The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

“I wonder which of the poems I gave you tonight is the best?” Van Yeung asked.

On the face of the river, the people negotiated half a dozen times, went to ask the opinions of several people to see the lively Confucianism, finally determined the next leader, Zhang Fei self-proclaimed courageously, and chanted, "Today, the cloud crosses the bridge, should not be a pulse and not a pulse. The family enjoyed wearing makeup mirrors and wearing needles for nine nights under the moon. ”

That's as proud as he made the poem.

This is Wing Qi Yue's poem. Honestly, if it wasn't for some literary cultivation, it would be difficult for Valjen to understand the emotions. When practicing forensic medicine, because of Song Zhi's "Grievance Collection", Van Yan has also studied ancient languages carefully for some time, but can understand and understand the emotions expressed in poetry is not a hierarchy.

Yan Yan silently counted the poems he remembered, and finally sighed and could remember. There were no more than ten of them. The cloud clouds of "Ho Ho Day Noon” and “Two Yellow Ho Ming Cui Liu” did not touch the Seventh Eve at all.

If she believes that the soul crosses this matter, she will definitely recite the full collection of Li Bai poetry and so on, and she is prepared.

Thinking of Li Bai, Van Yan thought for a moment, said, “I will sing a poem, if you cannot make a higher meaning poem, please let me go. ”

What a big breath! The people on the river were surprised, slowed down, but disdainful. Even if the ladies learned some talent, they could never be higher than the gentlemen who buried their first books all day long!

“Lady, don't let Valentine do it.” Zhang Fei said immediately.

Though Van Yunsheng did not attend state school or take a merit exam, everyone knows that his literary upbringing is not low, just because he is from Jia, he cannot be accepted into the service.

“Okay.” Valjen answered.

There was silence on the Pingjiang River, only the sound of the water flow, whether it was the young gentleman or the famous Confucian, stopped to listen. On the Qi boat, a group of noble women stood along the fence. Qi Liuniang stared directly at the boat, with a little complexity in the cold color of the divine.

Qi Yuxiu turned his back and said, "Lady XVII is going to let out such a big story. Do you think she has bamboo in her chest? Was there a premeditation today? To take Six's place? ”

Because he had seen Van Yan face the body in Yingfu with his own eyes, Qi Yuxiu was a little less repugnant to her, but he had not yet liked it.

Qi Liu's lips were silent, but Xiu Xiu frowned slightly.

Van Meiyu is leaving her mouth open. Van Meiyu has a couple of pounds. She knows better! If she doesn't rely on Brother Ten, what good poetry can she write? When I think of Van Yunsheng, Van Meiyu's heart is a diaphragm. Originally ten brothers treated her well, but now Van Meiyu has taken it by himself! She was ugly in front of all Suzhou people.

Everyone thought, in the cabin, slowly emitted the cold voice of Valjen, “Zhao Customer Hu Hu, Wu Hook Frost Xueming. The silver saddle looks like a white horse, like a meteor. Kill one man in ten steps, and stay a thousand miles. Things go brush, hide and be famous. ”

On the face of the river, this seventeenth lady is not reciting "Seven Evening Poems”, but assassins! And between the words, Hao Mai leaves a hidden assassin with the lowest possible life, described so nobly!

The cold and indifferent voice of the face is not loud. As the slightly cold river breeze drifts, the feeling of taking human life between the hands raised is rendered complete.

I don't know who was assassinated by Suva, but there was a riot at the moment of his murder, and then he left quietly, so the rest of us didn't even know that there was an assassin tonight.

Valjen knew that, so he dared to sing the poem with confidence.

Just when people thought that the poem had been recited, they listened to Valjen continue to chant, "Beyond the Shinming drink, take off your sword and knees. And will roast Jonah, and will persuade Hou. Three glasses of vomit and five yue poured lightly. After the eyes and ears are warm, the breath is nephrotic. ”

“To save Zhao Jinham, Handan was shocked first. Chiaki Erzhuang, Luohe Daliang City. Even Dead Man is fragrant, not ashamed of the world. Who can book Your Excellency, the White Head is too Xuan scripture. ”

The latter two paragraphs tell the story of Shinling and Hou Yin and Zhuhai. The warrior was able to meet the discerning Lord, and the discerning Lord used the warrior of the warrior to achieve a cause, and the warrior succeeded, and even if he did not succeed in the end, he would still be famous.

The crowd was shocked by the poem's extravaganza, and breathed a sigh of relief, turning out not to be an assassin, but a warrior.

During the chastity year, there was still a great admiration for force, besides, which man didn't have a warrior dream in his heart? This poem is magnificent, powerful and violently shakes everyone's heart.

There has been no sound on the river for a long time.

Even those Confucius listened to this poem and were stunned. Such pride, generosity, even Lang Jun was perspiring!

“Will this" The Warrior's Bank "let me go?” Valjen was a little impatient.

Sometimes it's not that you don't want to climb the comparison, you can stay out of it. This is the world. Valiant thinking is whether it is necessary to find a time to dissect the body in public, so that everyone in Suzhou can talk about the 17th Princess later, I'm afraid it's too late to avoid it. This boring climb is really not her pleasure.

And there are a few drops of ink in Valjen's belly, and he knows very well that he can dissolve it once, and what about the second time, the third time, and countless times in the future?

Naturally, people are reluctant to let her go immediately, but who can write a poem that suppresses "The Warrior's Walk" for a moment and a half?

Thus, whether you like it or not, you open the way for the boat.

The boat roamed in the water, and the clouds in the cabin stared at Van Yan, saying, "This poem of Van Yan, generously sprinkled off, ambitious, even the Confucius went on! ”

With a faint smile on his face, “This poem is just what I heard. I've read a few books. It's not that I don't know how to make these poems. ”

Yun nodded naturally and worried about her again. "Who wrote this poem? It's not good for you if someone else finds out you're using poetry... if you know who this person is...”

“Buy the money?” Valjen interfaces.

Evidently, Van Yunsheng had never done such a thing, and when she heard it was so straightforward, she blushed.

“As you said, this poem is generous, and the poet must be an open-minded, noble man, how can he fall back for money?” Van Yan also knew that Van Yunsheng cared about her, her heart was slightly warm, she said soothingly, "Don't worry, I've known this person for a long time, I promise that nothing will happen to the east window. ”

Wen Yunsheng saw her so sure, so she relieved herself, the probe looked out the window, and the noise in the Ping River recovered, as if she had won three points more than before.

“Brother Ten, let's go back.” Valentine faded.

That's it. Keep walking, I'm afraid it'll cause more trouble.

Wen Yunsheng also agreed, so the boatman docked the boat to a cold clear shore, took him off the boat with Wen Yan, walked all the way to watch the moon, and soon saw the market.

“Tired? Do you want me to carry you?” Wen Yunsheng couldn't help but ask when she saw the clear sweat beads on the tip of her nose.

“I'm too old to let my brother carry me.” Valjen learned the tone of Xing's tone, a straight path.

Wen Yunsheng was described by her as amused. The smile was like a moon. It reflected the dark river embankment below Liu, but Wen Yunsheng smiled, but her heart was bright. After all, they're all grown up. They can't be as intimate as they were when they were kids.

The two walked quietly on the embankment closer and closer to the bustling market, and suddenly they heard the noise of slurping nearby.

Evan Yunsheng paced, grabbed Valen's wrist, glanced at the sound, was about to speed up his footsteps, but after a willow forest, a woman's voice came out, “Shiro... you know...”

In the gentle voice, with a faint vengeance and a hint of tenderness, “Did you know that in this river, a woman is tranquilized? ”

Valjen grabbed Valjensheng and beat him to a quiet gesture, walking lightly towards the sound.

After hiding behind a large willow tree, Van Yan slightly probed his head and saw a man in Chinese clothes lying in the grass beside the river embankment, unable to see his face, the river wind blew, the air smelled heavy alcohol, wanted to be drunk.

And the woman, as soon as she attacked the apricot saurus skirt, the clothing belt floated, leaning out the fiber jade hands and gently touching the man's face, the low eyebrows, the small nose lips, with a slight smile, like joy, resentment, back to the moonlight, showing a little shade.

It's indulgent. Valjen recognized her when she heard her voice.

"Shiro” was just summoned. Could it be that the drunk man is Qin Shiro?!

“Shiro.” Yin Xiao sighed, quietly detailed Qin Musheng for a moment, suddenly dragged him up and walked to the river with strength.

Only a long distance away, the elusive half dragged Qin Musheng, a tall man, to the river.

Under the moonlight, her white forehead seeped out fine sweat, her hair slightly scattered, her hair was blown by the wind, affixed to the surface, she smiled like a flower, always gentle description revealed an amazing, interwoven with laughter, hidden madness, “Qin Shiro, Qin Musheng! It's her holiday. Let's die together. Go find her! ”

“I can't live...” Yin Xiao said, gathering fog in his eyes, tears pounding down his cheek.

Van Yunsheng shook his head with a slight push of his arm and a glance at Van.

The two men stood where they were and continued listening.

“Mama!” A young girl in a shallow pink skirt rushed over with a pair of twins and saw the pear blossoms crying with rain, hurried, "calm down, the woman, let it go, the woman should let go. ”

The waiter softened his voice to comfort him and quickly cleansed his makeup.

“Ma'am, let's go. The people over there have gathered. It's time to start throwing needles.” The waiter looked at Qin Shiro, who was so drunk on the ground, and pulled up his insignificance.

Yin Xiao tightened his lips and looked deeply at Qin Musheng before turning to go.

“Yan!” Qin Musheng suddenly grabbed her ankle and begged with drunkenness, “Yan, don't go! ”

And he turned around, trembling, “What are you talking about? ”

“Ma'am, leave him alone. Let's go.” The waiter squatted down and broke Qin Musheng's hand.

Qin Musheng shouted, “Yan! Yan, don't retire. ”

Wen Yunsheng couldn't help but look down at Wen Yan, then he was doomed not to see any movement from her face, those quiet eyes, quietly staring at the three people by the river, as if the phrase "Ah Yan” in Qin Musheng's mouth called for someone else. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)