The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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Huai Yin saw Sang Chen’s red face, and suddenly remembered the day when he returned to the temple. He saw Sang Chen’s joy and joy, and his heart suddenly disappeared.

"You want to protect that mother." Huai Yin sat down under the porch, staring at the leaves floating in the water tank in front of him, and the ray of light swayed with the ripples around the leaves.

Sang Chen blushes, clutches his robes uncomfortably, sits down beside him, and listens honestly to the teachings.

Huai Yin looked at his appearance, and thought of his character, the eyebrows had not been loosened, and the thin lips began to say: "The mother does not like you."

In the gaze of Huaiyin, Sang Chen’s face went white and white.

"If you want to have the power to protect her, you don't need to enter the official, you recognize the identity of Cui's six-bedroom, and inherit the title of the honor. You are the boss of Boling Cui's family, and Tangtang Chengxian." Looking at Sang Chen with a sorrowful look, looking at his resentful eyes, said: "Look, your thoughts about her are just like this."

Sang Chen looked pale and shocked to see Huaiyin. He did not think that this teacher who had always only talked about Buddhism would be so sharp and unrelenting.

Huai Yin does not seem to want to stop. "You hate the fragility of your parents, your mother commits suicide, your father is sensational, you hate Cui's abandoning you, so you don't want to admit them. But along with the world, this world is more cruel than this. Everywhere, you can't stand such a thing, and you can't stand the things that will happen in the future. If the mother really wants to be with you, she will be willing to accompany you through the incognito's wandering life, but it can be ruthless, right?"

This remark was overwhelming and the words were sorrowful, which made Sang Chen unable to cope for a long time. Yes, Lang has no feelings.

Huai Yin reached out and pulled out the leaves in the water tank. The sound of Qing Yue is like pointing to the Buddha's voice. "No matter whether you admit it or not, you are in the same position as Xiao Langjun, and in comparison, you are better than him. More innocent, but you lost from the beginning."

"Why?" Sang Chen also faintly knew the result, but he never understood.

Sang Chen stared at Huai Yin, under the swaying sunlight, he seemed to be plated with a layer of holy Buddha light, the phoenix phoenix drooping, the lips seemed to pick up a faint smile, this laugh, with many complex meanings, like It’s a memory, like a joy, like a remorse...

He said, "You admire her, so I rushed to raise a relative, she is happy."

If you like a person, you should think about what she thinks. Counting it, there is nothing to win or lose in this kind of thing. Sang Chen just doesn't understand what Yan Yan thinks and doesn't understand her mind.

"If you are in love with each other, you can be determined. If you just entangle yourself, it will only hurt you." Huaiyin dropped the fallen leaves from the water and threw them on the thick leaves. The reflection in the water is a bit fascinating.

Sang Chen’s face suddenly opened up, and his eyes recovered. “I understand! Thank you, Mr. Huai Yin.”

Huai Yin took back the thoughts and looked at Sang Chen sideways. He saw him happily and gave him a Buddhist ceremony. He put on his shoes and ran out quickly.

Huai Yin slightly frowned, and he didn't feel that he understood anything at all, otherwise he wouldn't be so happy at all, but when he thought that Sang Chen had always been different from others, he would no longer ask this question more.

Sang Chen jumped out of the cloud from the temple, went up to the shadow Mei Lan, just ran to the foot of the mountain, suddenly black in front of him, someone actually covered him with a cloth bag, but also struggled in the future, a pain in the back neck, suddenly lost consciousness .

The man quickly put the soft sang Chen into the bag, picked it up, and several of the landings did not enter the forest.

The autumn winds are smashing, and the shadows of the Mei dynasty are in a cloud.

In the depression of the nunnery, the only master of the nun, one is dead, one is not yet suspected of elution, but fortunately there is nothing big to do in the middle of the battle, the net snow can also support.

Yan Yan was lying bored on the couch, looking at the roof, and the right arm was hurting for a while.

Hey.

Yan Yan stunned, looking at the white cloth on his arm and blooming a bright blood flower.

"Xing Niang?" Yan Yan called.

Yan Yan pulled up and covered his arm and said: "I have to take a nap, don't bother me with anything."

Xing Niang responded with a sound, closed the window, and after the curtain was lowered, gently retreated.

The door slammed shut, and the black dress on the beam of the house fell like a fallen leaf. A little bit of blood fell on his embroidered quilt as he fell.

Yan Yan looked at her face, and there was no such thing as a handsome face on the face, and she could not help but whisper, "Su Fu!"

Su Fu opened his eyes and smiled at her with a dull voice. "I know that I shouldn't come to you, but in this world, I think about it all, and only you can take it for me."

Yan Yan frowned and looked at him, and there was no scar at all.

"It is an internal injury." Su Fu unloaded the cold defense. At this time, he looked so fragile and tenacious, just like countless times when he saw his dream.

Su Fu saw the long squat on the side of the couch and took it with his hand. The thumb gently opened the shack and a slender short knife bounced out.

"A Yan, can I call you like this?" The knife light reflected his eyes, like a cold lake.

"With you." Yan Yan sat up and looked at the man who was seriously injured, but still faint, and could not help but frown.

Su Fu’s lips blew over a **** blood, reflecting his pale face. He looked very fascinating. He raised his hand and wiped it away. He took a short knife and went to the window. He said, “Tomorrow, in the grass ten miles away, I am sorry to ask you to collect the corpse for me. This is the grace, I will be the result of the suture of the Su Fulai.

He was about to jump out of the window, and suddenly he was tight on his waist. Then he felt the soft body behind him, and the sound of his face was coming. "Let me save you. I am more willing to save people than collecting the body." ""

When she went to the hospital, she also dreamed of being a white angel, but later she was transferred to the forensic profession. From the beginning of rejection, to the later habits and likes, Yan Yan dissected thousands of bodies and saved a few people.

Su Fu suddenly smiled softly. He allowed him to hold his face, his hands supported on the window sill, and he swallowed the blood in the entrance. "I thought that, from the control of that person, my life would have A new beginning...I think it's simple, I just fell from a **** to a deeper and more tormented hell."

He said, suddenly turned to God, stretched his arms and covered his face, and lowered his head to bury his face in her neck.

This position lasted for a long time, and a cool breeze came in through the window. Yan Yan felt a heat flow from the neck to the back, and the sweet smell filled her nose.

"Su Fu, Su Fu." Yan Yan gently shook him.

Su Fu’s tall body was pressed down, and Yan Yan’s pain in his hands was not enough. He flattened him on the floor and checked it carefully.

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