The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor - Chapter 12
[Chapter 12 Chengni Inkstone]
After a while, the door of the Meng Pavilion was opened. Sang Chen was wearing a clean cloth robe. Although it was a little old, it was very clean and refreshing. A pair of clear eyes, like a blue sky washed with water, was clear and pure. Looking towards the evening green.
Wan Lu was dazed by his expression, she didn’t know what to say, blushed for a while, and looked at Ran Yan as if asking for help.
During the period of quiet waiting, Ran Yan was calm enough and fully prepared in her heart.
She didn’t intend to waste time, so she asked bluntly, “Where did you get this Fang Yantai?”
Sang Chen’s eyes shifted to the inkstone, and he smiled shyly, “This is what I did here. Zhou Lang is a student of the next, and the lady saved him. I should thank him, but there is nothing in the lower body… I laughed.”
“What did you do?” Ran Yan was in a complicated mood, but it wasn’t too much of a loss. There was an expert from outside the world who gave advice and the like, and she probably only appeared on TV, so she didn’t have much hope.
When she passed through, she was first hit by the inkstone, and then her cervical vertebra was twisted. It is easy to hit the back of the head with the inkstone, but if you want to find a person in this world that can accurately hold the first cervical vertebra of a person, twist it quickly and accurately. , I am afraid it is not easy.
Besides, if it is really broken, who can guarantee that she will be able to wear it back?
Ran Yan had thought about these things thoroughly for a long time, but when there was a faint chance, she couldn’t help but want to seize it.
Sang Chen saw Ran Yan staring at the inkstone in a daze, and said a little nervously, “If the lady doesn’t like this inkstone, there are still many in the next family…”
“Yan is very good, thank you, don’t bother.” Ran Yan bowed slightly and turned to leave.
Sang Chen’s expression became more and more confused. From the beginning to the end, he never understood this matter.
In fact, Sang Chen was not the only one who didn’t understand the situation.
Wan Lu caught up with Ran Yan, and was about to ask about the inkstone, but she noticed that after Mi Li’s soap yarn, a slightly lost face loomed, so she swallowed the words that came to her mouth, and just took the inkstone. asked, “Is the lady still going to the city?”
Ran Yan looked at the sky, and it should have not arrived yet, “Go. Let’s go.”
The two returned to Zhuangzi’s door hand in hand, Wan Lu saw that the carriage was ready, and sighed that the half-a-dollar amount of money was not worth it, otherwise, if it were normal, how could the servants in the yard be so talkative.
However, Ran Yan didn’t care about those trivial matters. Looking at the inkstone, she still couldn’t feel at ease.
When the two of them were about to cross the arch bridge, Ran Yan suddenly stepped on one foot in the air, and fell to the edge of the water. Wan Lu was startled, and ignoring the inkstone in her hand, she quickly reached out and grabbed Ran Yan.
Before the two of them could stand still, they only heard the sound of “banging”. The rose-purple clear mud inkstone just landed on the steps. Looking at the scattered fragments, Ran Yantong shrank slightly, like this The pictures are so similar, as if he can clearly feel the pain of the fractured neck bone, Ran Yan’s face hidden in the power can’t help but turn white.
“Ma’am…” After the two stood still, they said in a languid manner.
Ran Yan sighed and said lightly, “Pick up the pieces and throw them into the river. If you stay here, you might hurt someone.”
Wan Lu responded and squatted down to pick up the pieces, only to pick up a few pieces, and found that Ran Yan also squatted down to help, looking at the quiet face looming in the black soap yarn in the morning light, Wan Lu couldn’t help sighing in her heart, she was seriously ill. After the scene, the lady is really different.
“Ma’am, get up quickly, the servant will pick it up!” Wan Lu came back to her senses and said quickly.
“It’s okay, pick it up quickly, we still have to enter the city!” Ran Yan smiled lightly.
The two quickly cleaned up the debris. When they returned to the gate of the mansion, the driver was already waiting a little anxiously. Seeing the figures of the two, he couldn’t help urging, “Seventeen mothers, hurry up, there is only this carriage on the Zhuangzi, say no. You can use it for whatever you want!”
Wan Lu was wronged on Ran Yan’s behalf, and a daughter of a dignified daughter was called out by a coachman.
Although there is no malicious intent in the driver’s words, this is the treatment that the daughter of the first daughter should not be subjected to.
But Ran Yan didn’t feel anything wrong, so Wan Lu helped her onto the carriage.
The arrangement in the carriage is quite satisfactory, with only one seat and a few, dark blue curtains, clean and without a trace of peculiar smell.
Ran Yan had never seen the manager of this Zhuangzi, but from the layout of the carriage, he could vaguely guess his temperament, calm, rigid, and meticulous in his work.
The carriage slowly moved, and Ran Yan was calm by nature, but she couldn’t help being a little excited.
The grand occasion of the reign of Zhenguan has long been heard, and if I have the honor to see it with my own eyes, it will definitely not be in vain to regain a new life.
Wan Lu also felt Ran Yan’s joy, and jumped up for joy, stretched out her hand and lifted the curtain and said, “Ma’am, our Zhuangzi is less than five miles away from Suzhou City, but the scenery along the way is excellent!”
Ran Yan took off the lily and looked out the window. It was the Peony Garden that passed by that day. The peony in the morning light was already showing signs of decline.
It’s early summer, and it’s time for peonies to wither.
The carriage was driving on the street, and the bumps were abnormal, so Ran Yan had no intention of enjoying the scenery.
It took about two seconds for the car to gradually stabilize.
The road of four or five miles, even if it is a walk, does not take long. Once the car enters the official road, you can see the city wall soon.
As the speed of the carriage slowed down, the hustle and bustle outside became louder and louder. Ran Yan opened the curtain to see the crowds at the gate of the city, and observed their clothes, hats, and demeanor with great interest.
The clothing in the south has a strong legacy from the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Most of them are wide-sleeved robes. Their gestures are like flowing water, and they are gentle and free and easy. The hair is long and the hair is long. Some men wear narrow-sleeved shirts with round necks. He was wearing soft boots, and he also wore a bun on his head.
The round-neck narrow-sleeved shirt was influenced by Hu Fu and improved. It is the prototype of the Tang suit, which is praised by later generations, and it is also the most fashionable style nowadays.
The styles of women’s clothing are even more varied, such as cross-collar skirts, chest-length skirts, straight skirts… but they are all covered under the soap gauze, looming, and the reality is not as good as Ran Yan imagined. Most The women are all dressed in commoner clothes, and the colors are darker, rather than the fragrance of silk and satin powder.
Just like Ran Yan’s clothes, if she stood in the crowd, she could be regarded as a noble person.
The driver was very familiar with the roads in the city and knew that Ran Yan wanted to go to Dongshi, so he took a shortcut.
In the Tang Dynasty, the square market system was implemented. The layout of the city was like a chessboard, with regular squares and criss-crossing roads.
Fang is a residential area for people, while the city is an independent commercial area separated from the square, surrounded by city walls, open during the day and curfew at night.
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Therefore, after entering the city, when passing through the workshop, it is very quiet everywhere, with black tiles and white walls, bluestone alleys, small bridges and flowing water. Even though Suzhou City was built after Chang’an, it must have a different style from Chang’an.
After walking for a while, Ran Yan vaguely heard some hustle and bustle voices, guessing that the East Market was about to arrive.
Xiang Wanlu said happily, “My lady, it’s time for Dongshi!”
Entering the East City has to pass through a city gate, and there are soldiers guarding, but there is no need to check like entering the city, so it is much faster than when you just entered the city.
After the carriage entered the East Market, it stopped by the side of the road, and the driver lifted the curtain and said, “Seventeen mother, we’ve arrived at the place. Manager Zhou is afraid that he doesn’t know when to use the carriage. I have to rush back. When you go back, Just pay four cents to hire a car in the city.”
After Wan Lu helped Ran Yan get out of the car, she couldn’t help glancing around.
Ran Yan didn’t have any loose money to reward the driver, she only said, “It’s okay, please help, and I will definitely thank you when I go back.”
The driver was a man of about forty or fifty years old. Hearing what Ran Yan said, he sighed and said, “You are the wife of the Ran family. It is your duty to send the master away, so there is no need for that.”
The coachman jumped into the car and drove the carriage out of the east gate. When he got to the gate, he looked back again.
Even though they were far apart, Ran Yan could also see that there was something in his eyes called pity.
Ran Yan smiled lightly, the current situation is not the worst, there is no need for anyone to pity, she has never been submissive.
Being in the lively East City, coupled with the excited evening green, Ran Yan was in a good mood.
The two were carrying each other, and when they were about to stroll forward, the crowd not far in front suddenly gathered and pointed, it was very lively, and there were many men in particular.
Some people can’t help themselves, they just want to stretch their necks by three feet.
[End of this Chapter]
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