The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

In the same attic as Valjen, there are ten women, everyone is arranged by the window, except that the attic is an octagonal building, and there are many Cheng Fu waiters in the room, and it is not good to get up and make a scene elsewhere, which means that these women can only be on different sides, so people may see different people or things.

The jokes in the attic next door are getting smaller.

Yan Yan glanced downstairs from the bamboo curtain crack of the window and saw three Huazhilang gentlemen slowly walking in the snow. The snow was not heavy. None of them had ever supported an umbrella. The three of them were laughing and stood under the attic. He looked up at the three attics and seemed hesitant. Which way to stand.

Although no one has explained the details of the party, these gentlemen are also hidden, and they have heard that there are a number of not very high status women today… For them, besides the wife, they can marry two side ladies, also , and there are concubines below, some of whom are unwilling to marry the lady, naturally put their attention on the loft where they are located.

With a slight glance, more than a dozen people in the room were green teenagers, perhaps for the first time, taking part in such activities. Many people's faces looked down in secret.

“Upstairs, lady. ”

There's suddenly a loud voice down there.

Valjen heard the voice coming from under her window, but she didn't want to get involved in it and pretended she didn't hear it.

“Sky, white dew as frost. The so-called Iraqis, on the water side. It is retroactive, obstructive and long. Travel retroactively to the center of the water.” Lang Jun downstairs slowly recited the poem "Qu".

Riverside reeds are bright and pale, and late-autumn white dew condenses into frost. The man I thought of that night was on the other side of the river. The road was long and obstructive as she went up in search of her. Looking downstream, as if in the middle of the water.

Valjen noticed that the phrase was used in the present situation, clearly as a trick. I haven't even met him. Think about it day and night?

Standing beside him, the government waiter bowed slightly, “This woman, she has a pen and ink on her hands. If you have anything to say, write it down and throw it to the gentleman. ”

All eyes were focused on Valjen, and they saw one or two langjuns, but none of them were so monstrous.

“No,” Valjen slowly took a sip of the teacup and overheard the voice.

Half a moment later, the person seemed bored and stopped making noise.

The waiter standing next to Valjen turned around and went downstairs.

The snow grew and Lang Jun, standing outside the pavilions, was invited to the first floor of the attic.

Wan Yan wanted to attend such a party, at least know one or two more people. However, depending on the current situation, it is not possible to say anything about the noble woman in the world. Even the woman in the same attic has few opportunities to talk. At this time, it is obviously impossible to want to say goodbye in advance.

The stairs were filled with trembling footsteps, and the crowd looked over, only a waiter came with a few sheets of paper and handed them to the woman sitting in different places. There was one of them!

Valjen didn't even look at it, and turned around and looked out at the snow. Valentine urged her, “Sister XVII, look what you wrote. ”

“Read it if you want.” Valentine.

Her voice was not finished yet, and suddenly, the ladies suddenly rioted, with a clear voice, "Lang Jun! And ho ho! The gentleman! ”

“What happened?” Lynn looked out of the window curiously, but saw only a plain white umbrella top. He also attacked the brown round neck robe, and a waiter in an apricot yellow dress followed him and shouted.

In the midst of heavy snow, the man's footsteps seemed slow, but he easily dumped the waiter far behind him, with no intention of stopping at all.

This Mercury Garden is semi-open. People who are not familiar with it can easily get in. The rhyming and obscure path, "It is about the wrong way. ”

But those who went the wrong way were left screaming by the maid of honor, and it was inevitable that they would excel.

When the rhyme went down, he heard the voice of a woman in the attic next door calling for a guard, "Take him down! ”

Merlyn didn't know where to come from and many more guards came out. Hurrah rushed up to catch the man who broke into Merlyn by mistake.

There was no movement for a long time. Soon, the noble woman next door seemed unable to hold down and ran down the stairs. One time, the noise went off.

Chang 'an's wife wasn't raised in the deep end, but her face was strange. What made them ignore even the expensive ones?

“I'm going out to see!” Valentine scratched her cheeks with impatience. She was not interested in what kind of husband she was. Fun things were happening at the moment and she couldn't miss them.

In the meantime, he grabbed Valjen and Han Qian and ran downstairs, while the first floor Lang gentlemen were out to watch.

A number of people had been surrounded in the distance, waiting for Valjen to arrive, but only saw a guard who had fallen over the ground. A woman with an apricot dress with a whip was about to strike the man in the robe and confront him.

With a glimpse of his cheer, he looked at the man in the brown crew neck robe with a plain white paper umbrella and wondered: Suva?

“We're just leaving you a few words, you son of a bitch, how can you hurt someone!” In the crowd, a woman in a water-green half-armed skirt blamed herself.

Sovo didn't move, but the killer spreads quickly like a circle of ripples in the snow, but it's just a flash, and it disappears. Suva pulled a light blue porcelain bottle out of her sleeve and threw it at the whipped woman, "This is the cure, if you want to stay strong, I don't mind a few more injuries. ”

He turned around and turned slightly, “Samurai Xiao. ”

The crowd was slightly surprised and looked in the direction he looked before realizing that Merlyn's entrance sometime stood a group of people. He was quite robust for the head man. Once he attacked the round neck and colored official uniform, black head, the outer covering was black and furry, and in the long run, there appeared to be a kind of extraordinary temperament.

“What a coincidence! Xiao Xia handled the case here, but met Su Pharmacist...” Xiao Song smiled slightly, as if it was just a greeting.

Yet Valjen knew that he was suspicious of Sovo.

Suvo held the umbrella handle slightly tightened, and his long, white and bony hands sank on the dark umbrella handle, looking good separately, "said Goodbye. ”

Half a mile, the sound of Sovo's indifference came from under his umbrella, turning around and leaving.

Xiao Song was not overly difficult, his gaze slipped away from the crowd, he did not stagnate on the whipped woman, gave a slight courtesy, and led others away.

“Who's Lang-jun in his gown?” Someone whispered.

Han glanced at the woman and saw that she was dressed normally, judging her identity would not be very high, he said with dismay, “Don't even know ‘The Ghost of Chang 'an is sad’? ”

The woman blushed and looked at Han with hatred. She turned her head and ignored her.

“Is that Princess Cheng?” Valjen whispered to Valjen.

Valentine nodded her head and thought, Madam Cheng is afraid to like the gentleman.

Although there are no shortage of outstanding young people present, they look a little thinner than the mature beauty of Su Fu and Xiao Song.

Most women tend to be attracted to men with stories, which is the norm of all times.

Perhaps the noble ladies have seen the better Lang Jun, and the interest of these people is lacking, so they broke up early.

In the attic, Cheng Qinger looked through the window at a snowy sea connected to the heavens and the earth, and heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He said, "Leave me alone! ”

“Cold Noodles broke your heart, you can't spill it on me!” A cynical voice came from the world.

“Cousin?” Cheng Qinger turned around, slightly bright eyebrows, raised corners of eyes, straight nose beams, two thin red lips, black cicada.

The person who came upstairs leaned against the railing, the robe tucked in, the folding fan in his hand opened and closed, the slender finger flicked the white jade fan down one by one, “That man is the new Tai Doctor of the Tai Medical Department, Su Fu, the lettering period. ”

He shouted at his jaw with a fan shank, "Too bad he's stronger than me, otherwise... it's not your turn. ”

The man smiled slightly, his eyebrows were elongated, and the end was slightly picked like Cheng Qinger's eyes. He smiled, his hands were raised and his feet were in an unspeakable style.

Cheng Qinger obviously was extremely unhappy with his attitude. He looked at him with disdain, humming, "With you? You just saw his hand, though he was just using a drug addict, but nobody saw his move, and I'm sure even my brother wasn't necessarily his opponent. ”

Neither did the man, smiling softly, “When did Pei Jing ever get rough with anyone? ”

Cheng Qinger leaves her mouth open, so she likes to manipulate the coarse gentleman. So what?

The snow was still falling outside, and Van Fu's carriage returned to the city with Han's carriage. In the trunk, Valentine's mouth pounded, his face was uncomfortable, "What a joyous return! ”

The lantern was lit in the car, and Valjen found several poems from the top, looking through the light.

“Arun, seventeen!” Han's voice next door penetrated the car.

Valentine flickered the curtain and asked, "What is it? ”

“I met a couple of ladies, I talked to them, and I was going to snowball over there. Would you like to join me?” Han was thrilled and vibrant.

Valentine said happily, "Yes! How many? ”

“Twelve, plus you and seventeen women, there are fourteen, and they all have at least one waiter, quite a few! This side is close to the road, there are many women in the back, may be willing to join in later?” Han Qiandao.

Lin Yin simply responded by putting down the curtain and pulling her face, “Go, Sister XVII, we can't come out for nothing! I wore it for the convenience of this snowball battle. If it's not a painful time to play, I can't feel comfortable! ”

Valjen put down the poems, rubbed the temple, nodded, “Okay. ”

For her, it's better to read poems than to fight a snowball battle. Those poems, what she can read is one thing, but most of them don't understand the situation, they just don't taste good.

Lynn instructed the driver to stop by the lane with the ladies' carriages. He slipped off the carriage and Sanbao hurried behind him with a cape. (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.)