The Golden Hairpin

"Yes, at that time my family was wronged and called the heavens and the grounds to be unsound. As a result, someone from the Criminal Department said that someone had discovered the suspicious points in the case and they had to come over and retrial. Old man, I saw that the person who raised the suspicious points was such a small one. The little girl's house came with two little woks, and suddenly felt that God was teasing, and almost carried it back in one breath..." Zhang Weiyi laughed as he talked about what happened back then.

Zhou Ziqin immediately became curious and asked quickly: "What's the matter? Tell me?"

Huang Zixia said casually: "It's nothing. One of Zhang's patients passed away, and the other party was powerful and powerful, and angered him in anger, and framed him in jail. Even Zhang, who was helping in the pharmacy at the time, was also implicated in it."

Zhou Ziqin asked angrily: "Who is this **** patient's family? Why do you blame the doctor for not being cured? Even the doctor's family has to be implicated?"

Huang Zixia raised his eyebrows to look at him, and only said, "It's not the only case."

Zhou Ziqin suddenly remembered that the emperor had killed the imperial doctor and had to kill their family members. In fact, the emperor knew that Princess Tongchang was stabbed in the heart at the time and was extremely difficult to save, but he still angered the imperial physician and even implicated hundreds of relatives.

He sighed and said, "It's really hard to be a doctor."

The three of them stopped talking about it. Zhang Weiyi remembered one thing and asked quickly: "By the way, Miss Huang, I want to ask, can I get back the painting given to me by the Emperor Xian? "

Zhou Ziqin asked, "Is that the painting with black ink smearing the three ink balls? It hasn't been returned to you yet?"

"No, originally it had nothing to do with the case of Tongchang Princess Mansion. It was to be returned to us, but I didn't know why, so I never mentioned it again." Zhang Weiyi sighed, "I practiced medicine for decades, and this was called into the palace. The diagnosis and treatment for the emperor is also the most glorious pinnacle of life. I wanted to hold the paintings given to me by the first emperor into the earth..."

Huang Zixia thought of the three groups of graffiti on it, and then remembered what Li Shubai had said to her in her ears. He said that the first emperor used white hemp paper in his paintings, and jute paper was usually used in the palace to draft the imperial decree.

If there is something hidden under the ink ball, what will it be?

She was still thinking, Zhou Ziqin had already patted her chest and promised: "It was originally the imperial pen of the first emperor last time, so you should return it to the old man if you are in love with reason! Give this to me, and I will go to Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice for a run. Circle, see which side it was sent to. Actually, this thing is only related to the case. It will take a little bit of tongue to get it back."

"Oh, then I would like to thank my little brother!" Zhang Weiyi was overjoyed, and he took Zhou Ziqin's hand and thanked him again and again.

"It's okay, I have no other strengths, I'm enthusiastic and helpful!"

Huang Zixian shook his head speechlessly. Seeing Big Brother Zhang finally squeezed out of the temple, he got up and said, "After all, the weather is cold, old man quickly go back to rest, you still have a good life and your health."

"You said, who would take away such a messy picture? I still don't believe that this is the first emperor's handwriting."

On the way back, Zhou Ziqin muttered, wondering where to find the painting.

Huang Zixian frowned slightly and said, "It's not a painting."

"Hey? Isn't it a painting? Let me just say, the three shadows we saw last time are really messy, and you have to reluctantly imagine it to get a little involved."

"No, I mean..." Huang Zixian lowered her voice when she saw that there were few pedestrians around and no one was paying attention to this corner. "The jute paper in the palace is mostly used for writing. It's white linen paper."

Zhou Ziqin took a breath and asked, "So, what do you mean..."

Huang Zixia looked at him and nodded.

"The first emperor got a strange disease. Before he died, he couldn't distinguish the color of jute paper and white linen paper, so he got it wrong?"

Huang Zixian staggered and almost fell: "No!"

"What is that?" Zhou Ziqin looked at her with curiosity in his eyes.

Huang Zixian said helplessly: "The Emperor Xian has been sick for a long time, of course, it was the paper that people around him helped him take. Even if he was in a daze and couldn't recognize the color, wouldn't so many people around him recognize it?"

Zhou Ziqin nodded, thoughtfully: "So...actually, the first emperor was writing at the time?"

"Yes, and, very likely, it is a very important decree."

Zhou Ziqin widened his eyes and asked, "Then the content of the decree is...three groups of ink marks?"

"I'm sure that the content of the decree must be hidden under the three scribbled ink stains." Huang Zixian said solemnly, "but why was it altered by others, and why was it given to the edict as a painting for the imperial examination? I don’t know the sick old man."

Zhou Ziqin patted her back excitedly and said: "Don't think about it! When we get the picture, I will use the kind of potion made with spinach, and the layer of ink applied later will fade away first. You can instantly see the writing behind..."

"Then, all the ink stains on the entire paper faded and disappeared without a trace?" Huang Zixia asked.

Zhou Ziqin hesitated for a while, and said, "Uh... this, anyhow, we saw the emperor's decree that was covered up."

"However, such an important evidence will disappear forever and never appear again. And what use is it for you to see it? If this thing is really important, maybe no one believes what you say? Maybe the other party will attack you because of this, wanting to kill you who knows the secret?"

Zhou Ziqin made an inhalation sound similar to a toothache: "No way...so serious?"

"What do you mean?" Huang Zixia raised his eyes to the horizon. The gloomy clouds pressed on Chang'an, and a gray haze lingered, scattered and reunited.

"That painting, Emperor E's mother concubine Chen Taifei once had a copy of it. Even after suffering from a mad disease, she still secretly hid it. So I thought that maybe what E King did on the Xiangluan Pavilion is similar to this painting. Inseparable connection."

Zhou Ziqin's face turned pale suddenly: "This...this is very possible! So that painting is really...too important!"

"So, first, we have to find the painting; second, we have to properly protect it, and it must not be damaged; third, if it is not damaged, we have to peel off the layer of ink applied on it. It reveals the writing below."

Huang Zixian said three points, Zhou Ziqin's face showed pain and happiness coexisting expression: "Such a difficult challenge, I like it!"

Huang Zixia asked: "How do you plan to start?"

"Of course-go to the Yiji mounting shop, hug the old man's thigh, and see if you can get the tricks of peeling ink!"

He patted his chest with a smug look. Huang Zixia said, "Then I wish you every success."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Zhou Ziqin said, turning around and taking a step, remembering something, and quickly stepped back and said, "Chonggu, can I ask something that seems very serious?"

Huang Zixia nodded, looked at him and asked, "What?"

"That's... In case we peeled off the graffiti on the top and found nothing below, the emperor was completely unconscious before he died and scribbled a picture indiscriminately..."

"There are so many imperial pens of the first emperor, and there are dozens of hundreds of them in the palace. If it is really messy, it would be a good thing to ruin it, so as not to spread, are you right?"

Zhou Ziqin nodded, but still said: "Chonggu, this is the first emperor's writing..."

Huang Zixia looked at him very seriously: "Someone even splashed cinnabar on the paintings of Ziqian, which one do you think is more serious?"

"That's right... Anyway, even if it is ruined, I just want to preserve the reputation of the emperor." Zhou Ziqin immediately turned around, waved his hand and rushed forward, "Chonggu, wait for my good news!"

"The West Market is not in that direction!"

"Nonsense! Who will open the store on New Year's Day? I will go directly to Old Man Yi's house to block the door!"