The Golden Hairpin

"I grew up in Daming Palace with my fourth brother, and we were sent out of the palace together. We have been brothers since we were young. I...know what Brother Sihuang means to the world of Tang Dynasty!" The tissue paper was pressed on the table, and the whole person seemed to lose strength, barely holding on before standing in front of the spirit, "So I think, the mother and concubine must know something, so if you design it for people, you will get mad and say In this case, the person who harmed my mother and concubine must have a great relationship with the death of the emperor father, and the brothers of the four emperors must also be enemies."

Li Shubai nodded slowly, but did not speak.

Huang Zixia asked: "This is the place where the Toffee lived? Is everything displayed as it is?"

Li Run nodded, sat down on the chair in front of the hall, and leaned on his forehead and said in a low voice, "Miss Huang can check it carefully. Maybe there are any clues."

Huang Zixian walked through the partition of the small hall and went to the queen's bedroom next to her to check. The room is not big. On the left hand side is a small window with a small couch, dressing table, tables and chairs; on the right hand side is a carved sandalwood bed with brocade tents hung with peach wood and jade ornaments.

She turned around the dressing table, everything had been put away, everything was empty, because it was often cleaned, the room was very clean, her hand slid across the edge of the table, and then stopped.

After a short pause, she bent down and looked at the edge of the table carefully. Li Shubai looked at her at the door and asked: "What?"

She looked back at him and said, "There seems to be some dents from pinched nails."

Li Shubai casually took a piece of Luozidai from the makeup that Li Run took out, and handed it to her.

She lightly painted the cyan Demo on the edge of the table, and the dents appeared clearly. It was just two messy characters pinched out with her nails--

King Kui.

Li Shubai looked calmly and motioned her to paint behind.

The crooked and slanted writing on it gradually appeared, causing misfortune to King Kui.

Li Run also arrived in front of the partition and looked at these words with a dazed expression: "This...Is this written by my mother and concubine?"

Huang Zixia nodded at him and said, "It seems there are some more."

She smeared her hand to the right a little bit, and on the dark black rosewood dressing table, the blue-black Luo Dai showed a different black in the sun, with a slender trace. Beneath that trace, there are shallow, messy scratches, a total of twelve words: Datang will perish, the ruling and the opposition will bring trouble to King Kui.

Apart from this, there is no more writing.

Huang Zixia searched on her bed and on the cabinet again, but found nothing.

She put Luozidai back into the makeup, and then glanced at the twelve words again, and then slowly wiped away all the traces of the eyebrows with her veil.

Li Run stood at the door, feeling at a loss for a while, only looking at Li Shubai and calling him: "Brother Four Emperors..."

Li Shubai patted him on the shoulder and said, "I know. I will start investigating the events of the year to see who is behind everything."

On the way back, Li Shubai and Huang Zixia were on the carriage looking at the passing street scene outside, both of them were very worried.

"I and Mrs. Chen are not familiar." Li Shubai turned his gaze to her face and finally said.

Huang Zixian nodded and said, "When the first emperor passed away and the concubine was mad, the prince was only thirteen years old?"

"Well, I have always lived in the Daming Palace, but it was mostly my father who took the time to visit me. I didn't go to him much. So although my father was served by Princess Chen in his later years, my chance to meet her was not the same. Not much. After the death of the first emperor, I and her never met again."

Huang Zixia's fingers slowly stroked the flower decorations on the car window, and he muttered: "A thirteen-year-old prince who doesn't meet too many times, why does Princess Chen remember persistently and think that she will overturn when she is crazy. Where is the world?"

Li Shubai frowned slightly, flicked his finger on the small table, and asked, "What do you think?"

"In what King E said, there is one sentence that I agree with. That is, if Mrs. Chen's madness is man-made, then the murderer must be unruly towards you. That's why she will be induced to have the greatest malice against you."

He pressed his slender and white fingers on the small table and was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Zixia...Do you believe me?"

She looked at him puzzled, not understanding why he suddenly said this.

"Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, wake up and don't know whether this is a person or a butterfly. Just when I found the words engraved by Princess Chen, I suddenly thought of Yu Xuan." He didn't look at her, turned his face outward, his eyes in a daze. The ground slid across the ordinary street scene outside, "After he killed your parents, he forgot everything. Instead, because of all kinds of hints, he firmly suspected that you were the murderer."

Huang Zixian's eyes widened in an instant, and she asked, "What does the prince mean?"

"Perhaps when I was thirteen years old, did I have done something that made Princess Chen memorable?" His eyebrows wrinkled slightly, his gaze looking outside, slightly fluctuating in the movement of the carts and horses. , "And what does the little red fish that suddenly appeared in my life have to do with the little red fish that disappeared when Yu Xuan lost that important memory?"

Everything in front of me suddenly fell into a haze, and I could no longer see clearly.

Huang Zixian suddenly wondered whether the chariots and horses on the road, the passing street scenes, and the close proximity of Li Shubai, who was within her reach, were also illusory.

Is their memory true or false. Have they ever been tampered with in their lives so far, adding things that they believe in, and deleting things that are unforgettable.

The car fell into silence for a while, and they did not speak, as if there was a heavy pressure covering them, making them feel slow and difficult even to breathe.

After a long time, she gently stretched out her hand and put her palm on the back of his hand, saying: "No matter what the truth we found out in the end, I know that everything we have experienced is true...at least, we The feelings towards each other now are true."

Li Shubai held her hands silently, and buried his face in the palms of her hands. In the silence, she felt his slightly heavy and messy breathing flowing slowly in her palm.

The veins in her palm, the lines that represent the direction of life, he used to recognize her identity, but now, his breath is stained with her life, imprinting a permanent imprint in her blood, eternal life, She can't forget either.

I don’t know how long it took, but the carriage came to a halt slowly, and someone outside reported: "The Ministry of Industry has arrived."

Li Shubai raised his head, put her hand in his palm, paused quietly for a while, and said, "Let's go."

His voice returned to cold and deep. Out of the carriage, leaving the moment when only the two of them were living together, he could still only be the king Kui who had an indifferent expression and never showed a weak and fragile expression.

Huang Zixia silently followed behind him and entered the gate with him.

Li Shubai and Li Yonghe were discussing matters. Huang Zixia is now a woman. After sitting in the lobby for a while, there were countless officials whispering around. She stood up and went to the front courtyard to see the chrysanthemums in the garden.

It was almost October, and the chrysanthemums had also gone through frost and began to wither. She looked at it casually, and was thinking about the meaning of the four words "King of Misfortune", suddenly someone rushed out and shouted, "Chonggu! You are really here!"

Huang Zixia looked back and found that the person who still called her that was indeed Zhou Ziqin.

He is wearing low-key turquoise clothes today, which is very rare, but it is a pity that he wears a **** belt, which looks like a bunch of wheat seedlings **** by straw. But Huang Zixia didn't mind anymore, and asked in a pleasant surprise: "Zi Qin? Why are you here in Beijing too?"

"You first say why you left me and ran to the capital without making a sound!" He asked her first.

Huang Zixia showed a helpless wry smile, and said casually: "You know, staying in the clan and being talked about by old people every day is very annoying."

"That's true, oh, we are all forced by our elders, and so am I. If you don't run, you'll be finished!" Zhou Ziqin said, raising his hand and wiping his eyes, and the tears were almost falling. "It's terrible to say. ! My father forced me to marry a daughter-in-law..."

Huang Zixia laughed blankly and asked, "Which girl is it?"

"A concubine from the Sicang family in Shu County, I heard that she was a tigress, and my reputation for loving corpses did not frighten her. I went to her house and asked about them quietly, and all of them said they were extremely tough and in big characters. I don’t know a few, but I use two pig-killing knives to carry half of a pig on my shoulders as if there is nothing wrong! Do you think there is a way to survive if you marry a woman like this!"

Huang Zixia thought for a while and asked, "What's her name?"