The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Chapter 316

Spring is a good time to flatten out, with Valjen cooking several fish dishes and some refreshing small dishes. And not to mention the flavor, the sword power of Braun alone is amazing, and the naked eye can barely tell the thick gap between each fish sheet.

Liu Qingsong tasted the familiar taste of red roasted fish. Tears gushed uncontrollably, but chopsticks continued.

This look stunned Xiao Song.

Xiao Song has known Liu Qingsong for more than 10 years. He has always looked like a hangman. No matter how angry he is with others, and no matter how hasty others are, he always smiles and makes people want to beat him up. But at this moment, this kind of look makes people feel that... they have to beat him up.

Valjen glanced at him and ate quietly and never looked at him.

But Xiao Song originally had a warm and happy meal after his wedding. He was born sad and sad by Liu Qingsong's crying cousins. He was extremely depressed, and his eyes could kill him.

After the meal, Liu Qingsong's mood recovered as usual, but Xiao Song couldn't wait to order someone to blow him away.

Van Yan understands that Liu Qingsong is an extremely loving person. Even though he has been in Datang for more than 10 years, he cannot calm the deep thoughts of his hometown. No matter how good Datang is and how smooth the mix is, as long as Liu Qingsong has the chance to put it back on now, he doesn't think there will be any hesitation.

In fact, why doesn't Valjen want to go back to the familiar place?

“Madame?” Xiao Song sat next to her sometime, reaching out and pulling her into her arms, asked softly, "What are you thinking? ”

Van Yan shook her head, she wanted to talk to someone to relieve the repression in her heart, but Liu Qingsong was unreliable, and she didn't know how to speak to Xiao Song.

Xiao Song dropped a kiss on her forehead and neither of them spoke. Valjen let him walk out into the garden with his hands in his arms.

The garden is full of pink herbs, blossoming like smoke and chamomile, the white moon is greasy and the wood cotton buds are full of branches under the reflection of the green leaves.

March peach, gradually turned into spring mud.

Chang 'an's weather gets hotter and hotter, so it's April and you can wear a light veil. Xiao Songben took Van Yan to Guanshan during the wedding period, but the plan didn't catch up - Mrs. Xiao fell ill.

As granddaughter-in-law, Van Yan knew medicine and naturally borrowed money. She stayed in front of the old lady every day. She almost stayed in her old house, but gave Xiao Song a chill.

But Xiao Song did not complain, he was kind of taught to grow up by Mrs. Xiao, and his feelings with her were more intimate than with the grandchildren in general.

Liu Qingsong also moved into the old house to take care of Mrs. Xiao, and a group of royal doctors came to see her, but Mrs. Xiao's illness fluctuated and fluctuated indefinitely, but it was clear to her that, at her age, it was difficult for her to get better.

Our family heard that Mrs. Xiao was seriously ill. After obtaining the diagnosis of the royal doctor, she immediately rushed to Chang 'an in a haunting manner. The grandchildren and granddaughters of almost every room arrived in Chang 'an at the end of April.

Soon after his departure, the Duke of Song also submitted a leave of absence to the court and hurried back to pay his respects.

At the same time, Yu Shinan, who was suffering from illness, was about to arrive. The two princesses in the palace had an air attack, busy with a bunch of old people from the Tai Ji Administration, and ran all day without dirt on their feet. Almost all the drug picking children were left in the big Tai Ji Administration.

On May 2, His Majesty visited Mrs. Xiao in person at Xiao Mansion, and on May 3, he visited Yu Shinan Mansion.

With the attentive care of many of Datang's top doctors, Mrs. Xiao's condition was temporarily stabilized. By the end of May, she had gradually gained some improvement and occasionally collapsed outside in the sun.

Yu Shinan's condition deteriorated irreparably. On May 25, he graduated from Chang 'an. The gentleman cried his wrists and cried all over Chang 'an City.

“Yu Yongxing left?” Mrs. Xiao sat on a round-waisted beard bed in the hallway and asked Van.

Yu Shinan was feng Yongxing County, so the world often called him Yu Yongxing.

“Mm-hmm.” Van doesn't like to fool around. Besides, the old lady isn't that foolish.

Mrs. Xiao looked quietly at the big red peony in the courtyard. It took a long time to pull out a peach wood comb from her arms. She looked at it for a long time before passing it to Van Yan. "Come and comb my hair. ”

Van Yan took the wooden comb with his hands, untied Mrs. Xiao's long white hair, and gently combed it with a comb.

“When I was younger, Emperor Xiaoming liked my hair the most, and he said that touching silk was easier than matching it, and that no gold or silver was worthy of it. So he handmade this wooden comb for me.” Mrs. Xiao had a smile on her face and looked down, "I said," Gold and silver don't deserve hair, wooden comb sent me? He said this comb is my only heart for you. ”

Yan Yan also laughed. He dared to love that Xiao family had worked as a carpenter from his ancestors. No wonder Xiao Song carved a peach blossom stick like a lifetime. "Grandmother's head was still better than silk. It didn't take much to comb. ”

“You followed Jiu and learned to fool people.” Mrs. Xiao laughed.

Nor does she deny that Mrs. Xiao's hair is much better than that of the elderly in general, but certainly not as young as she was.

“Song 'er, take my piece in a cloud embroidered hem.” Mrs. Xiao said.

“Madam, Dr. Liu went to make medicine, and the slave helped you pick it up.” The waiter beside him bowed.

Mrs. Xiao gently jaw her head.

“Ma'am, let the slave comb your hair.” Ling Xiangxiang saw Mrs. Xiao happy and asked.

Ling Xiang is 38 years old this year, was originally around Queen Xiao, then Yang Guang was killed by Yu Culture, Queen Xiao's rebels took away, then was occupied by Dong Jiande, then was greeted by Luo Kaohan, turned a few places, Ling Xiang was given to Mrs. Xiao when Queen Xiao went to Turkic. Smart, Mrs. Xiao is happy.

“Okay.” Mrs. Xiao smiled.

Ling Xiang picked up the comb and carefully combed a complicated haircut for Mrs. Xiao. This hairbrush is not a popular Tang dynasty, but it also looks elegant. There is no gold or silver on the hair, only a white jade jade jade.

Cold took out a black wide sleeve cross collar hem, such a solemn style of colour, more like Han Dynasty clothing, very different from all of Datang's.

Ling Xiang and Valjen served Mrs. Xiao to put on.

“I'm so fat.” Mrs. Xiao laughed at the dress she would be able to put on.

Ling Xiang covered his mouth and smiled. “Madam is not fat. Look at the way the slave is hitting this waist. It's almost a barrel. ”

Perhaps there were too many dead people in contact. Valen was particularly sensitive to death, especially looking at Mrs. Xiao Qingsong, who suddenly had a bad feeling, and turned to quietly ask Xiao Song and Liu Qingsong to serve.

Mrs. Xiao kneeled on her beard bed and took a deep breath. "Lingxiang, I have a box of golden silk and nanmu in my room. You have time to let Jiu 'er's mother send it to Feng. ”

Feng, it's Queen Xiao's milk name. (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.)