The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

The bright morning light grew brighter and brighter, seemingly wanting to shine through all the dark corners of the world.

The jade flowers at the top of the mountain reached decay time, slightly withered white petals, rising with the wind and falling gently.

Xiao Song just walked to the cloud from the temple and saw some dead willow trees under him. He stood up and attacked a young man in a wide blue sleeve robe. His hair was slightly messy, his head was sticking with several dead grasses, and his face was covered with dust and a depressing description.

At the moment when Xiao Song was seen, his white face rose red in anger, and a few steps rushed to his face, biting his teeth and cutting them, “You little man! ”

Xiao Song's eyes glistened. Sung Chen, a reader with no hands tied to the power of chicken, could actually escape in the hands of his powerful guard. Surely, besides a tummy “child", there are some brains.

“How come you can't see me until today if I'm not a day or two?" ”Xiao Song does not laugh angrily at Sang Chen's accusations. He smiles brilliantly, making people think he's really happy, not pretending or pretending.

Sang Chen was angry, red-eared, shaking all over, infarcted his neck, “Shameless! If I don't want to inherit the title, if I don't want to be Choi's grandson, it's none of your business! How dare you tie me back! ”

Xiao Song still looks like the light wind of the clouds. He looked down at him and said, "It's good that you have the heart of a red child, but being naive to such a degree is really hard to see. The Emperor intends to let you inherit the title, you do not understand, I as a prince naturally have to share the worries for him, otherwise I am very unhappy with the salaries. ”

“Even if the Emperor meant it, you would have tied me back to Chang 'an if you hadn't tied me up late. Don't think you can hide your thoughts! The kiss I told the Valhall first!” Sang Chen's eyes had always been as clear as a wash. At this time, almost flames were erupted. He knew that even if he was not kidnapped, his chances of marrying Van Huan were not great. He could be kidnapped by man, how could he not be upset?

Xiao Song's smile gradually converged, slowing down, “Dirty? You know, I can't prove how smarter you are than you, but I don't put all my thoughts into school. You think you can be a senior officer just because you're full? That's what I want. ”

Sang Chen clasped his lips and stared at Xiao Song in death, but did not answer. It's not that he doesn't understand, he just doesn't want to understand. Like, he used to think that all the monasteries and monasteries were devoted to Buddha, but in fact, many monks of the temples received money, and some nuns were directly reduced to private brothels with great power and pleasure. These things sounded ridiculous, ridiculous and dirty, and he didn't even want to know. Even so, Buddhism is more likely to threaten me with fraud.

“You can make a silt-free pavilion, I will not only look down on you, but I will appreciate it, but...” Xiao Song no longer has a disguised smile on his face, he looked at Sangchen word for word, “no one knows, can suffer from it too. As Lang Jun, you want to be clean till the end, and you don't want to die young, then stay away from power from the chapel, but you can't protect Lady XVII. ”

Being a person doesn't have to worry about others not knowing themselves, just worrying about their inability. Either make yourself strong enough to protect whoever you want to protect, or you can hide in that corner early enough to do nothing. Once it will succeed, the same reason, to reach the peak is to climb many people up, how can you not get a little dirty on your hands?!

Sang Chen has always studied and studied, with his talent, there is great hope to become a respectable generation of Hongju like Kong Meng in the future, but unfortunately he sees the face of a different path from his. Valjen's expertise is destined to be linked to power, otherwise it will not be possible to fight the darkness and to wash away the wrongs of the dead.

After Xiao Song finished his speech, he felt that he was a little strange. I don't know what went wrong today, but he started preaching! He didn't even look at Song Chen and walked away.

“Isn't that right! Like you said, not doing it doesn't prove I won't!” Sang Chen shouted at his back, as if under oath, the blazing sun clothed him. In those eyes like a spring, he was more persevering than when he studied and studied.

Xiao Songton stepped down, slightly overhead, his side face had a nice silhouette, white teeth in the sun, such as the sound of charm with a faint smile, “Really, I'll wait and see. ”

They say that the good guys conspire, Songchen, don't die too fast.

Xiao Songshen entered the cloud from the temple, and Baiyi flashed out from the side of the door, arching his hand, “My subordinates have come to claim sin. ”

Xiao Song suddenly didn't see him. He walked straight to the temporary Zen room. Baiyi was in a hurry, knowing that he definitely couldn't eat and walked away. He rushed to follow him.

Entering the Zen Room, Xiao Song took off his robe and threw it on the screen at will. Sitting a few moments ago, he poured himself a glass of water, drank a few shallow sips, and closed his eyes to nourish God. When he knelt directly in the hallway, the white meaning was air.

White dropped his head and peeked indoors. In Autumn Feng Cesar's head, the back of his spine was full of sweat. The sweat gathered on his head and dripped slowly along his face. He felt itchy, but he dared not lift his hand to wipe it.

Jomo opened his eyes a moment later, "Come in. ”

Without daring to delay for a moment, Baiyi stood up and walked a few steps into the house.

“Sit down." Xiao Song reached out and picked up a piece of paper from above. He looked down and had no intention of asking guilt.

White meaning like a needle felt, stretching his neck to look at him finish reading an article, writing a pen to read words, just about to speak, seeing him open another copy, then let off his breath, later seeing him lift the pen, white meaning straight neck again.

Repeatedly and repeatedly, he never caught a chance to speak. He watched Xiao Song read through a thick document. Time had passed for a half hour and his neck was stiff.

“Mr. Lang.” White sense finally seizes the moment and immediately makes a sound, “his subordinates beg for sin! ”

Xiao Song moved his sore right hand and glanced at him, "Oh. ”

Baiyi was anxious and rushed to count his “crimes”. “Her subordinates should not ignore the order, causing Lady Wan and her servant to perish. Her subordinates should not have killed Mrs. Jingyuan by mistake! I beg your forgiveness! ”

The sword was blind, no one thought that Jingyuan master suddenly wanted to die. Xiao Song was not an irrational person. He just glanced at her. "Do you think it was selfish of me to let you protect Lady Wan? ”

It's been almost eight years since Baiyi was his escort. What does this guy think, he doesn't know?

Xiao Song Cold Road, “She is a VIP involved in this case. The autopsy method is excellent. If you are the murderer, will you remove her? ”

“Subordinates know wrong!” White sense of the calm and atmosphere of the covered land, feeling that I am now standing naked in the ice and snow, but the eccentricity of burning, it is almost burning.

“Not only you, but Xiao Xiao, can't even read a book with the power of an unbound chicken, I'm ashamed to hear it.” Xiao Song said angry words, but didn't seem angry enough. He leaned against the window with a cup of tea, squinting his eyes and looking away. Half a mile later, he said, "When he went back, he copied his mind 800 times and went to collect thirty sticks himself. Send a letter to Ben Xiao and let him take care of it. ”

Baiyi was relieved and had a certain number. Although he hated writing very much, the punishment was relatively light. Xiao Xiao's “do it yourself” was the worst. By comparison, Baiyi was very balanced.

“Did you just hear my conversation with Song?” Xiao Song glanced at the white meaning that was about to descend.

The white heart suddenly had to say, "Yes. ”

Xiao Song glanced at the reflection of himself in the cup, like very confused, “Have you noticed that I've been getting better and better lately? ”

What's the answer to that? In terms of kindness, compared to a county princess who almost took her own life in the family yesterday * *, today is quite kind. He looked at Xiao Song with anxiety and didn't dare to breathe.

“Oh, Mulberry... you've been hanging high, how can I flip the plate.” Xiao Song stared at the occasional flowing jade petals outside, his eyes always shining, gradually getting deeper.

The reason why he stimulated Sang-chen is complicated, and he still can't figure it out, but he just needs to figure it out, which is to bring back what he lost.

As for Valjen, Xiao Song's eyes dripped slightly and asked Baiyidao, "Do you want me to bring that woman home? ”

Baiyi has been sweating for a while. I want you to think about a member of the prison ministry, Lan Ling Xiao's family. Do you need to think about this? Marry if you want, not if you want. But think about it, Mr. Lang's hard wife, he has this idea... isn't it moving? So you care about Valentine's safety?

In this way, Xiao Song couldn't understand himself. Even more, he dared not say anything, and could only stand silently by his hands.

Xiao Song raised his hand slightly. Baiyi suddenly seemed to unload his sentence. His body was relaxed. Although he was anxious to get out, he could not reveal himself. He had to do a heavy and steady appearance. After exiting the Zen Room, he immediately ran away.

Outside the temple, Sang Chen stood under the willow tree and thought for a long time. He looked at the shadow plum restaurant on the half mountain, and the lips of the moisture formed a line.

After watching for a while, Sang Chen dragged her exhausted to the Zen Room in Huai Hidden.

The curved path is clear, and the louder the woody fish sounds in the Zen room, the closer you get, the more obvious the smell of sandalwood in the air.

“Uncle.” Sang Chen stood at the door and called.

The indoor wooden fish sounded, the door opened for a moment, Huaihui came out and stood in the hallway. He glanced lightly at Sangchen and said, "I'll get someone to burn the water. ”

“I want to talk to you for a second.” Sang Chen stopped him from wearing shoes.

Huai Fengfeng's eyes are silent but peaceful. When looking at him, it can be embarrassing and reassuring.

Sang Chen gave it some thought and said directly, “I want to join. ”

Huaihui's consistently flat expression was surprising and his long brow raised slightly, clearly not agreeing with his approach. Sang Chen is a rare and pure person. He is not unknowingly evil, but simply abandons them. This does not seem to escape in the eyes of Hidden, but is a talent, like the sludge of lotus flowers.

This nature, which is not easy to change, may soon fold in complex official venues.

“Why?” If it is someone else, Huai Hidden may only have one sentence, "Just follow your heart," but he asked one more question in the face of Sang Chen's sparkling eyes. (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.)