The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Xiao Yu should be rushing back to Beijing to report his duties at this time, and according to the time calculation, he is already approaching Chang'an, but now he appears in front of Yan Yan, she has this question.

"I am eager to break the case, day and night, so I fell ill on the way." Xiao Xiao smiled and burned, just like a moment of recovery.

Xiao Yu is still like that. He has never used a manuscript for telling lies, but he has never deliberately covered it in front of Yan Yan.

"It's really not easy for you to live to the present." Yan Yan said without a word.

Xiao Yu understood it. "It is not easy. My house was bombed by Liu Qingsong and only a few people can live."

Liu Qingsong especially loves these strange things. As for the things like **, because of Xiao Yu’s support, Liu Qingsong became more and more unscrupulous. In the end, Xiao Yu couldn’t bear it and threw him into a famous Taoist temple.

After Liu Qingsong blew all the houses in the Taoist temple, after Xiao Yan’s test point exploded a firecracker that could only tickle it, Xiao Yu thought that he finally got out of school and only reluctantly agreed to return to Xiao Fu.

The result... Xiao Yu looked at the face lying on the couch, his face gradually sinking.

Yan Yan is particularly satisfied, she is lying down now, can't take Liu Qingsong, but she can't make him comfortable, otherwise she will not feel at ease.

"Thank you." Yan Yandao.

Xiao Yu paused and coveted: "No need to thank, Sang Chen found you."

Yan Yan looked at him, quietly looking at the moment, only to regain his gaze. Although Sang Chen lives in another world, but has a clever head, it is not surprising that he finds her according to the line.

Silent for a long while, Yan Yan asked: "What about him?"

"I heard that he brought people to find you and then fainted." Xiao Yu smiled softly. "He couldn't change his **** sorrow."

Sang Chen has a very serious halo. It is not a secret that once he became a pastor of the DPRK officials.

"That..." Yan Yan wanted to ask, is the person who helped her warm her feet? Is the person who talks to her in her dreams? But when the words swallowed back, how can the things in the dream be taken seriously?

"Drink it." Xiao Yu handed the spoon to her mouth.

"I came by myself, thank you." Yan Yan wanted to sit up, but found that she couldn't move at all. She was covered in a tight and sturdy body. This time, both hands were not hurt.

"Don't be stubborn, open your mouth." Xiao Yu tightened his eyebrows and urged.

Yan Yan opened her mouth because she was really thirsty. Xiao Yu observed her sharpness, so she always seemed to know what she needed and then sent it to her quietly.

"You have been sleeping for six days. The doctor said, you can only eat light food for the time being, what do you want to eat?" Xiao Yu fed the water and then asked.

"Six days?" Yan Yan was surprised. She found herself very weak. She thought it was caused by excessive blood loss. She did not expect to lie for six days.

But when I think about it, Xiao Yu is rushing to Chang'an, and it will be much faster than them. It will take a long time to get back.

Yan Yan thought about it, and he was not polite with him. "It is good to eat."

Xiao Yu got up and put the bowl on a few, stretched out the slender hand, and helped her to pull the hair on the face. "Since you ask for such a low, then I will do it myself."

Yan Yan watched him go out and quickly added, "If you can eat delicious, it is best."

"I try my best." Xiao Yu's black eyes are smiling, but although he is not smiling, it is enough to reveal joy.

Xiao Yu went out less than two interest, and late green, Xing Niang and Song Lan rushed in together.

Late Green was two thinner than six days ago. No one asked her why she was not around Yan Yan, but she had already blamed herself for thousands of times. She cried out when she saw Yan Yan, and her dry tears reappeared. Fierce breaks.

The evening green whispered in front of the couch and said: "Mother, it is the fault of slaves."

Yan Yan smiled lightly: "If you lose my words, otherwise, I am afraid that there are two female bodies lying on the couch now."

Thinking of Liu Qingsong’s unreliable guy, Yan Yan was afraid after a while. If Liu Qingsong was running out alone, the result was really hard to predict.

"It's really dangerous." Xing Niang was anxious to get angry in the past few days. When she saw that she was awake, she was both happy and angry. She couldn’t help but blame: "I have never talked about it, how can I not go to this matter alone? When you were in the movie, you said that you didn’t care about these things anymore, but now you almost lost your life."

"I..." Yan Yan was a bit shy, she made up her mind, but when she met the body, she couldn't help but go up and find it, and then I wanted to solve the mystery. Just like drug use, it is just an addiction, but it really reaches a certain point, and it will become a part of life.

"Those things will be said later, and my mother will take care of her." Xing Niang saw that Yan Yan had a long face with a flesh and leaned back. She did not count her at this time. She said: "Mother only drinks some soup every day. This will be hungry, the old slave will go to the mother to eat something."

"Xiao Yu went to do it." Yan Yandao.

Xing Niang’s face changed slightly, but it quickly covered up. “He’s a singular lord of the gates, where is this, the old slaves have a look.”

Song Lan understands the meaning of Xing Niang, sighs in her heart, do you want to persuade the mother?

Xing Niang went to the stove and saw that Xiao Yu was really porridge, and stood at the door for a while. The light shines through the window of the galactic paper, and the faint halo is plated on his body. The appearance of the inconspicuous appearance is not only unremarkable, but has a lazy and calm temperament, which is close to the neat and tidy look of the straight. some.

Xing Niang did not understand Xiao Yu’s mind. A man who turned his hand on the official field, I heard that when Yan Yan was in danger, he would come back day and night and see that Yan Yan’s life and death were not clear, and he did not rest for a moment. Keeping her for two nights... Even though he seems to be so indifferent, he gradually can't help anyone.

"Xiao Shi Lang." Xing Niang chose to use such an alienated title, she went to the front, politely said: "How can such a rough work trouble Xiao Shi Lang hands, let the old slaves come."

Xiao Yu turned back, his tiny jaw, with a constant smile on his face. "No matter, you should take care of the seventeen mothers."

"Xiao Shilang, old slave..." Xing Niang couldn't bear to say anything cruel, but like him, he was very handsome and loyal to the high official, but when he showed some gentleness, he did not know how many mothers would marry. He, rather than regret, even though the mother has no men and women for him now, but in the long run, the heart made by the stone can also be degraded.

"Xing Niang has something to say." Xiao Yu stopped the action in his hand and looked at Xing Niang quietly.

Under this natural pressure, Xing Niang suddenly squatted in front of him and fell on the ground and said: "My mother has lost her mother since childhood. It has not been easy in the past few years. I finally got my head out and only asked to marry in the future. Lang Jun, who treats him sincerely, has lived peacefully for a lifetime. He does not expect to climb a high door. If Xiao Shilang is really good for my mother, please do not know..."

Don't be so diligent.

Xiao Yu has already succumbed to the two ladies, the two acolytes, who sat in the name of this "gife", Xing Niang is a person who believes in ghosts and gods, and will not look at Yan Yan to marry Xiao Yu to die.

Xiao Yu used a spoon to stir up the stalk porridge in the jar, and squinted his eyes and let the steaming face faintly said: "Please come."

Xing Niang was on the ground and did not move.

After a long time, Xiao Yu glanced at her and smirked: "Does it seem like I am so easy-going?"

This...Xing Niang feels like anger, and the back is trembled. But anyone who knows the name Xiao Yu, no one can believe that when he has a fever, he can’t be rational, except he’s interested. For this reason, although he usually smiles with kindness and courtesy, he feels that there is no emotion. If he does not occasionally pass the gossip where he and his father are violently going to fight with the sword, it is considered that he is still a **** flesh-and-blood, it will not be "Changan." "Ghost sees the title", but "Changan ghosts see the escape."

"I seem to ignore the life of the seventeen mothers?" Xiao Yu dialed the charcoal in the stove, reflecting the red light, the voice asked gently.

Xing Niang once again said that she can do so for her mother, and she will not ignore her life, but a person who is a wife and a wife. What is the significance of doing this?

This time, although Xing Niang did not understand, she still got up.

"Xiao Shilang has been guarding for so many days, but can he go back to groom?" Xing Niang asked.

"No," Xiao Yu categorically refused, because he wouldn't do anything other than boiled porridge. If he didn't want to show it at this time, he wouldn't have to show opportunities in the future.

Xing Niang did not dare to insist, she once again deeply regrets that if Xiao Yu did not have a wife's life, it would be fine. But if you don't have this name, I am afraid that even his children can read.

Fish and bear's paw can't have both.

When the porridge is cooked almost, Xiao Yu will extinguish the fire, cover it for a while, take advantage of this time, quickly bathe back, the porridge is just right.

When Xiao Yu took the porridge into the house, Yan Yan was already a little sleepy.

"Get up with rice." Xiao Yu put the porridge on a few, and the green was busy for a night. The porridge is just right, the soup is thick, and the glutinous rice has not been eaten for many days. For the first time, you can only drink this thing for a while, and then slowly start eating.

Xiao Yu sat in front of the collapse, naturally reached out to pick up the rice soup from the late green end, and tried the temperature of the test bowl wall by hand. It felt just right, and he took a spoonful and handed it to his lips.

Silently in the house.

The evening green is also somewhat inexplicable. She wanted to feed her mother in the past, but the bowl in her hand was naturally picked up.

Yan Yan Yuguang sees the expression of late green and blue, and can’t wait to bury his head in the quilt.

After a while, Song Lan pulled the green and quietly retired.

Xiao Yu suddenly took his hand back and re-sent a spoonful in the bowl.

Yan Yan contains the entrance, and swallows it: "You have always been like this... Is it necessary to change?" Yan Yan wanted to say that she was thick.

"Yeah." Xiao Yu nodded. "You can say that you are cheeky."

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