The Golden Hairpin

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."

Huang Zixian was taken aback, and asked in a low voice: "The prince has seen...his handprint?"

"What's weird, I am also a Dali Temple Secretary. Although I usually leave the affairs to Chunzhan and don't care about things, I have read all the closing files." He glanced at her, and then said lightly, "Everyone The fingerprints are all different. The three main lines of the fingers and countless fine lines are difficult to change after birth. Therefore, the law stipulates that the fingerprints and palmprints are used to stop cunning people from taking advantage of loopholes. "

"But... with so many palm prints, the prince can really... remember them all?" Huang Zixia asked incredulously.

Zhou Ziqin was so excited because he was going to Fenghua Street, he immediately wagged his tail and came up to flatter him: "Wang Ye is a talented person, of course I remember, I will prove it to you if I don't believe it!"

As he said, he pulled out one of the files that Li Shubai had read just now, covering everything, only one palm print was exposed, and then asked: "Who does the prince remember this palm print?"

Li Shubai glanced at it and said, "The servant of the county guard, Wu Jiying, who is responsible for cleaning the Xiyuan and also the gardener's tools."

Huang Zixia felt that she really wanted to worship the person in front of her. Just brushing the things I have seen with my two eyes, I can remember it, it's a god.

Her gaze fell on Yu Xuan's confession, hesitated, and asked: "So... where is the handprint of Yu Xuan that the prince has seen?"

Li Shubai frowned, thinking for a moment. It wasn't until Zhang Xingying changed his clothes and ran up, standing outside the door waiting, he suddenly gave a soft "Oh" and said: "Two years ago, when I was serving as Dali Temple Secretary, in order to get familiar with the affairs, I had I read all the files during the year. His handprint appeared on a file in Guangdefang, Changan five years ago."

Huang Zixia asked again: "What about the others?"

"He shouldn't be a prisoner, but...I didn't pay attention at the time. It was really a bit unclear." He glanced at her and said slowly.

Huang Zixian thoughtfully, her lips opened slightly, she wanted to say something, but stopped again.

He didn't look at her. He first fed two fish food to the little fish in the colored glaze lamp at the desk. After seeing it swallowing it, he was quiet in the colored glaze lamp before saying: "I'll go first. If there are other clues, I will I will tell you again."

Huang Zixia didn't think he looked like he couldn't remember, but he refused to say clearly, there must be a reason.

She thought, suddenly flashed in her mind, and couldn't help but yelled out: "Lord..."

Li Shubai looked back at her.

"At the beginning, when we first met, we were in the carriage..." She finally understood what she had been wondering in her heart for a long time, and couldn't help her heartbeat becoming disturbed. "You looked at my palm and immediately guessed it. My identity, recognize me as..."

Li Shubai smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Many files have your palm prints."

Huang Zixia couldn't help but laughed, and said, "I'll just say...how can a person's life really be seen from the palm prints."

He saw Zhang Xingying and Zhou Ziqin both had walked out of the hall, and she was close at hand, looking at her with a smile on her face.

He didn't know if it was urged by the slight throbbing craze in his chest, he raised his hand and flicked her eyebrows, saying, "I'm smart, I'm confused for a while."

She raised her hand to hold her eyebrows, and yelled "Oh" with a smile.

They smiled and looked at each other, and after a while they suddenly felt embarrassed.

He turned his head and said hurriedly: "I'm leaving."

"Yes..." She also lowered her head, not daring to lift it up.

Zhou Ziqin had never thought about why Huang Zixian's cheeks kept reddening after leaving the Jiedu Mansion. He now only wants to explore the unknown world, and he said excitedly: "Look, I think the prince will definitely not care if you go to Huajie Liuxiang-anyway, you just follow me to open your eyes~"

When I arrived at Wutong Street, it was close to dinner time, and the sky was a little dark.

Standing on Wutong Street, Zhou Ziqin looked at the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, which was out of sight from the head to the tail, and the streets were full of lights and feasts. He was immediately surprised: "Chonggu, do you know? I am very excited now!"

Huang Zixia can only give him a roll of eyes: "Let's go."

The Fengyue places on Wutong Street are all filed with the government, and they can be regarded as open for business. Several old bustards standing on the street saw them, and they came over to solicit them more generously, boasting how beautiful their girl is.

Zhou Ziqin raised his hand upright to stop them: "We are going to the Night Tour today."

"Oh..." Their faces were wrinkled into rags, "Very pretty gentlemen, it turns out that this one—well, there are two old peach trees planted at the end of the street."

To their surprise, the business of the night club is really good. When they entered, they saw that many people were already singing and drinking in many rooms, and some of them had outstanding singing voices. Zhou Ziqin stopped and listened for a while, feeling satisfied with "I can see the market today."

Huang Zixian is still normal, and asked the turtle who came to greet him: "Is Songfeng there?"

The turtle hurriedly said: "If you are here, come out right away, you two... just ask one person to accompany you?"

Zhou Ziqin looked at Huang Zixia, who was silent, and had to pat his chest: "Yes, we just...like to have someone to accompany you!"

Seeing that these two men looked straight, Gui Gong hurriedly notified him to enter, and Matsukaze immediately came out, eagerly serving them tea, fragrant and tune the piano. When he was about to sing a song "Lovesickness", Huang Zixia stopped him and asked: "You should have been here for many years? What kind of guests do you usually have?"

Matsukaze said softly, "The villain is unfortunate, and has been living in the dust for six years. There are usually many regular customers, but there are really few people like these two~" He said as he said to her. Depend on. Although Huang Zixian is tall and slender, Songfeng is a man after all, half a head taller than her. At this moment, the low eyebrows leaning toward him, the little bird looks awkward no matter how he looks like a person.

Zhou Ziqin pulled him over with a righteous look and motioned him to sit down. Songfeng looked aggrieved and asked, "How long will the two of you have to spend?"

Zhou Ziqin was enraged and shouted: "I won't dare with you, I just want to ask you, that..."

Speaking of this, he realized that because he was patronizing the world, he had forgotten the whole story of his coming here, so he could only look at Huang Zixia pitifully.

Huang Zixia said: "We are not actually here to find pleasure. It's just that a friend had an accident recently, so I came to inquire about some things-I wonder if there are any celebrities from Chengdu government among your regular customers?"

Songfeng suddenly vented his energy, and leaned on the table lazily, looking at them with his cheeks, and said: "Nonsense, I'm famous for Songfeng, are there few people who like me in Chengdu Fuzhong? Don't say anything else, festival. In Du Fu, there are people who care for me..."

Zhou Ziqin blurted out: "Jiedu Mansion Qi Judge?"

Matsukaze Fei rolled his eyes and said, "Who is Judge Qi? I'm talking about..."

He lowered his voice, the ostentatious expression between his eyebrows almost blinded the three of them: "You can't tell me, it's the son of Master Fan, he has come to visit me once..."

Huang Zixian silently recalled the appearance of Fan Yuanlong, and then handed the letter paper found in Qi Teng's room in his sleeve to him: "You wrote this?"

Matsukaze glanced at it and nodded: "Yes."

"Do you remember who it was written to?"

Matsukaze was a little bit anxious and said, "How do I know this? What Liu Sheng did I find for this poem? I usually wrote it about fifty or sixty times. Many customers like arty, like It’s as if the style of prostitution is higher than that of someone who can write poems."

Zhou Ziqin asked again: "Do you remember who it was?"

Matsukaze looked at him with an idiot look: "Do you think there will be a guest officer? Our guests, except for foreigners, are not afraid. Local people usually come here quietly, and there are not many people who are willing to reveal their names. Most people say that they are called'Li Jia, Wang Da, and Liu Er'. Unless they are regular customers, they can only get a name when they come and go. The son of Fan Jiedu was also accompanied by others, so I vaguely followed They know it in their mouths."

Huang Zixian asked directly: "So, who did you give it to, in fact, you don't know it yourself?"

"If you want, I can also write you a copy." Matsukaze smiled.

The much resentful Zhou Ziqin said persistently: "Think about it again, have you forgotten..."

"So, do you know Wen Yang?" Huang Zixia asked.

Matsukaze let out a "hey" and said, "I know he, we have been regular customers for three or four years, and we are different from others. Oh, yes, he also said that he likes my name the most. , Shan Yuezhao plays the piano-I also play the piano well. Would you like to listen to it?"

Huang Zixia shook her head and asked, "So, he must have this poem too?"

Matsukaze hid his mouth and smiled: "Yes, I wrote this poem to him. He shook his head when he saw it, and then said that there is a huge difference between people. I was not convinced and asked. I'm worse than anyone else, but he only touched my hair and said, he can only look up to me, what can you think of."

When he said this, there was no depressed look on his face, and he still said with a grin: "I think so, I am a man, who would think I am better than anyone else? He is not a man, no There are people who admire in quasi people's hearts?"

Huang Zixian lowered his eyes silently, pondered for a long time, turned his head to look at Zhou Ziqin who had already dropped his chin, and said, "Let's go."

Zhou Ziqin was still in astonishment. Seeing that she had stood up and walked out, he hurried to catch up, and grabbed her sleeve and asked urgently: "Chonggu, why are you so calm? Did you hear that? That sorrowful Wen Yang, he , He likes men!"

"Yes, I know." Huang Zixia nodded and said.

Zhou Ziqin was a little depressed: "You must have known the calm look of your face again! You didn't tell me anything, how can we be friends?"

Huang Zixia said lightly: "You should be aware of the words of those in the poetry club."

"Huh? Why don't I know what they said?"

Huang Zixia was also helpless to Zhou Ziqin. As he was thinking about it, Songfeng had already caught up with them, grabbing their sleeves and shouting at them: "Don't go—"

Zhou Ziqin was inexplicable. Seeing that he was still holding his arm, he quickly threw him away and asked, "What?"

Unexpectedly, Songfeng was light and soft. When he slammed it, he hit the ground and broke his forehead. He shouted, "Here, come here! These two guests just don’t pay for tea. I ran away, I was blocked and beaten!"

The thugs raised by the night tour courtyard immediately picked up their clubs and rushed out. Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin hurriedly made up: "Excuse me, I don't know if you want money for tea here..."

Before the words were over, a few sticks had already been smashed down involuntarily.

Zhou Ziqin stepped forward and blocked Huang Zixian with a stick, grinning in pain, "Oops, Chonggu, will you die here today?"

"Then you will show your identity!" Huang Zixia growled.

"What is bright? If my parents know that I am going to the kiln on official business, I might as well die here!"