The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Xiao Song should be rushing back to Beijing at this time, and according to the time, he is almost to Chang 'an, but now he appears in front of Valen, she only has this question.

“I solved the case, day and night, so I fell ill on the way.” Xiao Song's smile burned like an instant restoration of energy.

Xiao Song was still like that, he never used the abdominal draft to tell a lie, but he never deliberately covered it up in front of Valjen.

“It's really hard for you to live to this day.” Valjen said with no head and no tail.

Xiao Song understood, “It's not easy. There are only a few people who can live in my house that Liu Qingsong bombed. ”

Liu Qingsong especially loved to make these strange things, as for explosives and other things, because of Xiao Qingsong's support, Liu Qingsong became more unscrupulous, eventually Xiao Xuan was intolerable, and threw him into a famous view.

After Liu Qingsong blew up all the houses in Daoguan, the test spot exploded in front of Xiao Song a firecracker that could only scratch itch, Xiao Song thought he had finally left the division before reluctantly agreeing to return to Xiao Mansion.

As a result... Xiao Song looked at the face lying on the bed and his face gradually subsided.

Van Yan was satisfied. She is lying down now. She can't do anything about Liu Qingsong, but she can't make him too comfortable. Otherwise, she would be upset.

“Thank you.” Valentine said.

Xiao Songton glanced, "You don't have to say thank you, Sangchen found you. ”

Valjen looked at him and looked at him quietly for a moment before retracting his gaze. Though Sang Chen lived in another world, he had a brilliant head, and it was not surprising that he followed the lead to find her.

Half silent, Van asked, "Where is he? ”

“Heard he fainted when he led someone to you.” Xiao Song smiled softly, "I'm afraid his bleeding sickness will not change. ”

Sang Chen had severe syncope, and it was not a secret that he had once become a pastime after working for Chinese officials.

“So...” Van wants to ask, is he the one who warmed her feet? Wasn't he the one who talked to her in the dream? But I swallowed it back in my mouth. How can anything in my dreams be serious?

“Drink water.” Xiao Song handed the spoon to her.

“I'll do it myself, thank you.” Van Wan tried to get up, but found that he couldn't move at all. He was wrapped all over his body. Both hands were badly hurt this time.

“Don't be stubborn, open your mouth.” Xiao Song twisted his eyebrows and hurried.

Yan Yan opened her mouth because she was really thirsty and Xiao Song was extremely observant, so she always seemed to know what she needed and then sent it to her quietly.

“You've been in a coma for six days, and the doctor says you can only eat light food for now. What do you want?” Xiao Song finished feeding the water and asked.

“Six days?” Van Yan was surprised, she found herself weak and thought it was due to too much blood loss. I didn't expect to lie down for six days!

But when I think back, Xiao Song quickly went to Chang 'an, it must have been much faster than them, and it would have taken a long time to get back.

Valjen thought about it and didn't treat him nicely, "I just want to eat. ”

Xiao Song rose and put the bowl on a few, stretched out her long hand and bowed to help her lift the hair on her face. "Since you asked so low, I'll do it myself. ”

Valjen watched him go out and hastily added, "It would be better if it tasted good. ”

“I do my best.” Xiao Song had a smile in his black eyes. Although he did not smile, he was enough to reveal the joy.

Xiao Song went out for less than two breaths. Green, Xing and Gong Lan rushed in together at night.

Late Green was thinner than six days ago, no one asked her why she was not beside Valjen, but she had already blamed herself a million times. She cried out with a single cry when she saw Valjen, and the dry tears again fiercely killed the embankment.

At night, she whimpered in front of her bed. “It's all the fault of the slaves, madam. ”

"Thanks to you for listening to me," she smiled. “Otherwise, I'm afraid there are two dead women lying on the bed. ”

When I think of Liu Qingsong's unreliable guy, Van Yan was afraid for a while. If Liu Qingsong really ran out alone at the time, it was really hard to predict how it would turn out.

“How dangerous!” Xing Ma hastily caught fire these past few days and saw Van Yan wake up. If she was happy and angry, she couldn't help but complain. “How come the woman never cares about this matter? When you were in Movie Plum House, you said you never cared about these things again, but now you've lost your life! ”

“I...” She was ashamed of herself. She made up her mind, but couldn't help but gather up when she met the body. After gathering up, she found something strange and tried to solve the mystery. Just like drug addiction, it's an addiction at first, but when it reaches a certain point, it becomes a part of life.

“Let's talk about these things later, ma'am.” Xing looked at Van Yan's face and went back thin, so she didn't count her down at this time. "She only drinks soup every day. You must be hungry now, Old Slave went to cook some food for her. ”

“Xiao Song did.” Valentine.

Xing's face changed slightly, but quickly covered up the past. “He is a noble gentleman of the valves. Where will these come from? The old slave went to see. ”

Goo Lan understood what Xing meant. She sighed in her heart. Should we persuade her?

Xing sighed into the stove room and saw Xiao Songdang really cooking porridge himself. She stood at the door for a while. The light shined through the panels through the high gloss paper, and a faint glow was plated around him. Instead of not showing wolf appearance, it had a lazy and tolerant temperament and appeared closer than the neat and crisp appearance of the straightener.

Xing Wang could not understand Xiao Song's thoughts, a man who turned his hands on the clouds and rain in the official field, heard that Van Yan was in danger, hurried back day and night, saw that Van Yan was alive and dead, did not rest for a moment, kept her for two days and three nights incessantly... Although he seemed so faint, gradually he could not hide anyone's description.

“Samurai Xiao.” Xing chose to use such a distant name. She walked to the front, "How can such a rough job bother Xiao Samurai? Let the old slave come. ”

Xiao Song turned back and turned back slightly. He smiled with the same light smile on his face. “Sure, you can take care of the seventeenth lady. ”

“Xiao Samlang, old slave...” Xing did not have the heart to say any cruel words, but he was quite handsome and a high-ranking gentleman like him, but when he showed some tenderness, he did not know how many wives would marry him, preferred not to regret death. Even though the woman did not have any affection for him yet, but in the long past, the heart made of iron stone could also cover him up.

“Xing Ma, if you need to talk to me.” Xiao Song stopped the motion in his hand and quietly looked at Xing.

Under this natural and sudden pressure, Xing suddenly knelt in front of him and lay down on the ground. “My wife lost her mother since she was a child. After all these years, it was very difficult to survive. I just want to marry Lang Jun, who truly cared for each other, to live in peace for the rest of her life. I do not expect to climb to the gates of Gao. If Xiao Samurang really wants the good of my wife, please don't...”

Never show such keen concern.

Xiao Song has already killed two Ladies, two concubines, who have long sat in the name of "Grammy”. Xing Mai is a person who believes in ghosts and will never watch Van Yan marry Xiao Song to die.

Xiao Song spoonfully stirred the porridge in the tile jar, squeezing his eyes at the face of the hot air, and said softly, "Please get up. ”

Xing stayed still on the floor.

Xiao Xiao Song glanced at her and smiled softly, "Do I look like a man with such a tendency to have a fever? ”

This... Xing Mai felt angry and trembled on her back, but no one who knew Xiao Song's name could believe that when he had a fever in his head, his mind could no longer be rational. Except for his intent to do so, he usually laughed with kindness and courtesy, but he didn't feel very emotional. If he didn't occasionally reveal gossip that he was at home fighting his father with his sword, it would make him feel like he was still a bloody son with flesh and blood, it wouldn't be the title "Chang 'an Ghost is sad”, but “Chang 'an Ghost escapes”.

“Do I look like I'm ignoring seventeen women's lives?” Xiao Song moved the charcoal in the stove, seriously reflecting the slightly red fire, the sound asked softly.

Xing Mai can do this for the sake of her wife again, and Jomo will not disregard her life. But a man of grammar's life, what is the point of doing this?

Although Xing did not understand this time, she rose to her word.

“Xiao Samurai has been guarding for so many days, should we go back and wash up?” Xing asked.

“No need.” Xiao Song categorically refused, because he would have done nothing but cook porridge. If he did not show up at this time, he would not have had the opportunity to do so in the future.

Xing did not dare to insist again. Once again, she deeply regretted that if Xiao Song did not have the fate of his wife! But without that name, at his age, I'm afraid even my son would be able to read.

Fish and bear claws, not both.

Soon after the porridge boiled, Xiao Song put out the furnace fire, covered the lid and braised for a while, while this time, quickly bathed back, porridge just right.

When Xiao Song entered the house with porridge, Valjen was already a little sleepy.

“Get up for dinner.” Xiao Song put the porridge on a few, and Green rushed to serve the evening. The heat of the congee is just right, the soup is thick, Valjen has not eaten for many days, the previous meal can only drink this thing for a while, then slowly start eating.

Sitting in front of the collapse, Xiao Song naturally reached out to take the rice soup from the green end of the evening and tried the temperature of the bowl wall with his hands. It felt just right, and a spoon was passed to the lips of the face.

Silence in the house.

Night green is also a little strange, she wanted to go to feed the lady, but the bowl in her hand was so naturally picked up.

Van Yu glanced at the green and blue faces at night and was reluctant to bury his head in the quilt.

After such an embarrassment, Golan pulled Green out quietly at night.

Xiao Song unwittingly took the handle back and scooped a spoon in the bowl and passed it back.

In the entrance, Valjen swallowed and said, "Have you always been like this... to not adapt?” Valjen wanted to say cheeky.

“Hmm.” Xiao Song nodded, “You can say cheeky, no problem.” (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.)