The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Sovo's arm moved slightly and a knife slipped off his sleeve. He lived all these years at the tip of the wind, and could not sleep without a sword beside him.

After a long confrontation, Xiao Song's killer suddenly exhaled, leaning over her ears. "However, since Lady XVII is asking, I can have no principles, but...”

Xiao Song slightly bent his lips and glanced at Su Fu. He did not finish what he said next and turned away from the yard.

But what? Valjen turned around and looked at the shaking door, a little out of his mind.

Suvo quietly put back the knife, held up the wall, and flushed his face, “Thank you. ”

Valjen retracted her thoughts and walked down the hall, reaching out and squeezing Sovo's wrist, probing her pulse, "Finally out of danger. ”

The two men sat down in the hallway, and the people in the courtyard were horrified by the killings of the genius, and went silently to busy their own affairs.

“What are your plans for the future?” Van turned his head and looked at his pale, handsome side face.

“Prepare to take her mother's bones back to her hometown.” Sovo looked at Valjen's half-sided face and covered up a slight strangeness that appeared in his heart.

For Su Fu, staying in Datang means having to live in hiding in the east. In particular, Xiao Song, the rival, already knows his identity and looks, is a hundred times easier than before to catch him again. Xiao Song never did anything unnecessary, which is why he would sell a favor to Valjen so easily.

“It is good for you that your injuries need to be calm and settled somewhere.” Yan Zhongkan said.

Su Fu turned slightly and got up and went back to the house, "Thank you, I owe you this, Su Fu will pay you back in the next life. ”

Most of the people he's involved with in this life won't get any better.

Yan Yang sat on the porch and looked at the wolf in the yard. After a few breaths, Su Fu's voice suddenly rang again, “Why did you save me when you knew I was full of wrongdoers? ”

Van looked up and smiled, "Then why did you think I'd save you when you came to me? ”

Suvo was mute, it was purely an intuition, and Valjen resembled him so much. The only difference was that the blood on her hands was all dead, and he, the one who harvested the lives of the living.

After dinner, Van received a letter from Van Fu saying he would pick her up the day after tomorrow.

This news is absolutely no surprise for Valjen. Late Green and Xing are also sad and happy. The only people who are happy are only Song Blue, because she wants revenge, only close to the Gao Clan can carry out her long-standing plan of revenge.

Short-soldiers are bound to be amazing. Valjen is particularly happy to see this buzz, so he can only adjust his mind to the most peaceful state.

Night falls, the sky is high, the moon stars are thin, and the clouds at the foot of the mountain send a hidden chant from the temple.

Such a voice, I'm afraid, is more like a spell than a quiet mind for purity.

Valjen sighed, lying on her bed, slowly closing her eyes.

The next morning, before dawn, there was a small disturbance in the courtyard. After listening quietly, she said, "Xing Ma, what happened? ”

After a few pauses, a rushing footsteps sounded on the porch. Xing Xiang slipped in with a curtain. “Madam, the gentleman you saved is missing, only a letter was left. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Sovo would leave, and it was also in Valjen's expectation, that she was sat up, just somehow feeling a little lonely. When he reached for the letter, he opened it and there was only one piece of paper in it. The handwriting was just like that of his person. It was cold and the pen was sharp.

Goodbye this evening. Goodbye. Don't forget.

Payment is: child period.

With only a little bit of hazy sleep left, the room disappeared, his head appeared in the moonlight, and he could never lean toward the city with a smile.

What does it feel like?

“Ma'am...” Xing couldn't help but worry when she saw how stubborn she looked.

Valjen shook her head, “It's all right, go out first, I want to sleep a little longer. ”

Xing looked at her and went back to lie down. She retreated and closed the door.

Valjean reached out to the long cock beside the bed and drew out the short sword inside. The cold light fell on her, and she squeezed her eyes unconsciously.

It was not until the morning light had passed through the window gap that she put away the patient and laid down for a moment before calling Green in for a comb.

After breakfast, Valjen lazily sat down in the hallway and sighed on the book given by Su Fu. After success, he moved a round waist chair to see the medical books. Valjen had lost interest in the case of the murders of men and women who eloped, and it was the official government's business how to torment her next.

Evening green was copied from the Book of Punishment, and Google Blue taught phantom sky to practice with branches on the ground.

The day before returning to the capital, Valjen lived in such inaction.

In the early morning of the next day, a provincial soldier came up to inform Van Yan that the cremation of Master Huai Hidden had been held in advance, just today at noon.

Though she thought that pure grace was the way to show off her feet, she feared that pure grace fanaticism would be detrimental to the phantom sky, and took the phantom sky and everyone to the cloud from the temple to see the ceremony.

In the Buddhist family's view, death is not an end, but a new beginning, especially for high priests like Huai Hidden, who have a good understanding of Buddhist law. Death is a success of merit.

Enter the clouds from the temple, the dead trees in ancient moments, a party of mourning. Valjen wonders, do these monks know the truth?

The weather is beautiful, a fire has been erected on the open ground, and Huai is seated on it, surrounded by monks who recite the scriptures. Xiao Song and Liu Ping let others stand outside.

Valjen also finds a remote place to stand.

“Master Huai is still so beautiful.” The phantom gaze falls on the hidden face, full of children's admiration, "he must be the Buddha reincarnated. ”

“What are you saying? If it looks good, Xiao Samurai also looks good. Is it also the reincarnation of the Buddha?” Night green whispered.

“Different.” Phantom Rebuttal.

Unlike everyone else in the world, it's the kind of red dust that cuts in the invisibility.

The sun rises, the temple bell rings long, the scriptures are constant, and a fire pot has been lit around it.

Valjen looked closely at Huai Hidden. Indeed, he was not dead, otherwise he would never have looked alive two days after his death.

The bell rang 9981 times, and the chanting of the scriptures remained unchanged. Instead, it became increasingly urgent. Looking at the sun is approaching this afternoon, Valjen is in a bit of a hurry. If Jing Hui does not come, is it really going to burn Huai Hidden?

“Fire.” Standing in front of the old monk, the dull voice.

The little monk standing on all sides had lit the torch, chanting high, and the sound of the wooden fish, causing extreme tension.

Liu Qing squeezed his eyebrows tightly, Xiao Song and Liu Ping made it calm and poignant, as if even serious burning of Huaiyin had nothing to do with it.

“Ignite.” The old monk spoke up.

Four monks heard the sound, approaching the fire heap, bang, the monk in the south corner of the hand dropped the torch on the ground, just when Valjen thought it was pure courtesy to knock the torch down, the monk fell on the ground.

Valjean frowned, followed by the second third, and the monk continued to fall.

Liu Qingsong hurried up the pulse and found that they were only in a coma, so he relaxed slightly. (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.)