The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Late in the day, Roche and Valjen spoke for a while before leaving.

In the next few days, Valjen stayed home to take care of her injuries because she was going to attend the birthday banquet of Zheng's old lady. Although the wound was deep, the treatment was timely, the blood circulation of the head and neck was well supplied, and the wire could generally be removed by the third and fourth day, but the wound was in the position of the back neck, and Fan Yan himself was not convenient to remove it, so he postponed it for a day later, prepared to attend the birthday banquet, and went to Liu Qingsong for help.

“Ma'am, something bespoke from the embroidery shop came.” The evening greenery came in with a load of baggage.

Valjen was embroidering the bloody club, and when she heard the green words at night, she raised her head and put the needle wire down.

Xing Xiang also came over. “Is it the woman who painted the flowers? ”

“Exactly.” Green handed the package to Valjen at night.

Even the song blue, which has always had a very low presence, couldn't help but come together, and Valjen opened up quickly.

It's a pleasure to see what's really in front of you, not to mention that part of this garment is part of Valjen's involvement.

Evening green and goblet unfold the dress from both sides, light purple petals shook, and a clove spring rain map gave the full picture.

Especially when a few people saw the delicate pattern inside, they couldn't help but stay for a moment and didn't even think that the line she simply ticked out could become so beautiful.

Starting with the corner of the skirt, the thin brown flower stem, leaves like jade. A clump of tiny cloves blossoms in the green leaves. The delicate handle holds pink purple petals, fine, delicate, stretching out as much as possible, revealing star-studded flowers. The clusters are very lively. The more you go up, the fewer flowers you will have. By the time you get to your upper body, it's as if only a few pieces of wind were blowing up. I don't know how to do this. The satin on the teeth seems to flash with starlight and doesn't look any silkier than the moonlight.

The corners of the garment are locked with silver thread, not slim, reflecting the stars on the material, yet elegant and gorgeous.

The evening was green and half-tongued. I couldn't think of a better adjective. I could only marvel, “It's beautiful! ”

“Is this what a woman paints? Old Slave is too old to have seen such a good look.” Xing looked to her left and looked to her right, praising her all the time.

Valjen asked herself, but was really shocked by this dress. The figures she painted, though classic and absolutely beautiful, were extremely beautiful, and the embroidery shop obviously took a lot of effort.

As Van Yeung thought, in order to thank Van Yeung for the new flowers he provided free of charge, he did his best to transfer all fifteen Su Embroidery women at the top of the embroidery technique in the embroidery shop to embroider this dress only, so that in a short time, he could achieve such a stunning clove spring rain dress.

Xu Wenchang is a person obsessed with embroidery. He has a rich imagination, knows how an embroidery can behave in the most beautiful state on clothing, and does not confine himself to one way. Once he has contours in his mind, he will spare no effort to achieve the ultimate in human and material resources.

“Eh, this is a tobacco coat. Is it covered in this clothing?” There was a thin one under the baggage at night, he asked.

Xing shuddered off her clothes and helped put a group in.

Originally a luminous piece of clothing, suddenly gentle and beautiful, the glittering stars on the satin appear as if it were rain in Gangnam. But it was the view of Gangnam that Valjen had in mind at the time.

“This Xu Wenchang Dang is a very capable man!” Valjen exclaims. She has seen many good embroideries before, as if they were soul bearing, with tremendous power. And Xu Wenchang's ability to make such an art of a commodity is incredible.

“Ma'am, try it on!” Night green encouraged.

Xing also agreed, “Put it on and see what else needs to be changed. ”

In the face of such a beautiful outfit, not to try it is really violent.

Jean was about to get up and saw a young green figure come in. He circled in front of Jean and said, "Sister XVII, what do you think? ”

The tender colors lined the delicate skin with more crystal white, gorgeous moonlight colors, colorful flower tree peacock pattern and vibrant beauty.

People rely on clothes, Ren Yingben has a five or six point appearance, put on such clothes, instant appearance Yeon Yeon, brilliant.

“Sister seventeen, this dress is also very beautiful!” Lynn looked at the blue and blue and the green clothes in her hands at night and shouted, but she never liked the elegant colors, but she was more comfortable with herself.

“The Twenty Woman is so confusing!” Green sighed late.

Lynn Maizu sat down, "Sister XVII, my mother has helped you prepare a gift for the old lady of Zheng's family. I have seen it. It is" Clear Posts in the Snow ". Although it is the book of Feng Chengsu, it is also a good object that is difficult to ask for. The old lady loves the elegance and love the words of Wang right army. This post must fit her mind. ”

Wang Xiaozi's right army, Li Shimin greatly admired him, often privately ordered people to search for Wang Xiaozi's true story, more frequently. Under his influence, Wang Xuzhi is deeply loved by the Chinese. His most famous posts are no more than "Lanting Sequence", "Le Yi Theory", "Clear Posts in Snowflake Time", etc. Since his fame, he has produced many copies before and after, of which Feng Chengsu's "Lanting Divine Dragon Book" is the finest, pen, ink, line, divine rhyme, all can be reflected.

As for his copy of "Clear Posts in the Snow", it should be nice to think about it. After all, he is also a master himself.

“Such a precious gift...” Valentine interrupted just half the speech.

She waved, “Sister seventeen, don't worry, it's best if you hand it out, but I, Aye, and my mother, are helping you recognize your family. Come on, this mountain leans on, and you'll have a different identity in the capital. Of course, there are benefits to our family, which is both beautiful. ”

Valentine's rhyme was revealed, but it was very pleasant. It matched Valentine's heart. “What are you going to give me? ”

“I'll send a jade carved peach, I'm young, I don't have any money, I'll just let Aye do the big thing.” Valentine's way.

Vaughn smiled dumbfoundly, her nature was difficult to change, but she was very proportionate. All the young ladies who had not yet left the cabinet to give gifts were a coincidence. Value was second, while Vaughn gave gifts on behalf of her mother, with other meanings.

Lynn used lunch to leave at Valjen's place. At noon, Liu Qingsong sent someone to inform her that he had found a sick person in Yongchongfang and asked her to come to the consultation.

Yongchongfang was near Anshanfang, but there was no time for two teas. Yen happened to be looking for Liu Qingsong to help dismantle the line, so he went out.

Cold plum floral scent, the snow in the garden has melted clean, only the cold columns occasionally tied on the low roof, after noon sunlight, melted water beads hanging on the tips of the columns, reflecting the sun, reflecting the brilliant light.

Van Meiyu stood in Xiyuan's small palace and saw Van Yan boarding the carriage from the inner gate, her fist nails caught in the meat, the pain made her awake a little.

These days, Xiao Song did not come personally, but sent people to deliver medicine to Valjen every day, to send some delicate food and interesting things. He also invited Zhou Doctor to come personally every two days to see him. From Xiao Song's compelling, high-ranking appearance, it can not be seen that he was a thoughtful and considerate Lang Jun. Wen Meiyu was reluctant to be hurt. Why do you have to look at her like she's dying?

Wen Meiyu's secret dish counts. Tomorrow's birthday banquet, be sure to let Xiao Song shift his eyes to himself... Otherwise, this trip to Chang 'an will be for nothing.

Van Mei-yu knows that unless Xiao Song wishes, he is not the only one who can see him. This is a rare opportunity!

The sky grew darker and Valjen returned to the house. The needle thread on the neck has been removed, but you still don't dare to make too big a move. She trimmed off the embroidered paste before embroidering the frame.

Looking at the red plum blossoms above, I couldn't help but smile.

“Ma'am, Samurai Xiao is here.” Night green is out on the road.

"The sky is dark," said Valjen. “Why is he here? ”

Night Green walked in from the outside, “The slave doesn't know. I heard Xiao Lang Jun is chatting with Lang Jun and Shiro in the main hall. Lang Jun asked you to come and visit Xiao Samurai these days to take care of him. ”

“Okay.” Van went straight out before she had washed her clothes.

A waiter came to pick him up in the front yard, and Valjen only took Night Green to the front hall.

The lights were bright in the hall, and before entering the house, Xiao Song's unique voice could be heard. He laughed loudly and looked very happy.

Valjen stopped at the door and waited for the maid to report it before she went in.

Just after entering the door, Valjen noticed a burning look. She couldn't help but look up and smile softly at Shang Xiao. Without doing anything, Valjen retracted his gaze and gave a salute to Valjeon in the past. In turn, he praised Xiao, "I have met Xiao Lang Jun. ”

“Seventeen ladies don't have to be polite.” Xiao Song very much wanted to hold on to himself, but like a demon, his eyes unwittingly drifted towards Valjean. He had been busy with his business for a few days. Sometimes when he took a break, he could think about Valjean's injuries, but he didn't feel so dragged into his stomach. But now when he saw her, he realized that he had lost his mind.

Lin Pingyu had long heard his wife say about the gossip. Since it was the chief of the cloud road who said that Xiao Songke was his wife, now it is the chief of the cloud road who said that Xiao Song and Ayan were Jin Yuliang, there is certainly no mistake. He has implied Xiao Song to come and kiss, and naturally he will not give them a moment alone.

Wan Pingyu felt that Xiao Song liked Ayan. Second, as he grew older, Xiao's family became more and more anxious. There had long been rumors. Mrs. Xiao's recent gradual acceptance of the small and medium-sized clan's past stickers seemed intent on finding an eight-word word among them to match Xiao Song's. There should be nothing wrong with the appearance and origins of Valentine.

Waiting for Val Pingyu and Val Yunsheng to retreat to the next door, Xiao Song approached Val, "How's your wound? ”

“All right.” Valentine said.

“The day I came out of the police station, I was going to give you something, but with everything else in mind, I was looking forward to it, and I brought it today.” Xiao Song got up smiling, "follow me.” (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.)