The Golden Hairpin

Huang Zixia felt very depressed.

On the way back from Yizhuang, she looked at Zhou Ziqin's overwhelmingly happy and restrained face that seemed a little distorted, and felt that she was really suffocated.

A thought in her heart was to kick Zhou Ziqin off the horse with a kick, causing his secretly smug face to swell.

When Gongsun Yuan was sent away and there were only two people standing inside the yamen, Huang Zixia finally couldn't help but gave Zhou Ziqin a sideways glance: "What did you take?"

Zhou Ziqin was proud again, and looked at her admiringly: "Chonggu, you are so good-for-nothing! How do you know that I took something?"

"Nonsense, just look at your face." She reached out her hand to him.

Zhou Ziqin quickly took out a lock of hair from her sleeve and placed it in her palm. He looked at her doglegally and smiled: "Oh, I really think something is wrong. Although it looks like arsenic poisoning, you don't think of a dead body. Is the black color of the finger weird?"

Huang Zixia looked at the lock of hair, breathed a sigh of relief, and threw it back to him: "I thought you had cut a piece of meat or something quietly."

Zhou Ziqin was shocked: "Chonggu, how can you be so cruel? How could a pure and kind-hearted young man like me could do such a thing? Besides, the meat is so cold that it's really hard to cut!"

If it's easy to cut, did you just attack Fu Xinruan's body? Huang Zixian was speechless, so she could only change the subject and asked, "Can the hair be detected?"

"Reluctantly... it's luck." He said, and put the lock of hair into his arms again.

Huang Zixia remembered one more thing and asked: "You said before that you found that Fusha?"

"Yes, her leg injury is not serious, but she was hungry enough for two or three days in the bushes of thorns." Zhou Ziqin hurriedly took her to the stable to see the sand.

Although she was already easy, Na Fusha happily leaned forward when she saw her figure, turned her head and rubbed her body, with an incomparable affection.

Huang Zixia was holding its head, and she was very happy too. But seeing that it was really skinny, he couldn't help but sighed, and hurried to the side to get it a few liters of beans, and add them to the fodder.

Zhou Ziqin's "Xiao Xia" also sneaked in and took a few bites. Zhou Ziqin held its nose and pushed it away, and said, "Fortunately, that Fusha has a good temper. If it is to cleanse the evil, you can see if it will kick you directly with one hoof."

"If you want to get rid of the evil, I don't dare to lock it with other horses." Huang Zixia said, and finally smiled, so he said, "Go and check Fu Xinruan's hair. I hope there is something. discover."

"Oh, I'll go right away." Zhou Ziqin said, holding his hair and ran to the back.

Huang Zixia took a picture at the entrance of his courtyard, and saw Abi and Ayan sitting calmly in the courtyard turning the flower ropes. The two bronze figures were standing under the porch. On the windowsill were a row of skulls of cows, sheep and pigs. It seemed that Zhou Ziqin After arriving at Shu County, the changes intensified.

With Li Shubai in her mind, she left the county guard house and headed for the inn.

Chengdu is located in a low-lying area and surrounded by mountains. There is not much time to see the sun during the year. In summer now, the climate is slightly hot and humid. Huang Zixian has long been used to it, and only feels that the direction of the wind flows is the arc that she is very familiar with.

She was so familiar with the streets and alleys of Chengdu House, she went to the alleyway in front of the inn. Going back to her room and changing her clothes, she hurried to the next room to listen to the voice, to see if Li Shubai was asleep. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door, Li Shubai said inside: "Come in."

Huang Zixian pushed the door in and saw Li Shubai was sitting by the window drinking tea. Seeing her coming in, he motioned to the chair in front of her.

Huang Zixian hesitated and sat down, filled his cup with tea, and asked, "Master, who is the corpse we went to see?"

Li Shubai's gaze was still on the thousands of households in Chengdu Mansion outside the window, and he only said lightly: "Fu Xinruan of Yunshao's six daughters."

Huang Zixia really admires his ability to know things like a god: "How did the prince guess it?"

"Fu Xinruan recently died in Chengdu. The cause of death is suspicious. Doesn't Zi Qinhui know? He obviously hasn't figured it out yet and needs to ask you to help him."

She nodded and said: "This matter is quite suspicious. There is a strange black mark on Fu Xinruan's right finger. Ziqin is going to start with it, and check if there is a problem with the poison first."

He also stopped talking, just looked out the window, thoughtfully.

Huang Zixia accompanied him to watch the scenery outside.

The slanting light of the setting sun sprinkled through the clouds and mist in the city, a golden haze. The hollyhock and the hibiscus in the city, even the warm and humid atmosphere seemed bright.

"Chengdu Mansion, really a good place, isn't it?"

While she was thinking, she suddenly heard Li Shubai say this. She nodded subconsciously, and Li Shubai stood up and said, "Let's go, take me to take a look at this place."

Huang Zixia was a little surprised, and asked, "Wang Ye still take a break?"

He shook his head and said, "I want to see where you used to go."

She gave a "Huh", thought about it, and asked: "Look at me... where I used to go?"

Li Shubai nodded and said, "Perhaps... would it be helpful to your family's case?"

Although Huang Zixia felt this was an excuse, she was too embarrassed to ask any more, so she followed him out to the busiest place in Chengdu Mansion.

The sky is already in twilight, and the slanting rays of the setting sun are shining on the streets of Chengdu. On the streets and alleys paved with bluestone, some shops were closed, and some lights were lit at the entrance of some shops. The lights were shining on the direction she was heading, bright and dark, with twists and turns.

According to the laws of this dynasty, Chengdu Mansion should have a curfew. However, since the Anshi Rebellion, the government has been abolished, and even the curfew in the capital is not very strict. There are often people returning at night near the east and west cities of Chang'an. The Chengdu government is far away from the capital, and the so-called curfew is in name only.

They went all the way. There were embroidery workshops and brocade workshops along the way, and the hanging brocade embroidery shined more brilliantly under the light. Both the Shu embroidery and the Shu brocade were crowned in the Tang Dynasty, and they were highly praised by the people of the time. Her gaze fell on the sachets embroidered with five-color auspicious patterns, remembering that she had thought about embroidering such a beautiful thing and hung it on the waist of that person, but in the end, she had no time and no craftsmanship, and she kept it all the time. In the cabinet in the house——

Up to now, the unfinished sachet has probably been cleaned out and discarded by later generations.

Shudi Night Street has the most snacks and food.

Huang Zixian bought roasted goose wings and goose palms with the money he found from the prisoners. After thinking about it, he handed the goose wings to Li Shubai and said, "Master, you are flying above the blue clouds, so the wings are for you; and I'm down to earth in Shu, Give me the goose paw."

Li Shubai looked down at her face looking up at her. In the bustling crowd, the lights on the night street were shining brightly, shining in her eyes.

The stars in the high sky, the jewel on the blue sea, in his gloomy life, only once in his bleak life.

He slowly reached out and took her goose wing wrapped in oil paper, and then went to the stall to pull another piece of oil paper, divided the pair of goose wings to her, and took another goose wing in her hand. for myself.

Huang Zixian was holding the goose wing and goose paw that he had split again. When he was still hesitating to understand, he heard Li Shubai's soft voice in her ear. It seemed to come from a very far away place. In her heart, Wei Wei The reverberation seems to have caused countless ripples.

"The sky and the earth are too far away."

She stood there, and suddenly felt a dark surge in her chest. She didn't understand why she was suddenly at a loss and didn't know what to do.

After a long time, she saw that Li Shubai had already moved forward, and then she came back to her senses. She quickly walked a few steps, followed him, and silently ate the roast goose in her hand. This is the most famous roast goose in Chengdu. It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The heat is just right and the aroma is good. It was one of her favorites in Chengdu.

Huang Zixia took a bite, and worried that Li Shubai would not like these market snacks, quietly raised his eyes to look at him, only to find that he was standing in the crowd, looking back at her. Half a head taller than others, it is very easy to find in the crowd.

She rubbed against him in the crowd, raised her head and asked him, "Is it delicious?"

He nodded.

Looking at his brilliant face under the lights, she felt a little nervous, so she thought about it and joked again: "We are being hunted down. Isn't anyone poisoning this thing?"

"No." Li Shubai said lightly, "The other party may not already know our identity, and they can use it without hesitation even the Princess Qile, so as to strike a hit, how could it be so risky with uncertainty? Way?"

"Well, for example, setting a fire in our residence is much more convenient than poisoning us on the street." Huang Zixia said.

Li Shubai nodded: "Yes, so from the first moment our identity is leaked, we must carefully choose where to stay."

Huang Zixian was convinced and said: "So next, the people we will meet, or the people we meet before our next attack, are very important."

Li Shubai glanced at her, nodded, but said nothing.

They are in the crowd, like ordinary people, walking through the streets downstream and upstream. No one noticed them, and naturally no one noticed, their shoulders sometimes touched by the flow of people, and sometimes their hair touched by the wind.

At the end of the street is a stationery store. There are white linen paper and jute paper in the cabinet, as well as paper of various colors and sprinkled golden paper. Yizhou hemp paper is the paper appointed by the imperial court, and Li Shubai is also accustomed to it in daily life, but the ones sold by the people are not as good as the above ones. He only looked at it and put it down.

Huang Zixia rubbed a piece of jute paper in her hand, and then she remembered the first emperor's pen. It was also painted on jute paper in Shu County. It is still impossible to guess the meaning of the three groups of graffiti, and it is impossible to see why.

Li Shubai must have thought of this too, turned his head and glanced at her, and then whispered: "Father's paintings are usually made of white linen paper. Jute paper...usually used for writing."

Huang Zixian stared at him in astonishment.

He stared at her, the shop was narrow, and the two were too close together. His low voice sounded slightly in her ears, so that she could almost feel his breathing, and sprayed gently on her ears, like a halo of ink. Scattered: "So, at the time, he wanted to write, but didn't want to paint—not to mention that kind of incomprehensible thing."