Chapter 95 Mr. Nancheng is just a collector
The Great Jin Dynasty did not exist in any dynasty that Cui Qingyi could remember, so works like Xiyuan Ji Lu naturally could not appear.
Therefore, Cui Qingyi had no psychological burden when writing, and looking at the history of the Jin Dynasty, there was a blank in the forensic medicine works.
If there is a book that can cover the contents of injury examination, autopsy, injury identification, bone examination, etc., Cui Qingyi thinks it may have a profound impact on the development of the criminal law of the Jin Dynasty, but Cui Qingyi dare not guarantee it.
After all, she was not an official of the Jin Dynasty, and what she wrote in her own voice was just a story. It is unknown whether people would agree with all the opinions on the cases that appeared in this book.
Even a thousand-mile horse needs a good rider. Cui Qingyi is not sure whether this earliest forensic medicine work can make a splash in the Jin Dynasty.
Thinking of these, Cui Qingyi's heart could not calm down for a long time. She suddenly felt guilty that she might bury this work. Looking at the ink on the paper, Cui Qingyi suddenly felt that she could not write.
The girl has been in a bad mood these days, and Konjac was the first to notice it.
This was the first time she saw the girl in such a depressed mood since they came to Dongping County, but she couldn't figure out the reason for her depression.
It is obvious that their lives are on track and everything is much better than before. What is there for the girl to worry about?
Konjac thought for a moment, then placed the two puppies in a basket and brought them in. "Come and see, my girl! The two puppies have grown fat again. Shouldn't we give them some names? We can't just keep calling them puppies."
Cui Qingyi's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice. She shook her head, pulling her wandering thoughts back to reality. The puppy's childish cry brought her heart back to the present, interrupting the melancholy that had arisen from writing.
Cui Qingyi reached out and picked up a puppy, looking into its gray-blue eyes. "Why not call them Little Gray and Little Blue? They're simple, easy to remember, and smooth to pronounce."
Konjac......
Konjac took the puppies back from Cui Qingyi, carefully put them in a basket and carried them away. She didn't recognize any of them as Little Gray or Little Blue.
The two little ones who were still breastfeeding had no idea that if it weren't for Aunt Konjac's insistence, they would have almost been given names like Little Gray and Little Blue that were indistinguishable from other dogs.
Human emotions are really inexplicable. The more the book goes on, the more uncomfortable Cui Qingyi feels. Even Aunt Qin noticed that something was wrong with her.
The girls' school is about to start. Aunt Qin's personality is that since she has accepted this task, she must do her best. These days, she has been studying the classroom lesson plan written by Konjac carefully. While writing the lesson plan, she began to simulate in her mind how she would teach the children.
At first, she thought that she had studied with the lady for so many years, so teaching a few girls to read should be a piece of cake. However, the more she looked through Konjac's lesson plans, the more Aunt Qin felt that her previous ideas were a bit shallow.
She treated this job as a pastime when she was bored, but the Cui sisters seemed different. The girls' school seemed to be their job to make a living, but when you look closely, it is not.
But she couldn't tell what it was yet, she needed to wait and see.
On a sunny afternoon, Cui Qingyi sat under the eaves drinking tea and daydreaming. Her fair and rosy skin was so clear that even the tiny hairs on her face were clearly visible in the sunlight. Anyone who saw her would know that she was a girl full of vitality.
But now, there was a hint of sadness in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Aunt Qin came over with her lesson plan, and Cui Qingyi smiled and poured her a cup of tea.
"You live such a carefree life, what else could be worthy of your sadness?"
Aunt Qin used to live in a large mansion for a long time. The women she had met were either maids or concubines who were never free, or aristocratic women like Madam Zhou who were born with an extremely prominent status but were also burdened by their status and lived a life of frustration.
It was not until she met Cui Qingyi that she realized there was another way for women in this world to live: with money, leisure, simplicity and peace.
The young lady of the Cui family is of good appearance, and judging from her behavior, she is a person with great ambitions. What is even more rare is that she does not covet power or fame, and lives a free and easy life in this small world.
What could a girl like this possibly be upset about?
Cui Qingyi has a good impression of Aunt Qin. Perhaps it is a habit developed under the strict rules of a large family, but Aunt Qin is a person with a very good sense of propriety.
She participated in the life of the Cui family, but rarely questioned Cui Qingyi and Konjac's lifestyle, and never stepped into Cui Qingyi's bedroom or study.
Zhou Yanxiu often sent people to deliver things, and Aunt Qin never told them about Cui Qingyi and the other one.
Cui Qingyi was also willing to chat with Aunt Qin for a few more words. "I'm writing a book. This book contains a lot of wisdom from the past. I'm just afraid that it will be buried in my hands. If that happens, I will be committing a great sin."
Aunt Qin was a little surprised after hearing this. Living in the same courtyard, even if she didn't enter Cui Qingyi's study, she knew that Cui Qingyi was busy writing something. She didn't expect that she was writing a book.
The woman wrote a book. Aunt Qin did not think that Cui Qingyi was talking in her sleep in broad daylight. Instead, she felt that Cui Qingyi was different from others.
But she couldn't offer any advice on this matter. "If you do your best in everything in this world, then there won't be any regrets. Just do your best."
Many famous works throughout history were only discovered later. You are still a long way to go at such a young age."
Aunt Qin's words didn't actually comfort Cui Qingyi much, but she wasn't the type to get stuck in a rut. Some things couldn't be solved for the time being, and perhaps if she took it one step at a time, the problem would naturally be solved.
Cui Qingyi quickly handed the first part of Xiyuan Ji Lu to Qi Moxuan.
Looking at the four big words "Xiyuan Ji Lu" on the cover, Qi Moxuan was very excited. He had a premonition that this would be another wonderful work.
He couldn't wait to flip through it, but was stunned when he saw a few lines of small words on the title page, "Student Nancheng compiled and included Xiyuan Jilu, paying tribute to Mr. Song Ci."
Qi Moxuan looked up in surprise, puzzled, "This Mr. Song Ci is actually a real person and a true story?"
Cui Qingyi remained unmoved. "Of course it's a true story. No matter how talented I am, I can't just invent so many details about the coroner's autopsy. It's just that Mr. Song Ci has passed away. He was a man of great talent. I just hope his talent doesn't go unnoticed."
There was one thing Cui Qingyi didn't say. If someone from the Jin Dynasty had the foresight to discover this book, then Mr. Song Ci's name would have shined and been respected in this dynasty.
Cui Qingyi's statement is untenable, but her purpose in doing so is just to hope that even in the Jin Dynasty, a dynasty forgotten by the tide of history, people will know this forensic medicine work, know Mr. Song Ci, and understand that Nancheng is just a collector.
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