The Golden Hairpin

He also boasted that he was good at digging tombs. He didn’t expect to be discovered by Yu Xuan all at once. But what he thought Yu Xuan would not find out was that all the people who dig the tomb were standing in front of him. It was the king of Chao Kui, and the other was the head-catcher he came to ask for help.

Of course, Yu Xuan didn’t know that Zhou Shao’s head-catcher with a complicated expression in front of him was the prisoner. He only said slowly: “I think everyone in Chengdu knows that Huang Jun is clean and upright, and the tombs are mostly pen and ink books. Will the tomb thief take aim at such a tomb?"

Zhou Zi Qin Zhengyi nodded awe-inspiringly: "Yes! Brother Yu said that! I think there must be something strange in this matter!"

Huang Zixian lowered his head and said nothing, just staring at the bamboo branch next to him in a daze.

Li Shubai pulled down the bamboo branch and carefully observed the veins on it, as if there were golden jade mantras on it.

Zhou Ziqin glanced at the two of them. Seeing that the expressions were both gloomy and gloomy, dripping water, and did not speak out to help him, he had to ask Yu Xuan: "Then you mean...Why did those people rob Huang Junshou's tomb?"

Yu Xuan shook his head and said: "I don't know, but there is always a reason - for example, I want to use this to disadvantage the new county guard; or Zhou Butou should also know that after Huang Junshou's daughter Huang Zixia fled, it has been There is no news. Maybe someone wants to use this to lead Huang Zixian out to his disadvantage?"

When mentioning Huang Zixian, Zhou Ziqin was shocked: "No? Have such intentions?"

"I don't know... It's just that I hope Zhou Catou can help me pay attention to whether there is such a bad guy. Or..." His eyes turned to Huang Zixia, his voice raised slightly, "Let Huang Zixia know, maybe behind There is a force she still can't see, ready to deal with her."

"Oh... we will pay attention. The yamen will pay more attention to properly protect Huang Junshou's grave." Zhou Ziqin said, winking at Huang Zixia and Li Shubai secretly, meaning "Look, this man thinks so much, but Unexpectedly we did it, hahaha!"

But Huang Zixia ignored his little expression. She stood in the bamboo forest, thinking for a moment in the Xiao Xiao wind, then looked up at Yu Xuan, her eyes calm and clear: "Thank you for your kind advice, and thank you for Huang Zixia's safety. But this matter...I think there may not be any forces involved behind it, so there is no need to worry too much."

He looked at her puzzled.

She turned her gaze away and said, "We did it."

Yu Xuan was immediately stunned, and he even couldn't stabilize his footing, and took a step back in disbelief. He squeezed out a few difficult words from his throat, almost impossible to say: "You...you go to dig the graves of Huang Junshou and others?"

Huang Zixian nodded and said, "Yes. We also found it. Huang Zixian is not the conclusive evidence that the murderer was a murderer."

Yu Xuan stared at her, muttered and asked again: "You go to dig with your own hands... the grave of the relatives of the Huang family?"

"Actually, Chonggu fell ill that day and didn't go. I was to reverse the case for a new post-mortem, so I went with... so I went alone." Zhou Ziqin covered up Li Shubai and said triumphantly, "My hands and feet are very clean, right? After the tomb was opened and the autopsy was completed, I rebuilt it all again. If you don't go to the tomb every day, I can guarantee that after two or three days, or if it only takes a rain, no one will find any clues."

He brags himself, but Yu Xuan ignored him at all. He just strode forward, raised his hand to hold Huang Zixia’s shoulder, and stared at her closely and asked: "What is the result of the re-examination? You mean Huang Zixia is not. What is the conclusive evidence of the murderer? Who is the real murderer? How did the murderer? Why do you want to plant the blame? What is the method of setting the blame?"

Huang Zixia saw that his always clear and clear eyes were instantly bloodshot, and he almost lost his reason, so he sighed and said, "You calm down, I haven't found the real culprit yet."

"But you...have proven your innocence?" he asked again.

Huang Zixia stared at him silently, slowly pulling his hand off his shoulder, but did not speak.

Li Shubai turned his head to look at Zhou Ziqin and asked, "Ziqin, I didn't pay attention just now. How many flowers were painted on the hydrangea in the Wenyang room?"

Zhou Ziqin suddenly became sweaty on his face: "Ah? Does this have anything to do with this case...?"

"It's okay, but the king wants to count." He said, turned and left.

Zhou Ziqin waved to Huang Zixia with a bitter face, and quickly followed him.

Seeing Li Shubai's departure, Huang Zixian retracted his gaze with peace of mind, nodded to Yu Xuan and said, "Yes, the cause of my family's death is not arsenic."

"Isn't it arsenic? Could it be that..." Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't avoid shock. He could only stand there blankly, the muscles on his face twitching slightly, horror, regret, joy and fear intertwined into a complex torrent. , Making him almost unsteady.

Yu Xuan leaned on the bamboo until he unconsciously stepped back two steps in a row and pressed his back against a bunch of bamboo. His eyes were vacant and sad. He stared at Huang Zixian and asked with a trembling voice, "I...am I wrong?"

Huang Zixian stared at him and said calmly, "Yes. Although I bought arsenic, although you said that you saw me holding that bag of arsenic with a weird look on my face, none of this has anything to do with the death of my relatives—— Because they did not die under the arsenic."

"I... wronged you." He repeated blankly, his body trembling.

"Yes. And you don't believe me. You took the love letter I wrote to you as a crime, and personally charged me with a crime that is difficult to clean." Huang Zixia did not avoid his gaze, she looked directly at him with a low voice. And calm, "Fortunately, we have discovered the incontrovertible truth, and one day we can clear our grievances."

Yu Xuan opened his eyes wide and stared at her blankly.

He saw her standing in front of him, with clear pupils and full of summer vitality. The sun's rays on her body only made her look brighter and scorched, almost stinging his eyes.

Because of the pain in his eyes, he lifted the back of his hand to cover her in front of him, as well as the thin haziness in front of him, so as not to be seen by her and lose control and regret.

He remembered his resentment at that time, and hated her for destroying his home in an instant. After many years of wandering, he finally found a corner of shelter and warmth, but he was personally destroyed by his loved ones. He was lingering in his mind, day and night, she was holding the bag of arsenic, and her cold and weird expression at that time...the love turned into a thick black blood, and it overwhelmed him, letting He is not sane. After he recovered, he was already in Jiedu Mansion, and the love letter had already been presented to Fan Yingxi's desk.

He leaned on the bamboo behind him, only feeling that his body was full of sweat. Destiny split two phantoms in the world before his eyes, making him tremble, and his chest was like a blunt knife cutting meat, and the pain was too much to extricate himself.

A phantom was when he saw Huang Zixian walking barefoot in the mud in the early summer when he was sixteen. The sun was faintly red, and the whole world was stained like blood. It was their first meeting, and it was so ominously beautiful.

And the other one, when he was fourteen, opened his eyes and saw sunlight coming in from outside the dilapidated window mullions. The surroundings were terribly quiet and silent. He got up from the bed, stumbled and walked out, and then saw his mother's figure reflected by the faint sunlight on the mottled mud wall, hanging from the beam, seemingly still swaying gently.

Life is often like this. Whoever meets and whoever leaves forever seems to be the same color, so it is not clear whether this fate is joy or sorrow, the bright red in front of me, whether it is blood or light.

Huang Zixian's voice sounded in a trance in his ears: "I have investigated all the people in the mansion at the time, and no suspects have been found. Therefore, the first investigation is the murder case of Fu's house in Songhuali."

Yu Xuan breathed hard, his chest rising and falling sharply, forcing himself to calm down. His voice trembled slightly, but after all he was barely able to make a sound: "You said, you have proven that you are not a murderer, because...that's not the poison of arsenic?"

"It's a poisonous poison. The situation at the time of the attack is very similar to that of arsenic, so even the most famous old work of Chengdu Prefecture has repeatedly checked errors." Huang Zixian nodded.

He looked at her for a long time, and then asked: "So where did the poison come from? How did you put it in? If it is poison, you have to be quiet on the road. Wouldn't it be easier than arsenic?"

Huang Zixian retorted: "I have no way to get poisonous poison! This poison is only circulated in the court, and is rarely found among the people. Moreover, it must be someone else who deliberately uses poisonous poison that looks the same after death to create the illusion of arsenic poison. I want to plant the blame on me."

"So... how do you explain that letter?" His voice trembled with a hint of hesitation, letting her know that he still couldn't completely believe in himself.

Huang Zixian was stunned, remembering the letter she had written to Yu Xuan when she was in Longzhou, and said: "That letter...It's just that I diverged at will, you are just too worried."

"Really..." He said, but after all, his expression looked at her relaxed, "Perhaps, I was persistent in identifying you as the murderer, maybe I was wrong... If you need anything, you can come and find it. I, I also want to work with you to clarify the death of the foster father and mother."

"Well, there is also the case of martyrdom in Songhuali. There are some things in this case. I really need your help. After all, there is a deceased in this case who is also someone you know." Huang Zixia took a breath and said softly, " The Fu’s house case in Songhuali this time may have something to do with my parents. Because...the poison used is the same."

"Is the poison really so rare?" he asked.

She nodded and said, "Yes."

Yu Xuan held his temples and waited for the darkening moment before his eyes to pass, and then said: "Wen Yang doesn't interact with me much, but I met occasionally in the same poem meeting before."

Huang Zixia asked: "Do you know about his relationship with Fu Xinruan?"

Yu Xuan was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, and asked, "I heard...he was committing suicide with a Kauki?"

Huang Zixia nodded and asked, "How is he usually?"

He lowered his eyes, avoided her gaze, and said in a low voice: "Wen Yang is usually silent in front of people, but privately... the reputation is not good."

"What's the style?" Huang Zixia asked again.

Yu Xuan wanted to say something but stopped, but saw that she hadn't given up, so he said: "He is acting privately and misbehaving, so I respect him."

Huang Zixian understands that it was about Wenyang going in and out of the land of flowers and willows and was discovered. Naturally, with Yuxuan's personality, he would not interact with him.

"So, do other people know what Wen Yang did?"

Yu Xuan shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be too many. Otherwise, most of the people in our poetry club are clean and self-conscious. How can we get along with this kind of people?"

Huang Zixian nodded, remembering something, and asked, "Nowadays, do you often go to Master Mu Shan at Guangdu Temple?"

Yu Xuan nodded and said: "The world is impermanent, and all the lines are changeable. I have often read Buddhist scriptures these days. I feel that the world is vast and the body is like mustard seeds. It's a relief."

"But after all, it's only for a while, isn't it? Only by finding out the truth and paying homage to your loved ones can you have permanent peace."

Yu Xuan stared at her stubborn face and said softly: "Yes, A Xian, I am not as clear as you are after all."

"I'm not insightful, nor thorough. I'm not interested in being born." Huang Zi Xia shook her head. "In this world, whether it is suffering or joy, I never want to escape. If you come, come, good or bad, I will definitely Face it head-on, and never give up until the day the truth comes to light."

Yu Xuan nodded silently, and the two stood in the bamboo forest, listening to the gurgling water around them, and they were speechless for a while.

On the other side of the alley, Li Shubai and Zhou Ziqin have turned back.

Li Shubai looked at Huang Zixia calmly and said, "Let's go."

Zhou Ziqin asked Huang Zixia happily: "Do you know how many petals there are on that painting?"

Without looking back, Huang Zixian said flatly: "Many pieces."

"Hey, with your attitude, you are destined to not become a detective like Huang Zixia! Huang Zixia knows every inch and every trace of the crime scene. How can you be like you? Your attitude is not correct..."

Yu Xuan bowed to them and left with his things.

Li Shubai and Huang Zixia both chose not to hear, and went straight ahead.

Zhou Ziqin pouted helplessly and murmured: "Chonggu, you are careful, it's better than Huang Zixian, don't admit it yet!"