The Golden Hairpin

The day before they left the capital, it happened to be Zhou Ziqin's father's burning tail feast. His chef’s craftsmanship is good, and the guests are happy and happy.

It was noon after dinner. When Zhou Ziqin sent them out, he said regretfully: "It's a pity, there is not a perfect ancient building."

King Zhao also nodded and said, "Yes, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat such delicious Gulouzi in the future."

E Wang Li Run went down the steps with them, and when he walked to his carriage, he suddenly remembered something, and turned to Li Shubai: "Four brothers."

Li Shubai looked back at him.

He hesitated for a moment before he whispered: "Although the case is over, I don't know the picture my mother and concubine drew... Can the fourth brother and Duke Yang have a conclusion?"

"Although this painting has something to do with this case, it is only used to confuse the eyes and ears to add the color of the'scourge'." Li Shubai muttered, "I have thought about this painting a lot recently. I think about the painting of Toffee, It must have been after the death of the Emperor Xian. She thought of the emperor Xian's writing during the occasional sober interval. Because of her deep memory, she imitated her own memory. She secretly drew a picture."

"But what we don't understand now is, what did the first emperor paint the painting for? What is the meaning of the expression?" Huang Zixia thoughtfully.

Li Run was full of grief. He had been facing the Buddha for many years. He was originally a figure with clear facial features and misty eyes. At this time, he was even more in a daze, and he didn't know where he was going. After a long time, he said in a low voice: "While the first emperor was dead, occasionally sober, but did not arrange any major affairs of the government, is it not strange that he painted such a picture? After the death of the first emperor, the mother and concubine suffered too much grief. She was unconscious, but in the end, when she was only awake, she imitated the father’s writings to me... I think, this painting must be very important, and what is contained in it may be that... The secret of Li's royal family's direction."

Because when his mother gave this painting to him, she told him that the world of Tang Dynasty was about to die! The country has changed hands!

At that time, she also said to him, Run'er, remember, don’t get too close to King Kui...

Li Run looked at Kui Wang Li Shubai in front of him. Among the most outstanding figures among the Tang royal family today, he is the mainstay of the imperial court and the only force that can support the Li family. However, why doesn't his mother allow himself to approach him?

Was she already delirious, or did she have seen the terrible truth before revealing secret secrets to him?

The mother and concubine went crazy overnight after the death of the first emperor. Is it really too much grief, or... there are other terrible inside stories that cannot be predicted?

He didn't dare to think anymore, he was stunned for a while, and was about to say goodbye to Li Shubai. Zhou Ziqin, who had finished sending off the guests afterwards, ran over in three steps and two steps: "The prince, Chonggu, just talked about Gulouzi, I remembered One thing! Do you know? Second Brother Zhang has resigned from the Department of Defense of the Capital."

Huang Zixian asked in surprise: "Why?"

"Here, you'll know when you go to the West Market with me."

They were dragged by Zhou Ziqin to the West Market. Lu Ji Xiangzhu Shop was still open, but the people sitting inside became Zhang Xingying and his elder brother and sister-in-law.

Zhang Xingying saw them and stood up quickly and saluted Li Shubai first.

Li Shubai nodded, motioned to him to exempt him, then glanced at the situation in the incense candle shop, and asked, "Are you going to take over this shop?"

Zhang Xingying nodded, shook his head again, and said, "It was yesterday that the landlord came to the door. I only knew about it. It turned out that Lu...Lou Zhang's store was originally rented. At the beginning of the month, he used all his savings to save this store. The plate is down."

Huang Zixia looked up at the pair of dragons and phoenixes dancing on the counter, and finally couldn't help but said, "Second Brother Zhang, this pair of anthuriums, Lao Zhang Lu said before, they are not for sale."

"Well, I think, when I get married with Adi in the future...we can use it ourselves." Zhang Xingying said softly.

Huang Zixia nodded, feeling full of emotion in her heart.

Li Shubai frowned slightly and said, "I am afraid that this shop will also be checked for all the crimes of copying and cutting."

"No, this shop, Mr. Lu, he... After he bought it, he immediately sold it to me." He said, showing them some papers in a panic, "Look, this is the title deed, the title deed. Shop front... At that time, Ah Di was just released from Dali Temple, and he arrived at my house on his hind foot. I thought that the ten money in exchange for that painting was a gift from Di Cui, so I pressed my handprint on the receipt issued by him. As a result... "

This Lu Zhiyuan had already arranged everything, this can be regarded as an expression of his acknowledgment of Zhang Xingying.

Huang Zixia couldn't help but sighed and asked: "Then you want to run a shop here?"

Zhang Xingying shook his head and said, "No, this is what Ah Di's father left for her. I have discussed with my family. The name of the shop has not changed, and it will be put under the name of Ah Di and myself. The income is three-thirds, and one part will be given to brother and sister-in-law. , They promised to help me guard the shop; give one to Adi, save it first, and another one, I take it out to find Adi, as a cost on the road... so that even if I can't find her, if one day, A When Di comes back, she will also find her own home and wait for me to come back with my brother and sister..."

Huang Zixian couldn't help but his eyes were red, and asked, "Where is your father? Does he agree?"

"When he was sick before, I was busy outside every day, and it was Di Di taking care of him day and night, and then I gradually got better. This time he also told me that if Di Di can't be found, don't come back."

Zhou Ziqin's voice choked: "Second Brother Zhang, I believe Ah Di will definitely come back!"

"It's best not to come back in recent years, and wait until the time is right." Li Shubai looked at the Zhang family's brother-in-law who was cleaning up the shop, then looked at the ingenious flower candle, and said, "However, there is no need for the official side to do anything about this shop. Worry, I'll deal with it."

Zhang Xingying bowed gratefully. Huang Zixian didn't expect that Li Shubai would take the initiative to help Zhang Xingying, and she stared at him in amazement, unable to speak.

Li Shubai turned his gaze to her, on the face that was always calm and waveless, the corners of his lips rose at this moment, and a slight smile appeared.

Like the dawn of dawn, a touch of gentle color that makes one's heart beating.

When the three of them came back, passing by Jianfu Temple, they went inside to burn incense and pray for blessings.

"May this journey to Shu land a safe and successful journey. May the murderer defy the law as soon as possible, and may my parents and family rest in peace underground."

Huang Zixia folded her hands and prayed softly in front of the Buddha.

The cigarette curled up and floated above her face, like a mist of peony, misty and separated.

Zhou Ziqin turned his head to see her, couldn't help but stay for a while, quietly stepped back, nudged to Li Shubai's side, and asked softly: "Master, have you noticed..."

Li Shubai looked at Huang Zixia from a distance and asked, "What?"

"As an eunuch, Yang Chonggu looks better than a woman... What would he look like now if he hadn't been castrated?"

Li Shubai was stunned for a moment, and turned his eyes away casually, and said, "Maybe it will be taller, darker, shoulders wider, and features tougher."

Zhou Ziqin quickly integrated Yang Chonggu's skeleton and skin according to what he said, and said regretfully, "Forget it, it's much better now."

When they came out, there was a group of monks pulling the two giant candles with ropes in front of the Daxiong Hall, laying down the erected candles again.

Zhou Ziqin ran up and asked, "Is it afraid of being deformed by the sun and rain, so I have to take it to the warehouse?"

The monks were sweating profusely, paying attention to retracting the ropes, and said in a huff: "Who is free to receive the treasury? I heard that the craftsman who made this candle killed people like hemp, and Princess Chang was killed by him. How can I ask for this kind of thing?"

As they said, they lifted the two giant candles that had fallen together, and lifted them into the empty freeing pool after the water was drained.

A large pile of firewood has already been set up there. The pair of huge candles were thrown on the pyre, the fire ignited, and the body of the candle quickly melted. The firewood, soaked in wax oil, burned squeaky, and the flames rose to a height of one foot.

The monks gathered around the release pool bowed their heads and recited the scriptures silently to purify the evil spirits.

In the summer afternoon, the breath is hot, and the oncoming flame craze rolls in, almost drying out the people standing next to it.

Zhou Ziqin took two steps quickly, and shouted to Huang Zixia, who was standing there, "Chonggu, step back a little, and be careful!"

Huang Zixia didn't seem to hear her. She stood motionless by the fire, watching the candle wick that appeared after the wax block had melted. On the linen cloth tightly wrapped around the reeds, there is a line of small characters written in gold paint—

May my daughter Lv Dicui, her life be prosperous, safe and joyous.

The letter man Lu Zhiyuan Jingfeng.

She stood in front of the raging fire, looking at the line written by Lu Zhiyuan secretly in the candle. This is supposed to be enshrined in front of the Buddha, and it will never be known until the candle is burned out.

But at this moment, the golden handwriting curled and peeled off in the high temperature, and all the secrets were swallowed up by the fire, leaving only the gray and black flakes, lightly curled up by the flame airflow, scattered in mid-air, leaving no traces. .

Buddhism chants all around, sounded in Sanskrit.

The twilight of Chang'an City gently enveloped millions of people.

The dusk of Datang has arrived.

[The third hairpin: Furong old]