The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor - Chapter 309

[Chapter 316 Death (1)]

Chapter 316 Death (1)

Chapter 316

Spring is suitable for supplementing, so Ran Yan made several fish dishes and some refreshing side dishes.

Not to mention the taste, Ran Yan’s knife skills alone are amazing, and the naked eye can hardly tell the difference between the thickness of each fish fillet.

Liu Qingsong tasted the familiar taste of braised fish, and tears poured out uncontrollably, but the chopsticks kept coming.

This appearance made Xiao Song stunned for a while.

Xiao Song has known Liu Qingsong for more than ten years. He has always been a fool. No matter how others get angry at him, no matter how anxious others are, he always has a smiling face, which makes people want to beat him up. But at this moment, this cowardly look makes people feel that…you must be beaten.

Ran Yan dipped her eyes and ate quietly, never even looking at him.

But Xiao Song originally had a warm and happy meal after the wedding, but Liu Qingsong cried abruptly and sadly, feeling extremely depressed, looking at him can kill people.

After the meal, Liu Qingsong’s mood returned to normal, but Xiao Song couldn’t wait to order someone to blow him away.

Ran Yan understood that Liu Qingsong was an extremely family-loving person. Even though he stayed in Datang for more than ten years, he could not heal his longing for his hometown in his heart.

No matter how good Datang is and how smooth it is, as long as there is a chance to let Liu Qingsong wear it back, he will not hesitate in the slightest.

In fact, how could Ran Yan not want to go back to a familiar place?

“Madam?” Xiao Song sat next to her at some point, reached out and pulled her into his arms, and asked softly, “What are you thinking about?”

Ran Yan shook her head, she really wanted to talk to someone to relieve the depression in her heart, but Liu Qingsong was unreliable, and she didn’t know how to say these words to Xiao Song.

Xiao Song dropped a kiss on her forehead, and neither of them spoke.

Ran Yan let him walk into the garden outside holding hands.

The pink peony blooms in the garden are like haze, and they look particularly beautiful against the green leaves, the white roses are like fat, and the red kapok buds are full of branches.

The peach blossoms in March gradually turned into spring mud.

The weather in Chang’an is getting hotter and hotter, and it’s only April, so you can wear light gauze.

Xiao Song originally took Ran Yan to Guanshan during the wedding, but the plan could not keep up with the change-Mrs. Xiao fell ill.

As a granddaughter-in-law, Ran Yan also understands medical skills, so she is naturally obliged to stay in front of the old lady’s couch every day, almost staying in the old house, but Xiao Song is left out in the cold.

But Xiao Song had no complaints. He was taught and raised by Mrs. Xiao, and his relationship with her was more intimate than that of ordinary grandparents.

Liu Qingsong also moved into the old house, taking care of Mrs. Xiao in a disorganized manner, and a group of imperial doctors came to see the patient in turn, but Mrs. Xiao’s illness was not fixed, but Ran Yan knew in her heart that she was so old. , I am sick like a landslide, I am afraid it will be difficult to get better.

The family heard that Mrs. Xiao was seriously ill and received the diagnosis from the imperial doctor. They immediately rushed to Chang’an in a mighty manner. Almost all the great-grandsons and great-grandsons of the houses arrived at Chang’an at the end of April.

Song Guogong, who had just left soon, also took leave of absence from the imperial court and came back to do his filial piety.

At the same time, Yu Shinan, who was lingering on the bed, was also dying. The two princesses in the palace suffered from gas attacks. They were busy destroying a bunch of old men in the Imperial Physician’s Office. They ran around without touching the ground all day. The drug boy who picked the medicine.

On May 2, the sage visited Mrs. Xiao Tai’s mansion in person, and on May 3, he went to visit Yu Shinan mansion.

With the careful care of many top doctors in the Tang Dynasty, Mrs. Xiao’s condition was temporarily stabilized. By the end of May, it gradually improved, and occasionally collapsed outside to bask in the sun.

However, Yu Shinan’s condition deteriorated irreparably. On May 25th, he died in Chang’an.

The scholars cried bitterly, and the cries resounded through Chang’an City.

“Yu Yongxing is gone?” Mrs. Xiao Tai sat on the bed with a round waist and beard under the porch and asked Ran Yan slowly.

Yu Shinan was named the son of Yongxing County, so people often call him Yu Yongxing.

“Well.” Ran Yan doesn’t like to fool people, besides,

The old lady is not so foolish.

Mrs. Xiao quietly looked at the big red peony in the courtyard. After a long time, she took out a peach wood comb from her bosom, looked at it for a long time, and then handed it to Ran Yan, “Come, help me comb my hair.”

Ran Yan took the wooden comb with both hands, untied Mrs. Xiao’s long snow-white hair, and gently combed it with the comb.

“When I was young, Emperor Xiaoming liked my hair the most. He said that it was easier to touch than fine silk, and no gold or silver was worthy of it. So he made this wooden comb and gave it to me.” Mrs. Xiao There was a smile on the lady’s face, and she lowered her eyes and said, “I said, the hair that is not worthy of gold and silver, a wooden comb will send me? He said, this comb is my only desire for you.”

Ran Yan also laughed, thinking that the Xiao family had worked as a carpenter since their ancestors, no wonder Xiao Song carved a peach hairpin lifelike, “Grandmother’s hair is still easier to touch than silk now, combing Not too hard.”

“You followed Jiu’er and learned to coax people.” Mrs. Xiao said with a smile.

Ran Yan did not deny that Mrs. Xiao’s hair was much better than that of ordinary old people, but it was definitely not as good as when she was young.

“Song’er, bring me that beautifully embroidered quilt.” Mrs. Xiao said.

“Mrs. Tai, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com Dr. Liu has gone to boil the medicine, and this servant will help you to get it.” The servant Liang’er bowed.

Mrs. Xiao nodded lightly.

“Mrs. Tai, the slave maid will comb your hair.” Ling Xiang asked Mrs. Xiao aloud when she saw that Mrs. Xiao was in good spirits.

Ling Xiang is thirty-eight years old this year. She was originally a servant girl next to Empress Xiao. Later, Yang Guang was murdered by Yu Wenhua and Empress Xiao’s rebels. She was taken away by Dou Jiande and then welcomed by Chuluo Khan. After a few changes, Ling Xiang was given to Mrs. Xiao Tai by Empress Xiao when she went to the Turks.

He is very clever, and is quite popular with Mrs. Xiao.

“Okay.” Mrs. Xiao said with a smile.

Ling Xiang took the comb and carefully combed Mrs. Xiao’s hair into a complicated bun.

This kind of bun is not the popular high bun in the Tang Dynasty, but it also looks graceful and elegant. There are no gold and silver accessories on the hair, only a white jade cloud hairpin.

Liang’er took out a black wide-sleeved and cross-collared Quju, the solemn color and style, more like the clothes of the Han Dynasty, and completely different from all the above in the Tang Dynasty.

Ling Xiang and Ran Yan served Mrs. Xiao to put it on.

“I’ve gained so much weight.” Mrs. Xiao smiled as she looked at the dress that Jiang Jianghao was able to put on.

Ling Xiang covered his mouth and smiled and said, “Madam Tai is not fat, look at the waist of this servant, it’s almost a tube.”

Perhaps it was because she had come into contact with too many dead people, and Ran Yan was very sensitive to death, especially when she saw Mrs. Xiao who was in high spirits, she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart, so she turned around and quietly ordered the servants beside her to invite Xiao Songhe. Liu Qingsong.

Mrs. Xiao knelt down on Hu’s bed, took a deep breath, and said, “Ling Xiang, I have a box of golden nanmu in my room. Take the time to let Jiu’er’s mother send it to Afen.”

Afen is the nickname of Empress Xiao.

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