The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Wen Yunsheng stunned for a moment and said, "Xiao Lang-jun is right. ”

Shortly afterwards, footsteps were raised and there was a servant service. “Lang Jun, lunch is ready. Lang Jun and Xiao Wenlang were invited to the banquet hall. ”

“Okay.” Yunsheng responded, turning to Xiao Songdao, "Xiao Langjun, don't get drunk today! ”

Xiao Song laughed soberly. As Van Yunsheng stood up, “Xiao, one of the things in the cup, too, loved so much that he didn't have to persuade himself to drink! ”

They laughed and wanted to get downstairs and go to the banquet hall together.

In the hall, Valjeon, Roche, Valjeon, Valjeon and Valjeon have all arrived, but they are all standing in front of the hall waiting.

The unprecedented hardship of this meal, Xiao Songming knew that Van was not far from him, but could not watch more, could not talk more, really hold his breath everywhere is uncomfortable.

“Thank you for saving my life, Samurai Xiao, and a toast to you.” Valjen stood up to toast with Valjeune's eyes.

Listening to the words of alienation, Xiao Song's heart was slightly sore, but he still had a slight alienation smile on his face, held up the glass and poured the wine over his face.

As if to find a relationship with her, Xiao Song couldn't help but whisper, "Don't drink. ”

He handed a cup of cheese to Valjen.

Braun looked at his eyes with a hint of concern. The anger of repression also suddenly had some signs of outbursts. His dark eyes looked at him with a deep glance and did not take the cheese. He poured out the wine candle and drank it up. "Is it not sincere enough for Xiao Samurai not to drink a toast? ”

Xiao Song watched as her pink lips soaked with alcohol opened up, her head was a little dizzy, and she looked up and drank the wine clean.

Everyone else looked at the scene with an unknown face. The seats were a little far apart. They did not know what Xiao Song had said, but clearly heard the words of Valen, clearly with chill and slight anger.

Valjen continued to fill him up, “Second one, thanks again to Samurai Xiao for saving his life. ”

Xiao Song thought that most of the wounds on Valjen had healed and would no longer be stopped. He graciously took the remaining two toasts.

Valjen returned to the table sit down, Valjen slightly relieved, ready to take a moment to ask what was going on with Valjen.

The atmosphere quickly became active, but the personal thoughts were subtle in the dark. This was Xiao Song's hardest meal to eat. Valen was not far away. He needed a lot of energy to stay out of the open.

After the feast, Val Pingyu personally sent Xiao Song outside the gate and watched the carriage leave. This hurried him back to discuss the matter with Val Yunsheng.

In Val Pingyu's view, this is a great opportunity. Xiao Songping's relationship with which is faint during the time, this broken sky gives them an opportunity, as Xiao Song himself said, he is quite a lot, there are good and bad links with him. However, in any case, Xiao Song, Xiao Jia, this mountain is very risky.

In Chang 'an, making a living, especially in the family, which is not yet small, often returns without entering, the Shangjia identity is inferior, there is no solid reliance on the mountain, and the bigger Golden Mountain Silver Mountain will collapse sooner or later. Wen Pingyu has been relying on his slight relationship with the Zheng family, and has struggled hard. Now that the roots have been laid, Mrs. Zheng has passed away for many years. Without this middle line, if you don't find a steady mountain support soon, I'm afraid in the end, the sweat money will have to be honored into the pockets of power.

In the front courtyard study, Val Pingyu and Val Yunsheng sat in seats less than four feet apart.

After Pingyu said his thoughts, he asked Wan Yunsheng, "What do you think? ”

Wen Yunsheng pondered slightly, "I also think this is a good time. The Lord Song has been repeatedly dismissed and repeatedly activated. It can be seen that the Emperor still trusts him very much. It is unpredictable that he may be reinstated as an official one day. Even if not, but with the ability of Samurai Xiao, and the Xiao clan, it is worth the risk. ”

There are not many such opportunities.

“That's true...” Pingyu pressed down the question for a while, turning to ask, "I saw Xiao Samurai against the seventeenth lady... or the eighteenth lady, slightly different...”

“Aye, Xiao Samurai even ignored his post, drove back to Jushui County at night and stayed awake for several days in front of Ayan.” Valen Yunsheng Dao.

Val Pingyu was stunned and half-hearted before muttering, “I didn't think...”

A moonless night.

The lights in the workshop gradually went out, and Chang 'an City precipitated the hustle and bustle of the next day, returning to silence, occasionally sending dog barks or children's night noises from afar.

With the closing of Fang Gate, outside the carriage parked in a corner of the Anshan Fang, the paperman lowered his voice, some anxious to say, “Lang Jun, the Fang Gate is closed, we are going to be on the street this evening! ”

A tall man jumped down a purple neck robe in the car and glanced at the page. "I'm not in a hurry. What's your hurry? There's a mattress underneath the car. If you get cold, take it out yourself. ”

Go ahead and walk towards the side gate of the Valhall, behind which dozens of guards followed silently.

Fortunately, he has a backhand today, otherwise a seven-foot boy can really be suffocated by his children.

Just near the side door, Xiao Song lifted his robe feet and was about to roll over the wall, but Yu Guang saw a particularly unusual shadow of the black guard.

The man was thin and tall, like a bamboo pole, standing in a group of strong, neat, hidden guards with a feeling of weeds growing in the middle radish.

“Give it to me!” Xiao Song lowered his voice.

The bamboo rod swayed, pulled his head together, pulled down the black mask, revealed a less handsome, but cleared the face of , but then his face obscured and ruined the only temperament, “Jiulong is ready to collect flowers, brothers to give you the wind. ”

“Liu Qingsong, I'm telling you, if I show up tonight, the first thing I do is castrate you!” Xiao Song Cold dropped a sentence and rolled over the wall.

Dozens of guards also quickly dived into Van Fu and cleared the road according to Xiao Song's strategy.

No wonder Xiao Songxuan is ruthless, because every time there is Liu Qingsong, there is unpredictable trouble. Even he always holds the winning ticket, he has to make a discount in front of Liu Qingsong.

Liu Qingsong was the only one left in the cold alley.

He looked on both sides, and the darkness was gone. He couldn't help but scratch the wall and lower his voice. "I said," Which one of you is going over there? "”

But he was left to scratch and scratch, and no one cared. Liu Qing loosened his sleeve and smothered his runny nose. He scolded, “Pervert, who stipulates that a guard must wear this thin! ”

Liu Qingsong heard the wind roar in the narrow alley, as if a trapped animal could not find an exit, and his body was frozen and stiff, he couldn't help but miss the day of embroidery with the old lady... anyway, he wouldn't be frozen, would he? Why run back and suffer?

Liu Qingsong looked up at his head, and a piece of ice and cold stuff fell gently on his face. Halfway stunned, and soon, there was more and more snowflakes in the air.

It's November, Chang 'an's first snow...

“Thief, for Christ's sake!” He managed to escape the demon for the first time with Sang-chen's help. Is it easy, easy, easy?

In the valley, Xiao Song flew swiftly and Yaju. Although he had only seen it during the day, he did not bother to touch it with his remarkable observation and analysis. (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.)