The Golden Hairpin

"What about the hydrangea painting now?" Zhou Ziqin asked.

"I don't know about this... I don't know when the hydrangea was replaced by a pine tree-wait a minute." Qi Fu said, walking to the door and shouting outside: "Agui, Agui!"

A young man in his fifteenth birthday came over and said, "Uncle Fu, what's the matter?"

"Didn't you help the master take care of the study? Where's the picture of hydrangea in it?"

The young man tilted his head to look at the pine tree painting, inexplicably: "Where do I know? Maybe the master thinks the pine tree is better, so I changed it."

"Go!" Qi Fu waved him away, then turned his head and smiled at them: "It seems that the master changed it by himself. We are the servants, so don't we have to follow him?"

It seems that Qi Teng has nowhere to manage his family. Once he died, now the house is in chaos, and there is no way to explore it.

Huang Zixian had to signal Qi Fu to withdraw, and he and Zhou Ziqin searched for clues in the room. Zhou Ziqin went to look through the bookshelves and drawers for the first time. Huang Zixian walked around the house, saw something in the waste basket, and took it out.

It is a dark blue purse. The color of this purse is steady and the style is old, and the Baizilian embroidered on it is also sturdy, without aura, it looks like a clumsy embroiderer.

Huang Zixian picked up her purse and placed it in front of her eyes carefully. Zhou Ziqin took a look and said, "It's probably an old purse, the color is dim, so it was discarded by Qi Teng."

Huang Zixian shook his head and said, "Although the color of this purse is steady, the lotus pattern on it is only used by women, meaning a lot of children. Do you think judge Qi would use such a fancy?"

Zhou Ziqin scratched his hair embarrassedly: "But how come the girls use this old-fashioned color?"

"Girls don't need it, but older women will definitely use it, won't they?"

Zhou Ziqin's mouth opened into a round shape: "So... is it his mother's relic?"

Huang Zixia was a little helpless: "Mother's relics are thrown in the wastebasket? And judge Qi came from a big family, his mother used this kind of work pocket? Is this necessary as a relic?"

Zhou Ziqin blinked and asked, "So..."

"Have you forgotten what Tang Sheng, Tang Zhuniang's nephew, said? At that time, Tang Zhuniang took out her purse a little bit, but put it back in, saying that she should take it back and play a pair of silver hairpins—and she After death we checked her belongings, but we didn't find the purse, did we?"

Zhou Ziqin suddenly realized: "When the murderer pushed her down the cliff, he took her purse away!"

"It is very likely that it is this purse." Huang Zixia said with the empty purse.

"But, judge Qi is so rich, why would he go to grab that servant woman's money?" Zhou Ziqin thought for a while, and then said, "Then...maybe it's also possible that someone else was robbing the mountain road after seeing the money, and then this purse was stolen. Judge Qi just picked it up?"

"If you robbery, your baggage will definitely be turned into a mess. How can the clothes inside be neatly folded? The other party obviously came straight to this purse. After subduing her, he wrapped the purse in her. Take it away and push her directly off the cliff."

Zhou Ziqin suddenly understood: "Her nephew!"

Huang Zixian is weak: "If her nephew was really so cruel, then she would grab the purse back when she saw her in Shuangxi Alley, and she would need to drive out so far later to kill her aunt and grab the money?"

Zhou Ziqin asked again: "Why did judge Qi want to **** Tang Zhuniang's purse? Why did he throw it away after snatching it?"

"Of course it is because the purse is not important, but the things inside are very important-maybe it will reveal your identity."

Huang Zixia said, put away his purse and handed it to him.

Zhou Ziqin packed her purse, and when he looked up and saw outside, he hurriedly pulled her and said, "Look at it, look at it."

Huang Zixia saw Qi Fu's group hiding things secretly again, and said casually, "Forget it, let's find what we need first."

"But what do we need?" Zhou Ziqin said, and followed her aimlessly.

Huang Zixian pulled out a slightly dark yellow piece of paper among the thick pile of papers and put it in front of him, saying, "For example, this."

Zhou Ziqin took a look, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Will Zhong hand write?"

"Furthermore, it is a letter from December 9th of the first year of Jiaping. It is signed by Shang Shulang Zhonghui." Huang Zixia put it on the table and said lightly, "This should be the one that Wen Yang asked Yu Xuan to study. Seal the handwriting."

"It's weird... Why is this thing here? Isn't this Wen Yang's?" Zhou Ziqin picked it up and looked at it, then stretched his head to look at the other letter paper in her hand, "What are these?"

Huang Zixia spread the letters in front of him: "Sprinkled gold paper, Xue Tao's paper, and peach blossom seal, what do you think?"

Zhou Ziqin leaned forward to take a closer look, only to smell a scent of powdery powder. He hesitated to ask: "These are not... the so-called love letters?"

"It's a love letter, and it's all a letter from a Fengyue woman." Huang Zixian said, took one and looked at it, and it said: Hearing a magpie on the pillow, lazy to look at the flowers. Actually the good omen is coming, but I don't see Acacia.

——Changchun Yuan Juanjuan handwritten in winter.

Zhou Ziqin was immediately moved and said, "Although the poem may not be good, it is rare that the sentiment in this poem is touching..."

"This kind of poem is to find someone in their yard who is fluent in writing and writing, and then write one for each girl. When the girls meet a benefactor who likes elegance, they write it and give it to him, but it is only for the reputation of a talented girl. "Huang Zixian said, and took out a few more pieces of paper and looked at them. As expected, they were almost all of these routines. Si Lang Yu Lang and Lang Pan Lang and so on. The subsequent signatures were also "Lan Lan made in the midnight dream time" and "Yuan Yuan". "Test writing under the red candle" and "Xiaoyu make up a harmonious rhyme", one by one is more sincere and tender and moving.

Zhou Ziqin was sighed, and was a little bit grateful, and said in fear: "Fortunately, Ziyan didn't marry such a person, otherwise, wouldn't it be about to die of anger."

Huang Zixia is also a little curious about his sister: "Her prospective husband-in-law passed away, must he be very sad now?"

"No, I'm actively looking for the next candidate." Zhou Ziqin said, suddenly stopped in his hand, and pulled out a Xuelang note from the pile of paper, "Hey...this one is a bit strange."

Huang Zixia took it over and found that the elegant blue Fang Shengwen was printed on Xuelang's paper. Compared with other lingering letterheads, it was not as interesting as washing powder.

She read the words above, and found that it was different from the others--

It was once a peach resentment, and it was a broken sleeve. The crown is full of Jinghua, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Zhou Ziqin covered his face, disgusted: "This pieced together, the writing is too bad...Why don't you find someone who writes better to catch a knife."

Huang Zixia pointed to the inscription below and said: "Don't read the poem, look here."

Zhou Ziqin took a closer look, and it seemed that there was no difference: "Yueyouyuan Songfeng deeply admires Zijin."

"Yeyouyuan... Songfeng?" Zhou Ziqin seemed to chew something different.

"Well, do you remember what Fan Yuanlong said last time, he went to the Night Tour Yard to find a young man? So, I think this should be a...southern wind place in Chengdu Fuzhong."

Zhou Ziqin's mouth opened into a round shape, and his face glowed with excitement: "So, we can go to the weathered places in the name of official business? Or... or Nanfeng? Oh, my parents are strict. I've never been to such a place before, and I feel nervous after thinking about it. What should I do?"

Huang Zixia didn't see any tension on his face, only excitement and anticipation. She thought for a while, put down her letter and walked out, and said, "I have to go back first."

Zhou Ziqin hurriedly followed up: "Why are you going back?"

She bowed her head slightly, and said, "Go and report to King Kui first."

Zhou Ziqin nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, if an **** goes to Fengyue place, if he doesn't make it clear to his boss in advance, how can he be reimbursed for public funds in the future?"

Thinking about it again, he chased him up again: "Oh, hey, Chonggu, it's not right! Anyway, it's the yamen who pays the money, so why do you have to make it clear to King Kui?"

When I arrived at Li Shubai, the scene was very embarrassing.

An old steward in Jiedu's mansion was walking out with a few beauties. When he saw Huang Zixian and the others coming, he greeted him with a smile on his face: "Oh, Daddy Yang, are you back?"

Huang Zixia looked at the group of beauties behind him, and immediately knew what was going on, she just nodded and said nothing.

"Fan Jiedu is worried that the prince will be lonely from afar, and no one will make a piano to add fragrance, so he bought a few excellent family members and sent them, but the prince seems to look down upon..."

Huang Zixian said: "The prince has a long history of cleanliness, and he doesn't like being close to others. This is also true in the palace. Guan Shi doesn't need to choose a maid anymore."

Liu Guanshi suddenly realized: "So that's it. Then I'll find a few more handsome teenagers in a few days."

"Hey, that's not what I meant..." Huang Zi Xia had time to stop him in the future. Guan Shi, who thought he had learned the secret, had already taken the team of women away excitedly.

Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin looked at each other, both of them showed toothaches.

Li Shubai also showed a helpless expression when they came back: "Just let them, anyway, it is not easy to put people around me."

Zhang Xingying solemnly said: "Although I am only one person, I will defend the king's safety to the death!"

Li Shubai glanced at him and said flatly: "Jedu from the nearby towns has also come, and I will meet them today. There are a few of them who I commanded in Xuzhou back then, and I will choose a few who know the roots and know the truth. People who come here, you don’t have to do it alone, it’s too exhausting."

"Subordinate..." Zhang Xingying grabbed her hair, not knowing how to answer.

Huang Zixia knew that he was a solid person, and he usually stammered. Besides, how could he understand the meanings of Li Shubai's words. So she hurriedly said: "In the afternoon, I have to take a leave of absence and go to Wutong Street with Zhou Ziqin."

To Huang Zixian's expectation, Li Shubai did not respond at all. He waved his hand and said, "Go."

She hesitated a bit, but Zhou Ziqin thought that Li Shubai didn't know where Wutong Street was, so he added: "It's that...Wutong Street, the most famous place in Chengdu."

Li Shubai nodded, stood up and prepared to go out: "Yeah."

Huang Zixian was panicking, observing Li Shubai's expression, but he didn't know anything about it, and asked: "Qi Teng's death, is there any clue now?"

"There are some, but it's not enough." Huang Zixia nodded, remembering that she was carrying the testimony of a group of them before, so she showed it to him and said: "After the prince left that day, we will cross-examine everyone present. , Here is the confession."

Li Shubai took it and scanned the sheets very quickly, with only one glance at each one, and then he stopped on the sheet of Yu Xuan.

Huang Zixian approached him, leaned over to look at the oral testimony, but did not find any omissions. She pondered for a moment and looked at Li Shubai, only to find that his gaze was set at the end of the confession, a palm print printed by Yu Xuan. superior.

As a rule, when the persons involved in the case ask questions, they will have a transcript. After writing, they will sign and press their fingerprints to ensure that they are true and correct, so as not to affect the official business by the nonsense.

Yu Xuan's palm is long and symmetrical, which is a very beautiful mark.

She was looking slightly startled, but she heard Li Shubai's voice and said softly, as if sighing: "I have seen this handprint."