The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

“Yes, when the old lady arrives, the slave gives it to her.” Ling Xiang handed the comb to Mrs. Xiao.

Mrs. Xiao's fingers trembled with a combed ridge and a light smile on her face.

Mrs. Xiao was the Queen of Xiliang and wife of Emperor Xiaoming.

As far as Van Yan knows, Emperor Xiaoming Xiao Xiao is a very talented emperor who has written 14 books such as "Xiaoming". He was an elegant man with a gentleman, a miserable gentleman, and at the time of his death, all his subjects mourned him.

Such a man, the king of a country, would personally make wooden combs for his wife and speak to her. I think the emperor must have been very loving! Yet, decades after his death, Mrs. Xiao recalled his tenderness and how lonely his affair would be.

“May I be the son of Xiao's grandson Changsheng.” Mrs. Xiao sighed and closed her eyes slowly.

Valjen looked at her serene face, her heart tight, softly called out, “Grandma? ”

The answer to her was the warm, warm wind at the end of spring with the aroma of peony.

Ling Xiang grabbed Mrs Xiao's hand, her voice trembled, eager to wake her up, “Madam, Madam! ”

Valjen's fingers were placed on Madame's neck and she could still feel the warmth of her skin, but she had no pulse.

Mrs. Tai's illness is under control, but it also consumes all her energy.

“Madame!” Ling Xiangfeng cried in front of Mrs. Xiao.

Lady Xiao looked at Mrs Yilong Yilong Zhuang's sitting, black and red hem with Han Ruins wind, hair as snow, in the spring sun, Yilong as the most beautiful peony in the park. Wet in the eyes, don't open your eyes and mute to the waitress who kneels beside you, "Go and ask the Duke and Lady. ”

“Yes!” the waiter took his life, picking up his skirt and rushing to the front yard.

“What's going on?” Xiao Song and Liu Qingsong just entered the door and ran into the waiter who panicked and ran out. He couldn't help but raise his mind.

The waiter had not yet answered, and the two heard the cries in the courtyard and ran in.

“Grandma.” Xiao Song suddenly stopped at a distance from Lady Tai's two husbands. She sat with a light smile as if she were just enjoying the warm sun and the floral fragrance in the yard, but that beam was unjustifiably sad.

Liu Qingsong quickly stepped forward and reached out to pinch Mrs. Xiao's pulse. Her face was pale.

Ling Xiang's crying suddenly stopped. The whole person fell to the ground and passed out. Van Yan hastily picked up the medicine box in Liu Qingsong's hand and found a silver needle to help her with her rhythm.

When Ling Xiang got out of danger, Valen raised her head again, but Xiao Song's eyes were red and her lips tightened into a line.

Valjen ordered Ling Xiang to return to his room, get up and walk to Xiao Song, reach out and hold his fist hidden in his sleeve.

But for a moment, a group of people, led by Lord Song, rushed over.

“Mother!” Song Guo Gong walked down the hallway, pounding on his knees, and the rest of the people knelt down.

Valjean saw Xiao Song still standing tall, hurriedly reached out and dragged him, holding him down on his knees.

Liu Qingsong's face was white and his eyes fell on his knees with Xiao Song without any focal length.

The courtyard was overflowing, and the garden was bright in the spring, but it was filled with tears of sorrow.

“Husband, you have to be sorry, the remains of the family can't be left out like this.” The Lonesome wiped tears and persuaded the Song Nation to do justice. The tears of the Lonely Clan are very complicated. On the one hand, she pressed a mother-in-law for decades. She was very depressed and now finally relieved. On the other hand, she did have feelings after living with Mrs. Xiao for so many years. Besides, Mrs. Xiao was once a country, after all, and acted in an atmosphere that never deliberately blocked her on minor matters.

The words of solace of the Lonesome family came out, many people followed the persuasion. Song Guo Gong could not stop crying. He did not take the pap handed over by the Lonesome family. He wiped it with his sleeves, barely stabilized his mind. The conductor replaced all the bed of Mrs. Tai with a new cover, and lifted Mrs. Tai up.

“Who was next to Madame, but what was the last word?” Song Guo Gong seemed a lot older in a flash, and his voice was unusually dull.

"'It's my daughter-in-law,' said Valentine.” She went on, “Madame said, wishing me the grandson of Xiao Changsheng. ”

In the absence of the Liang Dynasty and the absence of Emperor Xiaoming, Mrs. Xiao's last sentence, "May my son Sun Changsheng of Xiao", has made clear all the significance of the second half of her life.

Song Guo Guo heard this and couldn't help but cry.

The Lonesome family was busy waiting. Xiao Ruizhi stepped out of the house and asked someone to call the butler. He asked him to send someone to inform Xiao's family immediately. Mrs. Xiao's deadline had reached.

The housekeeper stood still and responded quickly, hurrying to do the matter.

About half an hour younger, everyone in this family arrived. After Mrs. Xiao was a country, it was naturally impossible for her to be alone in the whole rear palace. The son born of the princess is also her son, but the good news is that Xiao is not a good woman. Except for the one who has passed away, there are only six children. Even so, with grandchildren and grandchildren, he is already a full house, crying noisy and very sad.

Valjen kept an eye on Xiao Song. He didn't cry, but his eyes were filled with red silk, which was horrible.

Mrs. Xiao's affairs The Xiao family had long been prepared for the thought, and she was already a person, and the passing away was also a joy. After a moment of sadness, everyone's emotions were gradually calming down. The grandchildren of the various houses gathered in the capitol to discuss Mrs. Xiao's funeral. At the same time, they sent someone to the palace to return to Mrs. Xiao's funeral.

Mrs. Xiao is Lady Liang Guo, under the seal of the Emperor, and the regulations shall be in accordance with her grade and the will of the Emperor.

Less than half an hour later, there was a holy decree in the palace.

A group of people rushed to the pure face, men dressed in imperial clothes, women dressed in life clothes, came out to receive the message, and knelt down in front of the inner door.

Inner Samurai's unique voice slowly remembered the Holy Spirit, Van Yan listened to a long and obstinate passage, most of which was a meaningless praise for Mrs. Xiao's life, and finally came to the point, chasing “Mrs. Liang Guo” as “Xuanhui Liang Guo Queen”, the same matrimonial lady.

Mrs. Xiao was originally a Pingguo Lady. This is already the highest rank of foreign women. The specifications can not be raised, but the number of “Xuan Hui Liang Guo Queen” can be retrieved, which is already the highest treatment. This is also Li Shimin's broad-minded heart and to appease the Xiao clan, who was once the royal family of the Liang dynasty.

“My condolences, my lord!” The servant gave him the sacrament and offered comfort.

A group of people and servants in front of her, Xiao Song gently squeezed her pinched hands and gave her a look, indicating that she looked forward to the right.

With his eyes, Vaughn saw that only a group of women in green coats had no pattern. Apparently, the grade was not high, and one of the women had only one pair fewer patterns on her than the lonely woman's clothes! So she stood in a group of women, and she looked out. (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.)