The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

Liu Qingsong spent some time in his home with Xiao Xian. He also had a good impression of Xiao Xian, because all Xiao's brothers used to call him as a servant, but Xiao Xian gave him enough respect.

Only then did she fail to rescue Mrs. Dongyang in a timely manner. Since Xiao Xiangzhen opened her mouth, Liu Qingsong was also genuinely unwilling to refuse. He walked down to Lady Dongyang and saw her go straight through the arrow of her chest. A huge blood lotus blossomed on her vegetarian clothes. Her chest fluctuated slightly and her signs of life were already very weak. He still extended his hand to check her pulse.

It took a moment to sink, “Shiro, Madam, this sword has broken your heart...”

Liu Qingsong did not dare to determine where the heart or near the heart had been specifically injured, but this injury had no condition surgery in Datang, no blood supply, almost certain death.

Xiao Xiao's face was a little pale, her lips tight, and tears spilled uncontrollably in her eyes.

Mrs. Dongyang opened her eyes slowly, her voice weak as a breath, "It's long overdue, cousin, why are you crying? ”

The sky had been wiped black, and a lantern had been lit in front of Xiao's door, heralding that the drums of the doors were to be closed at night.

Madam Dongyang raised her hand, seemed to want to touch Xiao Xiao's face, but in the end, she just touched his jaw and fell. A faint and complex emotion was hidden in her shallow eyes, “You, me... the fate of this mother and son... came at an untimely time, I did not... to you, it is not worth your grief. ”

“Mother did a lot for me, and I know that Mother wanted to find a place for me in the Shaw family, not exist as an irrelevant person.” Xiao Xianzhi never thought that her mother would care about herself and suddenly reverse his cognition. The shock made him react somewhat until now.

Just figured it out, but it's gone.

“I never asked... do you want this, just think... you and I... after all, what should I do for you...” Lady Dongyang's eyes gradually faded. She sighed and muttered, “Do something for me... ask the people to let me go... let me go...”

Her voice gradually weakened and eventually became as if it had been blown away by the evening wind without a trace.

Van Yang stood on the stone steps and could clearly see that Mrs. Dongyang had always smiled in the clear distance.

Lady Dongyang did not know whether or not she was affectionate towards the Lang King, who had once been a green plum and bamboo horse, but she understood that a political marriage deprived Mrs. Dongyang of her freedom and her life.

Since her marriage to the Xiao family, Mrs. Dongyang has been displaced for more than 10 years. For more than a decade, the only important thing in her life is a son she doesn't know how to face.

Xiao Xiangzhi took off her coat and took Madame Dongyang into the carriage without a word. Before entering the car, she looked back at her face.

There was no emotion at that glance, but Valjen knew, there must have been hatred. Because Valjen's downhole stone. Mrs. Dongyang had been shot by an arrow, but Valjen had no intention of salvation.

But she looked back, and if she did it again ten times, she would still not care about Mrs. Dongyang's death. Mrs. Dongyang was planning to leave nothing behind. She was just returning it.

So far, Van Yan did not say that Mrs. Dongyang's body should be placed in the house, leaving Xiao Huanzhi alone.

Xiao Xianzhi entered the car and gently lowered Mrs. Dongyang's head for a moment, but saw her underwear with three words on her sleeve written in blood - golden embroidery ball.

With a slight breath in his heart, he remembered his mother's yard with many flowers, one of which was called a golden embroidery ball.

What happened to the golden embroidery ball? Xiao Xiangzhi looked at Mrs. Dongyang's pale and serene face and knew that her mother had not spoken to her personally, but had chosen this secret method. The intention was certainly not to let him take care of the golden embroidery ball on his behalf. Why is that?

It was only 500 or 600 drums. When Xiao Huanzhi's carriage arrived at the Fang Gate, it had not been closed. It was just past the official bureaucrat who had rushed to the news.

Tonight moonless, the sky gets darker and darker.

The people who sent Liu Qingsong to find Sangchen have also returned, bringing back the news that they did not want to hear - Sangchen was not in the province, and Liu Qingsong told them that he had looked everywhere he might go, saying that he had not seen Sangchen since the dawn (9: 00 a.m.).

“What should I do?” Liu Qingsong leaned against the door frame and copied his hand to look at Valjen.

“I'll go.” Valentine.

Liu Qingsong frowned. “You say I'm unreliable all the time. Tell me where you can trust this decision? If Kowloon comes back knowing that I let you take the risk, you have to peel off a few layers of my skin. No, you can't go. ”

“Lady Slaver, go.” Goo Lan stood up straight, “Lady rarely appeared outside, Wei Wang had never seen Lady, and they did not necessarily recognize it. ”

“That's a good idea.” Liu Qingsong caressed his hand, “that's it, get ready! ”

“No.” Valjen didn't think Li Tai couldn't tell the truth. She said, "I've been wondering why Li Tai wanted Sun Chen to threaten me. What's the purpose? Besides, Song Chen was a bright and decent man this morning to see Wang Wei. Song Chen disappeared and he couldn't get off the hook. Do you really think he caught him? ”

"Do you want to borrow your wife from Lang Gun? ”

If she were to be treated for Princess Jinyang's illness, Li Tai would find a way to make her go wrong, so that the Prince would also be implicated, such as blaming her for the death of Si Wang instead of trying to get rid of her.

The word "blue" is more likely.

“Ma'am, the official house is here, saying that it was the dispatch that caused the attack on Xiao's house.” There was a sudden sound of waiters outside breaking the silence in the house.

Her eyes lit up slightly and she immediately asked, "Who is it? ”

“Madam, it's Dali Temple, He Temple Zheng.” The waiter replied.

“Please, He Temple is going to the hall.” Valjen said, sighing. Van Yang finally understood why Mrs. Dongyang had that smile when she curled the door outside. Because, she had long anticipated that she would die and that she would die, giving Van Yang an opportunity to break the deadlock.

Liu Qingsong understood that she wanted to borrow the hand of He Temple Zheng. He couldn't help but say, "Is it really okay to give people a handle? ”

“This is the best way to do this right now. It won't boil until things are resolved. After this, even if it opens up, I can resist death. I just ask you, how is He Temple's relationship with my husband?” Valentine.

Liu Qingsong nodded. After all, he recognized what Valen said. After all, with their weak power, there was no chance of victory at all. Moreover, the enemy was dark. Whether or not Sangchen was tied up by Li Tai was difficult to say, “Not bad, his official position was lower than that of Jiulong, and in general there was no positive conflict. ”

After a pause, Liu Qingsong added, "And He Temple is the supporting prince with a clear attitude.” (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.)