MTL - The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor-v2 Chapter 9 Fan Wai Er Sang Chen (6)

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Dujiang was on the edge of the cliff, looking at the morning light, the pine forest below the sea, frowned.

Although she covered the things that she had with Sang Chen tonight, she couldn’t tell where she went to sleep that night. She used the human body of others to ruin the reputation of others, even though it was not She was soaked in a pig cage, but she felt that she was destined to be condemned.

Back to Dufu, it is necessary to marry someone else. It is impossible for Du's to leave her in the house for a generation. This is not only to be poked by the backbone, but also to violate the law of the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu can leave her to this day, and it is already a gift.

Escape? Datang’s household registration control is very strict, and it is impossible to go wherever you want to go.

If she doesn't want to go back and marry someone, she has only one out, or she jumped from the cliff, or turned over the mountain, went to the soundless, shaved her home, or else she found a deep forest and hidden in it. The rest of my life.

Jumping down is simply, but if Sangchen knows the truth, will he be sad? Will it be a generation?

If a person is engraved in the bones, everything will fall into the dust after death, but there will be only white bones... I will never let him be half-hearted. She left, this is just not wanting to let Sang Chen struggle and live in pain, if you choose to die, it is better to let Sang Chen mention the pro.

Where to go?

Du Jiang retired from the edge of the cliff and closed his eyes on a trunk that was held by two people.

I can't help but think of these days as dry days.

Before she married in her previous life, she was able to go out with her father from time to time. After she married, she had to observe the woman’s way. She couldn’t leave her door for two days. She could only use embroidery to pass the time, and a bunch of aunts at home had a lot of troubles. The grievances are unreasonable, the day is boring and boring, and it is worse than being a monk.

She is waiting for the husband. It’s not too long to say, it’s a life of one or twenty years, but for those who are waiting hard and don’t know if there is tomorrow, every moment is suffering. In just one year, it will be like ten years. Every day, she wakes up from her sleep, fearing that when the day is bright, there will be people from the court to pass on the death of the husband.

Unfortunately, after all, I have not escaped...

In contrast, with Sang Chen in the past four years seems to be much more happy, at least from time to time with him to play with me to chase you to escape the game. The choice of the future, as if it is still in her hands, this is the care of God!

The morning light was scattered all over the mountain, and Dujiang was swept away by sleepiness.

In the middle of it, it seems that I heard the sound of heavy rain.

"Mrs! Madame!" A woman anxiously called the sound in the rain.

Du Jiang opened his eyes slightly and saw a familiar face full of anxious, muttering: "Green float?"

"Frightened slaves, my wife fainted and launched a high fever. I lost a few nights in the county's hometown. I gave a few medicines." Green floats a pair of Danfeng eyes with tears, wipes with a swab Reaching out to help Dujiang away, "I originally wanted to bring you back to the county, but after you took the medicine, you will have a fever. The inside is the age of the weak crown. If the slave is afraid to pass it out, the lady’s reputation will be hindered. One way, avoid the wind and rain in this ruined temple."

"What year is it?" Du Jiang was supported by her and leaned against the stone platform.

Green floated a bit, said: "Song Shaoxing eleven years, August fourteen." Green floating micro-shocked: "Yes, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Du Jiang is a bit worried, "Let me be alone."

Green float looked at her worriedly, but still nodded.

After Du Jiang’s squatting for a long while, he returned to God and saw a shallow water standing next to him, moving his body slightly.

The water reflects a beautiful face, the smoke eyebrows into the shackles, the long and bright eyes, the eyebrows and the Juan, the tail is slightly upturned, as long as the Ming dynasty slightly circulates, it is an unparalleled romantic charm.

This is... her own face.

On the other side of the temple, more than a dozen servants were surrounded by another fire.

Suddenly there was a hoof in the rain outside, and more than a dozen servants immediately touched the sword around them, and God was ready to guard.

The hooves stopped in front of the temple, and the light was dark at the door. Six or seven men in armor rushed in. A burly man in a bronze arm walked in. He wore armor and wrapped it on his face. White, can't see the appearance.

The servants saw that the dress was a large Song army, and they relaxed a little. They all got up and walked to Dujiang to get away from it, and stopped Dujiang.

Several people did not occupy the empty fire, just sitting quietly on the side, the atmosphere is a bit awesome.

Du Jiang looked at the man like a statue across the gap, and his eyes swung over to the general of the bronze armor.

Mr. Sang...

The sound of Du Jiang is stuck in the throat.

"General, what do we do?" One of them suddenly said, "There are 12 sacred sacred sacred sacred generals returning to the dynasty, fearing that it is fierce."

This matter is not a secret.

The general’s eyes were cold and his brows were tight. For a long time, he said: “The rain stops again.”

"Sang with the distance." Du Jiang is sobbing from the sound.

The general stunned and turned to look at it. Looking over a dozen servants, I saw a beautiful woman, staring at him with tears.

When he saw Du Jiang from the woman, he said: "What does the lady know?"

The servants saw him recognize his identity, and they all showed their joy. For the management, he quickly said: "It’s a general. We are Sangfu. This is the old lady who gave you a new wife."

When is the lady who is jealous? Didn't even discuss with him? Sang Chen wanted to ask, but his eyes were opposite to Du Jiang, but he never said it.

He pulled down the white face on the face, revealing a handsome face.

Du Jiang left the servant's block and ran over, and couldn't help but reach out and hug him. He cried out. "Hey, slaves heard that Lang Jun died, and he came to smash his bones. He never thought of it." Live."

The happiness that suddenly came at this moment made her feel overwhelmed and whispered.

Suddenly hugged by a woman who had never seen her face, Sang Chen was a little embarrassed, but thought that this was his wife, and her heart could not help but warm up. She reached out and patted her back, revealing a trace of gentleness.

Everyone looked at it for a moment, only to think of it and avoid it, and quickly turned around.

The greater the heavy rain outside, the darkness of the sky, the sound of the rain and the cold armor held, let Du Jiang feel that this is a dream, but she hopes that time will always stop at this point.

In an instant, it is also a long time.

Du Jiang’s head from the crying fainted and gradually lost consciousness.

I don't know how long I have slept.

I heard a slightly indifferent female voice in my ear. "Sang with the distance, take out the kind of force when you block the arrow, it is so difficult to accept a person!"

The voice slowed down and said: "You can take a light heart on me and have a feeling for Du Niang. I am really happy for you. You stubbornly think that your feelings for me are lifelong, only hurt others, only have What are the benefits? I tell you, if that is the case, I will not feel guilty, I still look down on you!"

"Below..." Sang Chen voiced.

Yan Yan hated the teeth and saw the appearance of his frightened rabbit. She swelled in her head. "Touch your conscience and say, do you like her, don't marry her!"

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