The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor - Chapter 360

[Chapter 367 Golden Hydrangea]

Liu Qingsong spent some time in his home when he was a teenager and had some friendship with Xiao Xuanzhi. He also had a good impression of Xiao Xuanzhi, because in the past, all the children of the Xiao family used him as a servant, but Xiao Xuanzhi gave it to him. enough respect.

Just now, he didn’t rescue Mrs. Dongyang in time, and he lost his friendship. Since Xiao Xuanzhi opened his mouth, Liu Qingsong was unwilling to refuse from his heart.

He walked to Mrs. Dongyang and squatted down, and saw the arrow that went straight through her chest, a huge blood lotus blossomed on her plain clothes, her chest undulating weakly, and the signs of life were already very weak, and he still reached out to check her pulse.

After a moment, he said solemnly, “Juro, the madam hurt the heart with this sword…”

Liu Qingsong did not dare to determine the exact location of the injury to the heart or the vicinity of the heart, but this kind of injury in Datang has no conditions for surgery and no blood supply, and it is almost certain to die.

Xiao Xuanzhi’s face was pale, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and there were uncontrollable tears in his eyes.

Mrs. Dongyang slowly opened her eyes, her voice was weak as if she was breathing, “I’ve already reached the crown, dignified man, why are you crying?”

The sky was already dark, lanterns were lit in front of the door of Xiao’s house, and the sound of drums in the evening signaled the closing of the gate.

Mrs. Dongyang raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch Xiao Xuanzhi’s face, but in the end she just touched his chin and then fell down again, a faint complex emotion hidden in her clear eyes, “You and I… this The fate of mother and son…it came at an inopportune time, and I didn’t take good care of…for you, it’s not worth your sorrow.”

“My mother has done a lot for me. I know that my mother wants to make a place for me in the Xiao family, not to exist as an irrelevant person.” Xiao Xuanzhi never thought that his mother would still care about himself, and suddenly Reversing his cognition, the shock has made him only react somewhat until now.

Just realized, but has lost.

“I never asked…if you wanted this, I just thought…you and I…after all, a mother and son, I should do it for you… What?” Mrs. Dongyang’s eyes gradually became slack, she sighed, and muttered, “Do something for me… I beg the clan to let me go… Let me go…”

Her voice gradually weakened and finally seemed to be blown away by the evening wind, leaving no trace.

Ran Yan stood on the stone steps, and could clearly see that Mrs. Dongyang always had a faint smile on Qingyuan’s face.

Ran Yan didn’t know whether Mrs. Dongyang had a deep love for that former childhood sweetheart, Lang Jun, but she understood that a political marriage took away Mrs. Dongyang’s freedom and also her life.

After marrying Mrs. Xiao Dongyang, she has been in exile for ten years, and she has been widowed and lonely for more than ten years. The only important thing in life is a son who she does not know how to face.

Xiao Xuanzhi took off his coat, hugged Mrs. Dongyang onto the carriage without saying a word, and looked back at Ran Yan before entering the carriage.

There was no emotion at that glance, but Ran Yan knew that there must be hatred.

Because at that time, Ran Yan’s downfall.

Mrs. Dongyang has been hit by an arrow, but Ran Yan has no intention of helping.

But Ran Yan looked back with a magnanimous gaze. If she did it ten times over, she would still not care about Mrs. Dongyang’s life or death.

Mrs. Dongyang did not show any affection for the calculation, and she just returned it as it was.

At this point, Ran Yan did not say anything to let Mrs. Dongyang’s body be placed in the mansion and let Xiao Xuanzhi leave.

Xiao Xuanzhi entered the car, put Mrs. Dongyang down gently, and bowed his head for a moment, only to see three words written in blood on the sleeves of his shirt – Golden Hydrangea.

He paused in his heart for a moment, then remembered that his mother raised many flowers in the yard, one of which was chrysanthemum called golden hydrangea.

What happened to the golden hydrangea?

Xiao Xuanzhi looked at Mrs. Dongyang’s pale and serene face, and knew that his mother did not explain it personally, but chose this secret way. His intention was definitely not to let him take care of the golden hydrangea on his behalf.

Why is that?

Eight hundred drum beats only sounded five or six hundred. When Xiao Xuanzhi’s carriage arrived at the square gate, it was not closed yet, and he just passed by the officials who hurried to hear the news.

There is no moon tonight, and the sky is getting darker and darker.

The people Liu Qingsong sent to look for Sang Chen have also returned, bringing back news that they did not want to hear—Sang Chen was not in the mansion, and Liu Qingsong explained that he had searched all the places he might have gone to, and they all said that from Si Shi ( After nine o’clock in the morning), Sang Chen was never seen.

“What should I do?” Liu Qingsong leaned on the door frame and looked at Ran Yan with his hands.

“I’ll go.” Ran Yan said.

Liu Qingsong frowned and said, “You say I’m not reliable all the time, how can you tell me how reliable your decision is? If Jiulang comes back and knows that I’ll let you take risks, you won’t be able to go if you have to rip me off a few layers.”

“The slave and maid go on behalf of the madam.” Ge Lan stood up and said, “The madam rarely shows her face, and King Wei has never seen the madam, and they may not be able to recognize it.”

“This is a good way.” Liu Qingsong said with a palm, “That’s it, get ready!”

“No.” Ran Yan didn’t think that Li Tai would be able to tell the truth from the fake, she pondered for a while, and said, “I have always wondered why Li Tai wanted to arrest Sang Chen to threaten me, and what was the purpose? Besides, this morning Sang Chen is fair and above. Going to see King Wei, he can’t get rid of Sang Chen’s disappearance, is he really the one he arrested?”

Ge Lan said, “Could it be that you want to borrow your wife to seek something from Lang Jun?”

If it is because of the treatment for Princess Jinyang, Li Tai should think of a way to make her have problems, so that the prince will also be implicated, such as blaming Dou Siniang’s death instead of thinking about getting rid of her.

On the contrary, Ge Lan’s statement is more likely.

“Madam, someone from the government has come, and it is said that someone attacked Xiao’s residence just because of the dispatch.” A servant’s voice suddenly broke the silence inside the house.

Ran Yan’s eyes lit up slightly, and immediately asked, “Who is coming?”

“Reporting Madam, it’s Dali Temple, He Temple is right.” The maid replied.

“He Si is going to the hall, please.” Ran Yan said with a sigh.

Ran Yan finally understood why Mrs. Dongyang had that smile when she was in Waiqumen, because she had long expected that she would die, and that she would give Ran Yan a chance to break the deadlock.

Liu Qingsong understood that she wanted to borrow He Sizheng’s hand, and couldn’t help but said, “Does it really matter if you give someone a hand?”

“This is the best way at the moment. There won’t be a lot of uproar until the matter is resolved. Once the matter is over, even if the trouble is over, I can still refuse to admit it. I just ask you, He Si is in friendship with my husband. How?” Ran Yan said.

Liu Qingsong nodded, as if he agreed with what Ran Yan said. After all, with their weak strength, there is no chance of winning, and the enemy is in the dark, it is difficult to say whether the person who tied Sang Chen is Li Tai or not, “It’s not bad, his official position is better than that of Li Tai. Kuro is low, and under normal circumstances there is no head-on conflict.”

After a pause, Liu Qingsong added, “And He Si is clearly supporting the Prince.” Ming.

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