The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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The blood color smudged under the skirt, flowing out some blood clots with blurred shapes.

Judging from these blood clots, Yin was late in the evening and was less than a month old. Yan Yan looked at her pale face and sighed softly, and did not slow down the rescue.

Yin saw the blood clot on the ground late in the evening, screamed and grabbed the hand of Yan Yan. "A Yan, I am so scared, I am so scared."

Yan Yan put her head in her arms and gently calmed it down. The calm and calm voice could not be said to be gentle, but there was a kind of power to stabilize the people. "A night, don't be afraid, I will stay with you, wait for you to cultivate for a while, I will believe in me as usual."

For Yin’s daughter, she lost her chastity and how she can return to the past! When Yan Yan said these words, she did not dare to look directly into her eyes, fearing that her eyes were not sincere enough.

After a moment of silence, when Yan Yan lowered her head, Yin was already fainted.

Yan Yan looked at this picture from her eyes as a smoke, and then turned to the Pingjiang River.

The moonlight is clear, a beautiful girl with a blue skirt is holding the hand of Yan Yan, and her look is awe-inspiring: "Mother, you don't want to move here, don't make a noise, promise the slave."

Yan Yan guessed that she was the song blue that Xing Niang said, and nodded.

Song Lan saw her look hesitant, and once again lowered her voice and said: "Mother, must not make a sound."

Yan Yan responded decisively this time.

Song Blue took a deep breath, two delicate hands were tightly picked up, and there was a slight trembling. Yan Yan could see that her heart was already nervous, but she turned her head and smiled at her. "Mother assured, no. There will be something."

In the distant places of the Pingjiang River, there was a faint snoring sound. Yan Yan looked at the stars in the sky, and the Cowherd and the Vega were closely squatting. It should be Tanabata. Yin Yin was buried in Pingjiang River as Yin late night, and Song Lan is missing today.

Yan Yan just took back the thoughts, and the songs around him smashed out.

She couldn’t wait to stop it, and a man whispered lowly: “Run over there and grab her.”

In addition, there is a slight hesitation in the voice: "But Lang Jun, that mother is afraid of a niece."

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Yan Yan guessed that this voice is Yin Wenshu. She once hurriedly saw this person in Yinfu. Wen Erya, who was white and beautiful, had a slightly serious look and a look of a gentleman. At this moment, his voice was full of haze. Murderous.

"Okay." The man seemed to turn around and reluctantly.

Yan Yan sneaked out from the bushes and saw Yin Wenshu hit a wide-sleeve kimono. He held his hand on the riverside and watched the two strong men, dragging the women who covered the plain cloth to the Pingjiang River. .

At the beginning, the girl did not struggle, but after getting into the water, she woke up, but the face was covered with death, and the tongue seemed to be covered, only a squeaky voice was heard.

After a while, a awning boat was pulled out from the reeds on the side, and the two strong men dragged her onto the boat and then crossed the river.

Yan Yan tightly licked her lips, looked at Yin Wenshu with a gaze, and her heart was angered. The poison of the tiger was still not eating. He was a poet-study bookman who was even worse than the animal, so he watched his own biological daughter die in himself. Doesn't he feel the slightest in front of him?

Jiang Xin’s crying of heartbreaking lungs, Yin Yi’s previous seemingly did not understand, he was clearly sleeping on the couch, how could it be covered with plain cloth and dragged into the water, but now I understand that I am not dreaming, and then I am struggling to cry. late.

Yin Hao’s crying is not small, but the one is far away, no one can hear her despair, only Yan Yan...

With a bang, the water in the river splashed and the crying stopped.

Yan Yan wanted to stand up, but the body seemed to be fixed. How could she not move, struggled for a long while, and realized that it was a dream, a memory of the former Yan, and everything was a foregone conclusion.

"Late, don't hate Aye, Aye has to sacrifice you for Yin's... I have to..." Yin Wenshu choked and turned and left.

With the footsteps of Yin Wenshu's farther away, there was a sharp cry for help in the reeds in the south, but it only stopped in an instant, as if it was cut off by life.

Yan Yan discerned, that is the song blue.

"Song Blue." Yan Yan heard a scream in her mouth.

The picture seems to be scratched by the screams, and the moment is broken.

"Mother, mother."

Yan Yan slowly opened her eyes and saw the green face anxious, pushing her constantly.

"Mother woke up." Late green sighed, sitting in the carriage, looking a bit ugly, squinting, reaching for a cup of water on the side of the small hand and handing it to Yan Yan, watching her drink, talk and stop For a long while.

Yan Yan wrinkled his eyebrows and dumbly said: "Why did you start Sang Chen? If you have something to say, you are not afraid to kill yourself!"

Yan Yan understands the nature of late green, she is a straight-hearted, dare to dare to act, or the first time it is so described.

"Mother is dreaming of blue?" Green asked cautiously.

Yan Yan snorted.

Late green sees her look indifferent, a little relieved, and continues to ask: "Is the mother thinking of the past?"

"I really lost my memory?" Yan Yan looked to the late green.

I was staring at Yan Yan for a while, and I saw that there was no difference. I said boldly: "It is not a memory loss. Mother remembers many things in the past. I don’t remember Yin Si Niang and Song Lan. I have a private lang. Asked, you shouted a headache, only two interest will faint, after that, no one in the house would dare to mention Yin Si Niang and Song Lan."

Yan Yan is remembering a part. In her dreams, she can clearly feel that the original person who is most trusted by Yan Yan is not the big green, but the song blue.

Being able to be the master and to be in danger, I really don’t trust one.

"I still can't remember, you tell me, what kind of person is Song Lan?" Yan Yan admired the loyal aunt, and did not want to forget her.

When it comes to song blue, it’s a deep and sad face in late green. “She’s a deliberate, sophisticated, sometimes more thoughtful than Xing Niang. Everything from the front yard is discussed with Xing Niang. She used to At the time, we can still have a good time with Gao. We have a hard time, but we have not been bullied. There is no shortage of food and clothing. Everyone in the main house is also respectful."

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I recalled it carefully. The blue song I saw in my dreams was about seventeen and eighty years old. She was beautiful and dignified. "How old is she by my side? How old is it for me?"

"There are two young people around the wife, Eminem, one is Xing Niang, and the other is the mother of the song blue, Yu Niang. Yu Niang was released by the wife and married, and then a serious illness was thrown away. Their family has since been Yu Niang. After I went there, it was not as good as one day. It was a Tian household. Later, the day became more and more difficult. It was actually a fall of food and clothing. Her husband remembered the government and volunteered to send the song blue to you as a slave. You are four years old, she is six years old." Late green seems to be in a memory, muttering: "The slaves were only four and a half years old, things can not be remembered, or later heard in the chat with the song blue."

Yan Yan quietly listened, not interrupted.

Yan Yan no longer rejects that memory, the evening green is very happy, and there are many words. The phoenix eye bends slightly and smiles: "Before the song blue often laughed at me, saying that when I was a child, I always had a snot, and I like to catch my hair. In the family, I often have a small truss with Lang Jun, but I don’t remember it at all. It’s just that she wants to arrange me.

Yan Yan sipped her mouth and laughed. "She said that she is really a real thing, but now, I can see that you have a shadow."

"Mother laughed at me again." Late green grinned.

Listening to the late green, I have a rough outline.

Song Blue and Late Green are the personal aides of Yan Yan. Late Green is probably the companion that Mrs. Zheng has chosen for her. The servant relationship cultivated from childhood is much more secure than the half-way, and the song blue is a windfall.

When Mrs. Zheng had just passed away for two years, there were still many servants who came from Zheng’s Zheng family. These people were immersed in such a big family. There were more or less means. Gao’s spent five. The martial arts of the year removed them one by one.

In the past five years, Gao has not dared to let go, whether it is for rumors, or external scenes, or to confuse the servants of Zhengyang’s coming, she must pretend to be a good wife and a good mother. I have to come up with a 12-point enthusiasm.

So if Yan Yan wanted to collect a little girl who was less than ten years old and was a waiter, Gao would definitely take the initiative to arrange the song blue properly. This is not surprising, but she did not think of this six-year-old girl. Delayed her plan for many years.

"Song Lan has a heart when she was a child. She obviously doesn't like Gao. Every time she sees Gao, her mouth is sweeter than anything. When the tea is served, the slaves don't understand, and she thinks she wants to be tall. She grabbed her hairpin several times." The green voice had a touch of sadness.

Yan Yan coveted as she watched the water shadow in the cup with the carriage, and her heart was both scornful and pitiful.

After a period of change, she was forgotten by her own cowardice and ignorance, and she forgot the two most important two people in her plain life.

One is to do everything, to make a foothold for her in the government, and finally to deliver her life; the other is the only girlfriend she has for more than ten years, the only thing that can bring her joy, trust her, and suffer disaster The key moments need someone she supports...

"People, of course, still can't be weak." Yan Yan muttered.

People can be humble, they can be unwise, they can be careful, but they must be strong.

If the original master can be a little brave and a little stronger, maybe the song blue will not die in order to lead the enemy. Even if he finally escapes in the late night, he will not hurt his soul, and he will be self-defeating. .

Cowardly is not wrong, Yan Yan does not have any blame, just hold the cup in his hand, the heart of the road, song blue, I help her remember you.

This is the biggest reward she has given her body.

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