The Golden Hairpin

Huang Zixian didn't know why, but he nodded, walked to the person, and relayed Li Shubai's words to him intact.

He leaned against the tree in a daze and looked in Li Shubai's direction. Seeing that there was no movement from him, he sighed, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I am weak now. I wonder if I can make a whistle. "

Huang Zixia, the culprit who made him weak, squatted in front of him without any shame, pointed his dagger at his chest, and untied his bound hands.

He looked at her with a wry smile, then put his hand to his lips and murmured.

Rao was physically weak, these few clear howls still rang Linyue, faintly spreading for several miles. Huang Zixia tied his hands again, turned his head and looked around, and saw a dark horse galloping like an arrow in the dense forest among the pine waves.

"Purge evil!" Huang Zixia stood up, excited, couldn't help holding his head - after tossing down all night, suddenly felt that having a horse by his side was also a kind of support.

Di E was dismissive of her, ignored the hand she stretched over, and abruptly wiped it by her side, and only ran straight to Li Shubai.

Huang Zixian turned around silently and slapped it on the butt, but saw it lifted its hind legs and made a gesture to kick him, and quickly jumped back and escaped. Still depressed, but heard someone laugh in a low voice.

She looked back and found that the captive was actually smiling. Although there was only such a sound, she suddenly felt a little familiar.

She frowned and looked at him. But that rigid flat face really couldn't find the traces in his memory. She wondered in her heart, if Zhou Ziqin was there, would he be able to see the true face of this person according to his theory of bone-viewing?

But after another thought, Zhou Ziqin couldn't even tell that she was a woman posing as an eunuch, so how could he place any hope?

When I looked back and saw Di E bowed his head and rubbed Li Shubai lightly, he swept away the ferocious aura, and then thought about my own sand, and thought of the wailing of her being injured and sunk in the bushes, and I couldn't help but feel sad. From it, he couldn't help but walked up to the prisoner first, and after plugging his mouth, he kicked him hard.

Inexplicably, he turned his face away after glaring at her.

After taking the antidote one more time, Li Shubai's body was recovering and he could barely stand up, but the high fever in his body did not go away. In such a wilderness, Huang Zixian could only wet the cloth towel and put on his forehead, but there was no other way.

She tied the captive tighter and went to find some food and herbs nearby. When she waited out of the dense forest, she stood in the sun and looked at the nearby mountains and forests.

The mountains are vast and the trees are vast. The flying birds crossed the sky, and the clouds flowed up and down like waves.

She looked at the mountain and observed the nearby mountains again, got excited, turned around immediately, returned to Li Shubai's side, and whispered: "Let's go."

Li Shubai opened his eyes to look at her, slightly surprised.

"This neighborhood is close to Chengdu Mansion. It's the place I've been to. I know there is a place nearby that is better than sleeping here." She said, patted the head to cleanse the evil.

Di E glared at her, but still knelt down.

She supported Li Shubai on his horse, looked at him barely supporting, and was a little worried. After thinking about it, she sat on it, wrapped her hands around his waist, and grabbed the reins.

Li Shubai's body stiffened slightly, feeling the gentle force of her hands around her waist, but then he sat up straight and turned to look at the prisoner behind.

The captive Ji sat on the ground, tightly tied to a tree by Huang Zixia, but he had a leisurely and contented air. Only when she saw Huang Zixia sitting behind Li Shubai and protecting his body, the eyes that had been looking at her flashed unconsciously.

Huang Zixian followed Li Shubai's gaze, glanced back at the captive, then held the dagger in his hand and motioned to Li Shubai.

Li Shubai shook his head slowly and said, "Let him go."

Huang Zixian gave him a stunned look, but didn't expect that King Kui, who is known for his indifference, would be so merciful to this person. But seeing him with a firm expression, she had no choice but to dismount and break the rope from the prisoner, leaving only the rope that tied his hands, then returned the dagger to its sheath and mounted the horse to leave.

The captive stood up reluctantly, leaning against the tree. Huang Zixia also really admired him. In such a mountain and forest for a day and night, not only did he not get into the water, but he was also seriously injured.

And his gaze has been fixed on her, for a moment, Huang Zixia took a few steps and couldn't help but look back at him again.

He stared at her, those eyes were as bright as stars, making her deeply engraved in her heart when she turned her head back.

These eyes, as if they had been seen somewhere, were extremely familiar.

She turned her head blankly, folded her arms, hugged Li Shubai from behind, controlled the reins, and whispered, "I'm stalking the horse, and leave the direction and road to you."

Li Shubai let out an "um".

The dense forest walked slowly, and the two were silent all the way, the only voices were the sound of hoofs and the rustling of grass blades.

But the horse's bumps caused Huang Zixia, who was sitting at the back, to worry that Li Shubai, who was weak all over, would fall, so she had been subconsciously embracing him harder, and was shocked that this shouldn't be the case, so she should relax a little bit quickly.

Along the way, her hands were loose and tight, tight and loose. Like the wind flowing around them, it slowed and rushed, rushed and slowed.

Li Shubai looked ahead silently all the way until her hand tightened again, and his hand unconsciously covered the back of her hand, whispering to her: "Huang Zi Xia..."

"Huh?" Huang Zixia responded, but he was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

Seeing his silence, Huang Zi Xia felt his palms are slightly hot, covering the back of her hands, making her feel an unconscious burst of strange tension.

He whispered: "It looks like a temple in front of you, stop for a while."

She let out an "Ah", hurried to look at it, and then said in surprise: "Yes, it's here! It seems that my memory is correct!"

He turned his head slightly, staring at her cheerful expression, and said, "I don't know if there is anyone in such a dilapidated temple."

"It shouldn't be, because there was a murder in this temple last year." Huang Zixian jumped off his horse and walked forward, pulling the evil spirits away, identifying a sparse grass path on the ground. "There was a monk who presided over two monks in the temple. After the monk died, in such a small ruined temple, in order to fight for the presidency, one monk killed the other and quietly buried it in the garden behind."

Li Shubai said casually: "Someone came to such a ruined temple and found a murder?"

"It's their bad luck." Huang Zixian led the evil around the small stream and big rocks, and said, "I... and Yu Xuan went to the mountains to play at the time, but ended up taking the wrong path and being trapped in the mountains. Here comes. And when I was worshiping Buddha, I found a drop of dim blood on the treasure tower, and the shape was splashed up."

Li Shubai nodded and said: "In any case, even if the people in the temple eat chicken, duck and meat, it is impossible to kill them in the hall."

"Yes, according to the trace of the blood splash, I deduced that the man should be kneeling on the futon in front of the Buddha and knocking the wooden fish, and the murderer should have come quietly from behind his body and stabbed his back with a knife. Splashed with blood. From the height and angle of view, only the place where you hit the wooden fish is most likely."

"So, it can also be inferred from this that the deceased should be a monk?"

"Yes, but if you can kill a monk unscrupulously in a temple and you are not afraid of being spotted, and you can clean up the murder scene so cleanly, maybe it is the monk that remains today." Huang Zixia has led the horse to yellow. In front of the earth wall, he raised his hand and pushed open the door full of cobwebs, "So I deliberately talked to the monk at that time. He said that after the death of the host a few days ago, the senior brother also wandered away. I pointed to the futon in front of the wooden fish in the hall. , Asked him, then who is the monk who is kneeling there and knocking on the wooden fish now, why is he looking at you with his eyes wide open?"

When she said this, she couldn't help pursing her lips: "Guess what? He collapsed to the ground in fright and couldn't say a word!"

"So, after the monk was arrested, the temple has been empty?"

"Yes, it seems that even the believers who occasionally come to offer incense are not here anymore. After all, there has been a **** incident in this temple, how can it be considered a Buddhist holy place?"

The temple is very small, with only one door, one front hall and one back hall. The walls have collapsed in several places, the grass in the yard is half a person high, and the rotten doors and windows give off a musty smell. Fortunately, there was still a low bed in the wing next to the hall. She hurriedly helped Li Shubai to sit down, and then took the cloth strip she tore off yesterday to wash the mountain spring at the back of the house, wiped the low bed, helped Li Shubai lie down and gave it to him. He took the antidote again, replaced the Jinchuang medicine, and put a damp cloth on his forehead.

Li Shubai was lying on the bed. The high fever made him a little confused. The scorching heat invaded his consciousness. He sat up as best as he could, leaning against the window and watching her every move.

She separated the half-person tall pampas in the courtyard and walked towards the front hall. The basil and Imperata in the yard bloomed with snow-white fluffy flowers, which swayed as she walked, floating around her like clouds. She first bowed to the Bodhisattva in the temple, and then took the remaining two or three on the case. The scented candle was pulled down, and the dust was slapped off and stuffed into his sleeve.

Li Shubai unconsciously lay on the window lattice and smiled slightly.

Huang Zixia turned his head, and saw Li Shubai's smile across the window through the fluttering fluff, and the smile ran into her eyes, an unexpected accident.

She blushed without realizing it, and slowly rubbed against his window, and said awkwardly: "I think we might need it at night."

Li Shubai put his chin on his elbow, with a shallow arc at the corner of his lips, staring at her and asked, "Then why do you even worship the Bodhisattva first?"

Huang Zixian looked at him in surprise: "When you go to someone else's house to stay overnight and still need to take things, don't you tell him first?"