The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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The wind suddenly became a little bigger, and the snow floated on the ground, mixed with the falling snow, like a spray, covering the line of sight.

Su Fu took the umbrella and stood on the hill.

Between the wind and the snow in the sky, I can see Xiao Yu in the distance, and I am commanding the subordinates to find out what is going on.

Only when there was such a moment, when Xiao Yu put the big man on Yan Yan, even though he had always had little fluctuations in his emotions, he clearly felt that he was happy and sad.

What are you happy with? What is sorrow? Su Fu is not very clear.

Yan Yan is in a special position in his heart. She is so similar to him in some respects and the only person worthy of his trust.

Perhaps, she was happy for her, and finally waited for a good home, instead of being alone in the world like him, and sad, her fate has nothing to do with him.

Su Fu’s ears moved slightly, and when he heard the footsteps in the whistling wind and snow quickly approached him, he turned and looked at it, then waited quietly.

"Su doctor, Your Highness invites you to go to the private garden to discuss matters." The people stood under the hills and handed the arch.

The squally wind blows his voice, but Su Fu easily discerns the meaning of the words, the slight jaws, coming down from the mound, the cold voice blends with the snow, "band."

The man responded with respect and respect, trotting in front.

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The horse-drawn carriage of the government has just stopped in front of the inner doorway. When Yun Yun was afraid of being caught by his mother, he smeared oil on his soles and jumped out of the carriage and ran back to his yard.

Back to the Yaju, took a hot bath, Xing Niang in the bedroom to point a few brazier, Yan Yanwo on the couch could not help but relieved. Overall, she is in a good mood today. Although she started to backfire, she still knows a lot of people. Even those mothers are not high, but there are some connections, which are better than nothing.

Moreover, today's snow owl is really hearty.

"Mother, this is also settled down, Xiaoman that girl..." Xing Niang thought that Yan Yan had forgotten, and he reminded him.

From the couch, Yan Yan touched a medical book that she was studying recently, and turned it to a page with a note, and asked: "What have she been doing recently?"

"Doing a sweep in the courtyard." Xing Niang suddenly understood that Yan Yan was testing Xiaoman and thought about it again: "She has never left the hospital, but the things on the way, the old slaves are not known... Let her go with the Eighteen Mothers, is it also for temptation?"

Yan Yan nodded. "I asked her to wait for Master. I also asked Master to pay attention to her every move. When I send the magic to the voiceless tomorrow, I will visit Master."

Xing Niang agreed to nod and then hesitated, and then asked: "Mother, that big sister is Xiao Shilang."

"Yeah." Yan Yan should have a voice, and immediately remembered that he had clearly explained the late green and did not say this, he asked: "How do you know?"

Xing Niang sighed and slammed the big ones out to reveal the embroidered lines on the collar. "This kind of small pattern with an inch of diameter can only be used by four to seven court officials."

Yan Yan nodded and continued to read the medical books.

Xing Niang saw her unintentional, and could not help but say: "Mother is not willing to marry Mr. Sang, the old slave will not go to the mother to speak for the sake of fame and fortune, but the old slaves should advise the mother, not to Xiao Shilang. Love, if Wan Niang has a good deed, how can the old slave explain to the lady under Jiuquan!"

Said, Xing Niang's eyes already have tears, the lady pulled her hand before the end of her life, only to say "A Yan" will swallow, the lady has no nostalgia in the family, only the rest assured that the only Daughter.

"Xing Niang, it is better to ask the next day, which high-ranking person is good at numerology, help me to see it." Yan Yan knows that it is impossible to tell the truth to Xing Niang, Xing Niang believes in ghosts, since this can only be from here Start, "Everyone has a number of lives. If my generation is destined to marry Xiao Yu and be killed by him, that is nothing to do."

"Hey!" Xing Niang looked at Yan Yan with anger: "Mother's words can't be said indiscriminately. There are gods on the head and can't talk nonsense."

Yan Yan smiled and shifted the topic, let Xing Niang say hello to the housekeeper, borrow a kitchen tomorrow, and give Master a few dishes to send.

After Xing Niang left, Yan Yan began to wonder if she really wanted to draw Wu Zetian. Since ancient times, she has been with the tiger. If she is standing now from the camp and everything is involved, then she will fall into the final. The end of the rabbit dead dog cooking.

Moreover, the most difficult moment of Wu Zetian is the period from the end of the Zhenguan period to the second year of Yonghui. There is still more than a decade of governance in Zhenguan. Is it early to rely on her? Instead of this, it is not as good as Li Shimin’s attention. This is still promising for more than a decade.

I want to understand many of these things, and I have a general direction in my heart. I plan to find Liu Qingsong to discuss a specific plan.

The next morning, the sound of Xiao drum just sounded, and Yan Yan fell.

After the grooming, he went to the kitchen.

The cooks have already started preparing for breakfast, and the kitchen in the government is very large. Because of the greetings last night, there is a stove dedicated to Yan Yan.

Yan Yan was in the basin and began to skillfully cut vegetables.

When she got a knife, she caught the attention of the stewardess, but she didn't dare to bother because she was not close to her.

Until the aroma of the meat in the middle of the pot overflowed, the whole kitchen was filled with incense and not greasy, and the smell of the taste buds, the cooks all looked forward, and the stewardess couldn't help but get together. "Mother is really good." This cooking technique is afraid that even the royal chef in the palace will be willing to go down the wind!"

Yan Yan took the time to look at Guan Niang, the first impression is "fat", that body type, it is a tie tied together, it is estimated that it is not worthy of her, because obesity, facial features do not look very obvious, especially a pair The eyes were directly piled into two thin seams, but the skin was very good. It was very pleasing to laugh at the two dimples with deep dimples.

"Looking back, I am copying the square to you." After Yan Yan finished, she paused and felt that she was direct?

The stewardess didn’t care, she was overjoyed and laughed and laughed. "Mother is really refreshing. These wonderful crafts are not hidden. The slaves are called the blessings. If the mother wants to use the kitchen, let’s just say it to the slaves. Cheng, do not have to pass the housekeeper."

“Thank you.” Yan Yan felt that the name “Fu Mission” was really in line with her, and she smiled at her to show her friendship.

The blessings glared at their own eyes and shouted: "Mother is really beautiful, and the slaves are playing in Chang'an. It is also the mother who has seen many big families. It is the first time I see a mother like this!"

Yan Yan did not answer, she could guess a point or two for the psychology of the group. Just like later generations, they are called "beauty" everywhere. If you happen to meet a young woman, you have to say "beauty, where is it going?", people are happy to answer, this is just a polite way. This is what I say in my mouth, and I don’t really think so.

For a while, the blessings praised Yan Yan for not being in the sky, and the land was hard to find. It seems that the full-length An Lang’s Lang Jun could not find her, and she regretted her life.

Yan Yan only made the wind beside her ears. She interjected from time to time to ask her some customs of Chang'an, but she could talk a few words.

Yan Yan made a Wu Xiu and favorite Dongpo meat, a ginseng chicken soup, a sauce, and a few small stir-fry, and also cooked a pot of **** pork porridge with Yu Pingyu and Roche.

Eating **** in the morning is better than drinking ginseng soup. Eating **** on the winter morning is a good way to maintain health. Living in someone else’s home, Yan Yan always has some disappointment. Yu Pingyu and Roche are not short of money. She can only show her gratitude on small things.

Everything is ready, and Yan has got a carriage in the inner doorway.

The carriage drove out of the gate and was about to turn a corner at the door, going south, but was blocked by a carriage that had just stopped at the gate of the government.

"Don't worry, wait for me to get off." There was a voice of a flustered man outside.

Yan Yan slightly raised her eyebrows, opened the curtain, and saw that the thin figure was going to knock on the door of the government, and she called out, "Liu Qingsong?"

Liu Qingsong turned around and saw Yan Yan, and said: "I am looking for you!"

"Go on the bus and talk about it." Yan Yandao.

Liu Qingsong quickly boarded the carriage of Yan Yan.

Yan Yan ordered the coachman to continue to the south of the city. Liu Qingsong was full of excitement: "Do you cure asthma?"

Yan Yan silent for a moment, in Liu Qingsong's gaze, slowly shook his head: "It is not a cure, but I know the body performance after the death of asthma."

"I really lost it to you! I want to know what to do!" Liu Qingsong is like a deflated ball, sighing awkwardly. "I heard Jiu Lang yesterday, Jinyang Princess is sick, and her Majesty was originally prepared today. The trip to Huaizhou has also been canceled, and now I am in a hurry to turn around! I heard that Jiulang said that the symptoms are very similar to asthma, and that the Queen of the Suns is suffering from asthma, it must be genetic!"

Liu Qingsong looked at Yan Yan with a "you know" look.

"Don't look at me like this. If you look at me, I can't cure asthma right away." Yan Yan is not really not going to be treated. She is also very familiar with the mechanism, treatment and nursed back to asthma, but the cure is It is useless to talk about the paper, and you must have a wealth of clinical experience to be called a cure!

Yan Yan knows that this Jinyang princess, her little name is 兕, is Li Shimin's most beloved princess. Since the death of the empress of the grandson, Li Shimin has taken him and Li Zhi together to raise it personally. It is said that even when the fold is folded, it will be Embracing on the lap.

It’s awkward, it’s going to be a little bit of a big look, it’s going to be awesome. When I saw the wrath of the father, I would say a few words to the people who were training, and slowly wiped out the anger of the sect.

Many people in Manchuwu have been favored by the little princess, so they all treat her as a baby. I love it very much.

It can be said that if you can get the right to heal Princess Jinyang, you can do more with less.

Yan Yanzhen flashed an unprecedented brilliance, Shen Shen said: "This, you can also."

She believes that things are artificial. Princess Jinyang died in the 18th year of Zhenguan, and there are still seven years. If this time specializes in asthma, find a patient in the workshop to heal, accumulate experience, and take time to make a difference. Moreover, compared with the ancient doctors, her advantage is to understand the disease more, and know more about the drugs and methods of nursery that they have not yet understood.

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