The Golden Hairpin

The Zhijin Garden was quiet, the water and breeze came slowly, and the plantain and calamus were green.

Wei Baoheng's gaze slowly fell on Huang Zixian, and said: "Duke Yang, after you were ordered to investigate in the mansion, I don't know if you have discovered it. This beautiful and gorgeous princess mansion, which is unparalleled in the world, still hides many unknown and terrible things. Secret?"

Huang Zixian frowned slightly, flashing in his mind what he had seen and heard in the princess mansion for many days.

"I had been fighting but I was injured. I just wanted to make a big deal. Let the government intervene in the investigation, so that I can know why the cardamom died, and be able to tear off the person who is about to go to the top of the Daming Palace... But I didn't expect it. It will develop into this, and the princess... will also leave me."

Huang Zixia couldn't help asking: "Do you know the relationship between Di Cui and Cardamom?"

"I didn't know. After I heard that the princess was uncomfortable seeing her, I met her a few times when I went to calm the incident. Later I found out that she was Cardamom's niece. In fact, they only had a slightly different eyebrow. It's similar, but when I see her, it always reminds me of cardamom." Wei Baoheng lowered his eyes and said grimly, "I also know that she wants to kill Sun Lezi, so I followed her privately and wanted to help her if necessary... but no I thought I would be discovered by you. In fact, I also thought that if I could, I could help her kill Sun Leizi, just because she was Cardamom's niece, and because she was three-thirds like Cardamom..."

Huang Zixia sighed slightly in her heart, and stopped talking.

Wei Baoheng saluted Li Shubai blankly and said: "Now that the princess and cardamom are both dead, it seems that the truth doesn't matter anymore... King Ruokui and Duke Yang have questions, just check it in the mansion. Now, I have to guard the princess. , Otherwise, if the emperor knows that I have not tried my best, Longyan will be furious."

Li Shubai nodded, indicating that he could leave.

When he straightened up, he quietly said softly: "When the principal closed the garden gate, I...in the Xiaoxuan, accidentally kicked something under the pillar."

Both Huang Zixia and Li Shubai heard his voice, but he turned and left as if he was just talking to himself.

The secret of the princess mansion.

An unknown, terrible secret.

After Wei Baoheng left, Li Shubai and Huang Zixia walked slowly along the waterfront corridor of Zhijin Garden to the Xuanxuan in the middle.

In the shadow of the banana, the small window is green. In the small garden hurriedly closed by the princess, everything fell into a thin layer of dust.

Li Shubai looked at the green grass at Xuanwai Pond with his hand, Huang Zixian knelt on the ground, carefully inspecting every porch. After checking all the time, she found a small gray mass in the dark corner under the angle between the door and the pillar.

Under the dust cover, if she hadn't searched so carefully, almost no one would have noticed.

She reached for it and started with Microsoft, a ball of paper covered in dust. She unfolded slowly and saw a piece of paper with two unfinished poems written on it.

Life has been endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.

Before the last stroke of the word "like" has been written, the person writing has stopped. The rubbed plain white snow waves and the flying dust made this line of characters appear a little fuzzy and unreal.

Suddenly something flashed past Huang Zixian's eyes--that was the words that quickly appeared and disappeared quickly on the piece of paper ash that had been burnt to ashes with Zhou Ziqin's help.

Perhaps because of the illusory and vague feeling, the line of characters in front of her and the line of characters that had been burnt seemed to be almost identical to her.

"It's not Tongchang's handwriting." Li Shubai looked at the two lines and said affirmatively, "Every year on the emperor's birthday, when Tongchang prepares gifts for the emperor, he personally writes birthday messages. I have seen them."

Huang Zixia lightly lifted a corner of the paper, blowing away the dust on it.

The graceful handwriting, which is obviously from the hand of a woman, has a sense of arduousness that has not been written for a long time, which shows the slow and wandering mood of the writer at that time.

Li Shubai turned around and walked out: "Let's go, what else do you want to know, now you have to ask the man in the mansion."

As one of the princess's personal maids, Chuezhu has been kneeling in front of the princess's spirit since the accident. She fainted after crying several times, and continued to cry after waking up. When Huang Zixian passed, her eyes were so swollen that she couldn't shed tears, she just knelt dull.

Huang Zixia knelt down beside Chuizhu, and after burning incense to princess Tongchang, she looked at her wrist.

She was wearing linen clothes, her left wrist was exposed under her sleeves, and an uneven scald scar, from the wrist to the elbow, showed the seriousness of the injury at that time.

Huang Zixian asked in a low voice, "Girl Chuzhu, what's the matter with this scar on your hand?"

Chuizhu silently pulled over his sleeves, hiding his scars, bowing his head without saying a word.

Luo Pei, who was kneeling next to him, said with tears: "This is a few years ago, the princess was playing with fire because of curiosity, and was almost caught by the tongue of fire. Chuizhu was burned to save the princess at the time."

Although Luo Pei, Zhuiyu, Qingbi and others were also full of tears, they were still much more energetic than the red and swollen Chuizhu. Several maids beside him echoed: "Yes, Chuizhu is really loyal to the princess, and even the emperor has praised it."

Huang Zixia asked in a casual tone: "Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered. The day before yesterday, there was a man named Qian who claimed that his daughter had a birthmark on his wrist. He was in the princess's mansion. Can you see it?"

Chuizhu silently shook his head, and everyone said: "I have also heard about it, but there is a birthmark on my wrist, it seems that I haven't seen it in the mansion."

Qingbi curled his lips and said, "It must be here again. Who in the capital doesn't want to get in touch with our princess mansion and bring some trouble? Having family members doing things here is enough for them to go out and show off for a while."

"Qingbi." Chuizhu whispered. Qingbi closed her mouth angrily, and said, "I didn't say anything, oh right...Of course the Kui Palace is also good."

It seems that Chuizhu seems to be the first among the maids around the princess, no wonder the princess also said that she is the only one around her who is the most powerful.

Chuizhu remained silent, covering her arms with her sleeves, still kneeling there quietly, her head buried so deeply, she made it clear that she did not want to speak.

But Huang Zixia still asked: "Girl Chuzhu, I want to ask, what's your relationship between Su Ri and Wei Ximin?"

Chuizhu whispered: "We are very familiar with the princess serving together, but if we say that there is no further relationship, after all, the maid will have too much contact with the eunuch, and it will be... gossip."

When she said this, Huang Zixia remembered something again, and asked: "I heard that the princess has made you betrothed to someone else. Will you be out of the cabinet soon?"

Chuizhu nodded silently, but shook his head again: "It was originally planned for the second half of the year. Although the other party is not a big clan, but he also works in Hongyu Temple. It is a family of officials. Without a princess, I would not be able to marry such a good one. People’s. It’s just now...it seems hopeless."

Huang Zixia also knew that the other party was originally looking at the power of the princess, so he was willing to marry a maid. After all, the seventh-rank officer in front of the prime minister and the maid next to Princess Tongchang, as long as the slave is eliminated and the old master’s side is used, that’s not bad. A skirt belt. But now that the princess is dead, how can a maid expect the other party to keep her promise and come to marry her? Where is Chuizhu now? I am afraid that she herself doesn't even know.

Huang Zixia comforted her and said: "I think the official family will keep its promise after all, and definitely won't break the contract because of this."

"Thank you for your kind words." She said, but she was still frowning.

Qingbi sighed beside him: "If it weren't for her father-in-law to help us speak, I'm afraid we would have all gone with the princess now. It is God's kindness to survive. As for the others, who knows if there is that blessing..."

After all, Qingbi was young and ignorant. After saying a word, Huang Zixian saw that Chuzhu and Suiyu's complexion became more and more dim, presumably adding a lot of weight to the boulder that was pressing on her heart.

Luo Pei looked at the green smoke rising from the incense burner, and said blankly: "But...but what can we do? After the princess had that dream, she kept saying that Concubine Pan Shu was coming to take away her nine-luan-pin, and the nine-luan-pin. …Just like that, it disappeared in the tightly guarded warehouse. Don’t you say it’s not a weird thing? It was the princess who locked it in by herself, and it was a few of us who put the box in the box and took it out with our own hands. Flew away... Finally, he appeared in Pingkangfang and stabbed the princess to death?"

Qingbi was sad and scared, and cried, "Luo Pei, don't say it... don't say it..."

Their voices were drowned in the sound of chanting and crying around, like nine luan chai disappearing silently in a heavy lock.

Huang Zixia could only sigh silently in her heart, then salute them and say goodbye, stood up and walked out.

When the princess died, there was a chaos in the princess's house.

In contrast, the people brought by the horse's family are relatively calm. After all, they are people who have a place to go back.

Therefore, when Huang Zixia arrived in the dining room, the cook lady Changpu was still sitting there, making plans for tomorrow's meal, but her face was covered with sorrow.

"Duke Yang," she saw Huang Zixia coming, and she laughed at the pamphlet in her hands and said, "Anyway, so many people in the house always have to eat, right?"

Huang Zixia motioned her to continue, then sat down opposite her and said, "I just want to ask you a few words."

"Father-in-law, please." She cracked her abacus, bent her head to compare the items in the booklet, and pressed her lips tightly.

"Qian Guansuo has been imprisoned by Dali Temple, does my aunt know?"

Changpu's hand stopped for a while, and then whispered, "Yes, I know. Last night, he came to me to inquire about his daughter, but he was discovered by the people of Dali Temple. I saw him being taken away. ."

"I heard that he keeps claiming that his daughter is in the princess mansion, and even took out a golden toad, but he couldn't find his daughter's trace in the mansion." Huang Zixia stared at her, and the most subtle expression on Changpu's face could not escape. Her gaze, "I remember my aunt told me that Boss Qian's daughter is Chueizhu."

Changpu was very calm. He didn't even move his eyebrows. He still made his calculations unhurriedly: "Yes, I was taken aback when I knew it last night. It turns out that Chuzhu is not him. My daughter, on his daughter’s wrist, it’s not a scar but a birthmark. I’ve always got it wrong.”

Huang Zixia looked at her, frowned slightly and asked, "So you made a mistake?"

"Yeah, at first it was because Boss Qian said that there was a mark on his daughter's wrist. I found a mark on Chuezhu's hand. I thought it was her, so I mentioned it. As for whether Chuezhu would meet him later , But I don’t know anymore—you know, I stayed here all day in the dining room and things were so busy, there was no time to talk about it. Later, Boss Qian took Lingxiang to thank me, I was still thinking in my heart, sure enough It's a weeping pearl." When Changpu said this, he finally sighed, put his hand on the abacus, and said dazedly, "But when he was caught by the Dali Temple for questioning, he said that his daughter's hand was a pink-blue color. The birthmark, but I checked the entire Princess Mansion and I didn’t find it. I asked Chui Zhu quietly. Chui Zhu swears that he is definitely not himself. Several maids around the princess also said that Chui Zhu never went to see Boss Qian in private... You said Isn’t this strange? Did Boss Qian find his daughter? Who was the person he secretly saw? Is it really like what Dali Temple said, he was looking for his daughter under the pretense, but actually colluding with Wei Ximin and stealing the princess’s property?"

Huang Zixia carefully observed her expression and asked, "So, my aunt has no idea about this matter, and has nothing to do with it, right?"

"Of course! Otherwise...Does Daddy Yang doubt me?" Changpu pressed his chest and looked at her in amazement, a little anxious, "Daddy Yang! I have never been to the place where the princess lives! What Jiluan? I’ve never seen Chai and Jin Chan! Even the princess, although I belong to the palace, but after all, I’m from the dining room, it’s rare for me to see the princess..."

"Yes, I believe. I believe that my aunt has nothing to do with this case. I absolutely believe in your innocence." Huang Zixia stared at her, her eyes burning as if she could penetrate her heart. "However, what I don't believe is you Say you don’t know who Qian Guansuo’s daughter is."

"I don't know! I really don't know!" Changpu called out in a panic.

Huang Zixian said nothing, but watched her reaction playfully.

Changpu finally couldn't stand it in front of her look like this. She fell on a low stool, held her forehead with her hand, and muttered: "I can't say...I really can't say..."

The expression on her face was not only horrified, but also so determined and determined, as if even if she died, even if she was crushed, she would swallow this secret in her belly.

Huang Zixia knew that she might not be able to pry her mouth open, so she sighed and said, "It doesn't matter, I already know who that daughter is."

Changpu saw her stand up and walked out the door without hesitation. She couldn't help it anymore, stood up and staggered to the door, leaning on the door frame and asked: "You...do you know who it is?"

"What do you mean?" Huang Zixia turned her head and smiled at Changpu, the summer sun cast blazing light and shadow all over her, making her face look slightly tranced.

And her voice is calm and firm, with unquestionable power—

"Who else can be in this princess mansion?"