The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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When Yan Yan went to the front hall, the lectures had already begun.

The front hall of Yingmei Temple is not big. There are only about 70 people in the whole temple. The mist on the mountain is awkward. A group of women’s shirts are sitting in the courtyard of the front hall. They listen carefully to the lectures and the scenes are peaceful.

The lord is still a coveted old man, with his eyes closed and his prayer beads, while speaking.

Yan Yan did not bother everyone, but at the end she found a futon and sat down. The lord seems to feel that Yan Yan is coming, and she is far from her direction.

Yan Yan’s heart was slightly surprised. She felt that although she had never blinked, she seemed to be able to see her in general, and she also rushed to the main jaw to return.

The voice of the old man spit out an obscure vocabulary, and Yan Yan heard the cloud cover, and there was no clue.

The Buddhist scriptures are really difficult to understand. The average person can know the literal meaning through some simple translations, but those words with great wisdom need to understand the deep meaning. Yan Yan did not have the interest to enlighten the Buddhist scriptures. Even the Buddha’s words were very illogical and unfounded in her opinion, but the voice of the chanting could be calm, which is why she came.

Xing Niang was sitting next to Yan Yan, listening to it seriously, and suddenly felt that someone had been peeping, stunned, and immediately followed the eyes, but saw a little nun quickly regained his gaze.

Yan Yan was aware of it, but she listened to the voice of the hoarse voice of the Lord. She listened to her chanting, suddenly remembered the bell heard this morning, and the voice of the chanting, the heart was dark, is there a temple nearby? ?

As the age of the Lord is getting older and heavier, the time of the lectures has been reduced from the previous hour to the moment, and occasionally it is good, perhaps longer. When Yan Yan came, she had already talked for a while, so it didn't take long to end.

The female nephews got up and went to the Buddha ceremony, and sent them to the lord. After the lord left, everyone also spread out and did everything. Many women who had never seen Yan Yan were attracted by her color and stopped watching.

"Mother, only a small master has been staring at you, the old slave recognized, the little master is just a few times in the past to send meals, several times looking into the yard, is there something to find you?" Xing Niang depressed The voice whispered to Yan Yan.

The little nun is just a voyeuristic. Yan Yan feels that her recent reputation is not good. It is normal for many people to be curious or dislike. But she did not relax her vigilance. She said to Xing Niang: "Be careful."

Yan Yan and Xing Niang were about to go back, but they heard a slight commotion. It seemed to be heard that a woman was low and said: "There are pilgrims coming, so go get ready."

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The two turned and walked for a short time. They had not bypassed the main hall, and they heard a sweet and greasy voice: "冉七娘娘?"

The voice is not far from close, it is on the ladder in front of the temple. Yan Yan followed the sound to see the past, I saw a glamorous woman in a bean green gauze skirt like a lotus branch, but she is very beautiful, temperament between young women and girls, with lotus leaves and other flowers It’s not at all.

Yan Yan only felt that this woman was familiar, but she couldn’t remember where she had seen it. She couldn’t help but ask: “I’m blind, my mother is...”

The woman smiled politely at the little nun around her and said, "I met the old man. I will talk about one or two sentences for a while, and ask the young master later."

The little nun took a Buddhist ceremony and said, "The donor please." He went to the temple first.

The female girl sent the little nun to go away, only to smack Yan Yanmei smiled and said: "The seventeen mothers are really noble people forget things, it is normal to remember it, my name is Liu Liu, this time, just to pass the message."

Liu Liu smiled so much that it was a bit dusty, and Yan Yan immediately thought of it. She was the monk who fed the fish in the pavilion of the Caixiu Pavilion that day, and said: "Liu Liu girl please."

"First, I am sending my wife to thank you. My mother is in the nunnery, if it is sent out and I have a relationship with the tenants, it is a hindrance to the mother's reputation, so Eminem does not bring the sisters personally to thank. Liu Liu said, walking down the stairs, stepping toward the enchanting face, standing in a distance from her, slightly squatting, gently said: "In addition, some people want to ask for help."

Xing Niang slightly frowns, and my heart is now that our family is now safe and secure, and this will save her, not to add to it! However, although she was not happy, she also resisted not saying anything, only coveting the words of Liu Liu.

"This man was locked up in a dark hut, eating and drinking Lazarus. There is a day and night guard, there is a mouth to talk, even to hide their literacy, even the book can not look, the only thing that can be done every day. The thing is to look at the small sky at the top of the head..." Liu said, he couldn't help but make a nap, and that is where people lived.

Yan Yan brow gradually got up, Xing Niang finally couldn't help it, and said: "This mother, I am afraid that you have to go to the door to do it. Our mother will have some medical skills and two bodies. If you save someone like this, my mother can't do it."

"Save not to save her, but it is also a matter of hand, you just kindly conveyed words." Liu fell out of his sleeve and took a piece of paper, stuffed in Yan Yan's hands. "This is the address, I don't care about other things."

Yan Yan opened the paper and glanced at it and asked: "Is that person not indicating his identity?"

"It is said that the time is tight, I have not had time to say it." Liu sighed and sighed, and he sighed slightly. "Since the words have been passed, Liu Liu will lose the first."

"There is work." Yan Yan pinched the paper in his hand.

Xing Niang also slightly returned to this time, but for a while has not thought through, suspected: "Who knows who? Is it going to save people?"

"Let's go back and say." Yan Yan suppressed the ups and downs in her heart, and her tone was smooth.

Xing Niang nodded, and together with Yan Yan, they will have their temporary residence.

The evening green and the small man lie down on the porch. The two painted themselves like a cat, a drum gang, a frowning staring at the thick book in front of him, bitterly said: "Low green sister, this What is the word?"

The late green half-turned over the head and squatted for a while, "Yeah's ‘枸’.”

"The late green sister is really amazing." Xiao Man sighed with adoration.

The evening green turned a blind eye. "Look at the picture and guess the word!"

Xing Niang listened for a long while, snorted and laughed. She came over and took the book and looked at it. It turned out to be awkward. "You, it is a smart one, that is, refused to work hard."

Yan Yan did not care about their conversation. The rumors in the city were only about her medical skills and autopsy. If someone came over and asked her to examine the corpse, it would be understandable. Who would be found in prison? This is illogical! Unless... this person has a great relationship with her.

Yan Yan squeezed the note in her hand, and the ripples in her heart were difficult to calm down for a long time. Will this person wait until she saves, will this person be a song blue? In addition to the song blue, Yan Yan can not think of others for a while, and her dreams have not seen the song blue death, is it lucky to survive?

With these speculations, Yan Yan is somewhat complicated. She is not a person who is good at disguise. If it is really a song, such a bright woman, I am afraid I will see it at a glance! What will you face when you arrive? Will the song blue accept, the mother she has been protecting, the soul has already changed people?

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