The Golden Hairpin

Jing Heng was a capable person, and soon Zhang Xingying's information was recalled from the roster and sent to Huang Zixia.

Zhang Xingying's information is innocent and flawless.

His father practiced medicine. He was a famous doctor in Duan Ruitang, and he once entered the palace to treat the emperor. My mother has passed away, there are brothers and sisters, and now he runs the Lu's incense candle shop. There are no criminals in the three generations of relatives.

Zhang Xingying grew up in Puningfang, the capital of Beijing. At the age of 18, he signed up as a candidate for the honor guard of the Royal Palace of Kui, and successfully entered the Royal Palace through numerous selections. But he was expelled due to negligence shortly after. After that, he worked for apprentices in Duanruitang, Beijing, and left for some reason. He planned to enter the Defense Department of Beijing, but he failed to travel around Beijing. Yu Shudi followed Wang Kui with merit, returned to the palace again and became one of the close guards of the palace.

Huang Zixian looked at this few files again, and between the lines, he saw Zhang Xingying's countless pasts with himself.

Without Zhang Xingying, it would be impossible for her to mix into Chang'an, let alone meet Li Shubai, ask for his help, and go south smoothly to rectify the grievances of her family.

He is such a good boy with love and righteousness and passion. He is filial to his seriously ill father, is righteous to their group of friends, and never abandons his beloved Di Cui. He is tall, but very shy. He stammers when he is nervous; he will repay his kindness, knowing that he will bear the guilt, and help her enter the guard of honor into Chang'an. He has a simple mind and has a crush on Di Cui for a long time. I just dared to pass the door secretly and look at her...

Huang Zixia only felt that she was buzzing in her mind, she didn't dare to think, but had to think about it. This world is so terrible, wolves are all around, and the enemy is confused. Who knows who is the one who hides the deepest by his side.

She returned Zhang Xingying's dossier to Jing Heng, and when she was about to leave the palace, she went to Jingyutang first and fed the small fish in the colored glass cup a fish food.

The fish is too small, the sesame-sized fish food, she crushed it with her nails, and then sprinkled it on the water to swallow it. She looked at the fish food and remembered that this was the case of Wang Ruo this year. She and Li Shubai went to the West Market twice to find the juggler and bought the fish food by the way.

She still remembered that Li Shubai showed an unnatural appearance in front of her for the first time, saying that Xiaoyu seemed to like this kind of fish food.

At that time, she just laughed secretly in her heart, but now that she thinks about it, she may never have the chance to see Li Shubai like that again in the future.

In this life and this world, the only childishness he has left has disappeared in such a situation.

Holding the glass cup in her hand, she leaned down silently and leaned her face on the table. She looked at the azure-blue transparent glass lamp, and the red fish inside was rendered a gorgeous purple by blue. In the golden light of palace lanterns, the whole body of the little fish was covered with a layer of strange brilliance, which was dazzling.

She pulled out the hairpin on her head, drew a big circle, and drew a small circle next to it.

This big circle, like a huge wheel, is rolling towards the little circle. She and Li Shubai are exactly the Madoka who is facing crushing fate. The only powerful thing in their hands now is the wound—the evidence of King E’s suicide.

And that huge power is the giant palm of heaven and earth, the wall of brotherhood, the power of hundreds of thousands of ruling and opposition parties, and the power of ghosts and gods. The sky is pouring down, and the sky is shattered. Even if they are crushed to pieces, they still have nowhere to escape.

With such a disparity in power, between the heaven and the earth, who else can save him, who can restore the Tianhe, make up for the sun and the moon.

This hopeless suppression made her breath quick and her chest was painful. Her hand holding the Liulizhan trembled uncontrollably, and the little fish inside was frightened and pila lightly jumped out of the water.

Huang Zixia was afraid that she would dump the little fish on the ground, so she reluctantly controlled her hand and placed the colored glaze lamp on the table. She breathed deeply, slowly sending her uncontrollable grief out of her heart.

She got up and walked out of Jingyu Hall and walked towards the Pillow Stream Pavilion.

There was the light of stars and moon in the darkness, and she saw above the frozen lotus pond, the roots of the remnant lotus were separated from each other, like an old ghost. On the ice, there are still remains of the fireworks from the previous day. Layers of ashes are frozen on the ice, forming a dark shadow.

Huang Zixia walked down the steps, stretched out one foot, and stepped on the ice.

I don't know how thick this ice surface is, if she stepped on it, whether she would fall into it and be overwhelmed by ice water, and never need to face these turbulent and terrible futures.

However, she only slowly started to take her feet back. She turned and walked into the pavilion, and took out the wooden box in which the spell was placed.

It was the same as the last time I saw it at the carpenter's side, ninety-nine-eighty-one spaces and eighty characters. There is no logical sequence for the words above. The box that happened to be assembled that time, even the craftsman who made this box, definitely couldn't write down these eighty words without any connection in that rush.

Her hand moved on it, and the characters moved by her moved one by one like a jigsaw puzzle. The chaotic characters moved one by one in front of her, but they were always unopenable boxes, extremely firm.

She sighed and put the box back in place, only to see a shadow reflected next to the bookshelf.

She turned her head to look. Zhang Xingying stood at the door, looking at her gloomily. The palace lantern hanging outside the corridor shone obliquely against the light, blurring his face into a black shadow, only a pair of eyes staring at her.

Huang Zi Xia only felt a cold breath rising from her heels and rushing towards her forehead. She barely controlled her breath, slowly retracted her hands, and turned around to look at him calmly: "Second Brother Zhang."

Zhang Xingying walked in and asked, "Miss Huang, what are you looking for?"

Huang Zixia said nonchalantly: "I want to take a look at that charm, but it seems that this box is difficult to open."

"Well, this box is an important thing for the prince. Now that the prince is not there, you'd better not move it." Zhang Xingying said, raising his hand and pushing the box into the shelf.

Huang Zixia nodded, then turned around and walked outside, asking tiredly, "What's the matter with Brother Zhang coming here?"

"Today I am in charge of patrolling the palace." Zhang Xingying frowned and said, "You come back and rest early. Even if you are working hard for the prince, you can't help but take care of yourself."

"I see, thank you, Brother Zhang." Huang Zixia nodded and said in a low voice, "But I have to go back and can't stay here."

Zhang Xingying looked at her worriedly and said: "It seems that there is already a curfew outside, shall I see you there?"

"It doesn't matter, I have a letter from the palace." Huang Zixia said, walking with him to the kitchen on the withered grass stalks, "Second Brother Zhang, do you often spend the night?"

"Fortunately, once every five days." He said, looking up at the starry sky, he let out a long breath, and said, "Although the prince is not in the residence, we still have to do our duty loyally after all, so that after the prince comes back, And worry about the unruly mansion."

Huang Zixian nodded and said, "Yes, it can't be that the palace will be messed up if he is not here."

Zhang Xingying suddenly stopped and asked in a low voice, "Miss Huang, do you know... Is there any way to see the prince?"

Huang Zixia shook her head silently and said, "Where do I know people from Zongzheng Temple?"

"Zi Qin, is there a way?" He asked again.

Huang Zixia shook his head again: "I don't know either."

Zhang Xingying sighed, and then said: "I don't know what the prince is doing now, whether we need anything in it, should we take care of it again."

"Where do we know these? Everything can only be handled by Jing Yi and the others." Huang Zixia said, looking at him thoughtfully, and asked, "What can you do?"

Zhang Xingying also shook his head, both of them were silent.

Zhang Xingying escorted her out of the palace and stood at the door watching her all the way west.

Huang Zixia walked out for a long time and looked back and found that Zhang Xingying was still standing at the corner of the street, watching her all the time. Seeing her turning around, he waved to her and said, "Miss Huang, be careful all the way."

She nodded, wrapped her cloak and walked forward.

She walked silently, the cold wind was on her face, and the lights of Chang'an's workshops gradually became blurred in front of her eyes. The red light reminded her of the fire in Chengdu Mansion.

Jing Yu, who opened an escape route for them with his body in the fire scene, held Zhang Xingying's hand before dying and looked at Li Shubai eagerly, which is still in front of him today.

She thought of that gaze, all of a sudden trembling, sweating.

Her right hand unconsciously beat her chest hard, trying to suppress her terrible thought.

But after all, she couldn't put it away, the cold sweat slowly slid down her back, the whole body was cold, but her mind became clearer.

When Li Shubai carried that charm with him, there was no abnormality, but after hiding in the secret box, it began to change, and a weird red circle appeared.

There must be someone by your side, and before that person dies, you must find the next successor.

The dying Jing Yu looked at Li Shubai with a final desperate look, and entrusted Zhang Xingying to his side. At that time, the gratifying smile on Jing Yu's lips once wetted her eyes, but now she thinks about it, but it makes her sweat.

Is it—

The one who gave his life for them was only the **** in the conspiracy?

Silent, shy, tall and reliable, the simplest of all her friends, really, can do things that she can't imagine?

Huang Zixia returned to Wang's house, not knowing if it was frozen or why, his consciousness was a little fuzzy. The maidservants hurriedly fetched hot water for her, gave her a flourishing stove, stuffed her with soup in the bedding, and waited for her to sleep.

However, everything that happened today is still happening again, making Huang Zixia unable to sleep at all.

The illusion entangled her, she tossed and turned all night, and saw Li Run piercing the fish intestine sword deeply into her heart; she saw Jing Yu's last bleak smile; she saw Zhang Xingying in the Duanruitang place where she was drying medicine. Raising her arms and shaking the herbs drying; seeing the mark that Di Cui left her at the end of the alley—

North, a north enclosed in the lower left corner.

Di Cui, who was not very literate, had learned this word from nowhere. She wrote it so strangely, but she understood the meaning at a glance.

She knew what, let them escape as soon as possible, don't get involved in this terrible vortex. It's a pity that she doesn't believe in Di Cui, and she doesn't know what a huge conspiracy will be waiting for them. Turning upside down like today, she remembered the word Di Cui again and realized that Di Cui had already known this storm in advance.

Huang Zixia lay stiffly on the bed, pressing her temples, forcing herself to go deeper.

Zhang Xingying... Brother Zhang, is he really an ambush lurking beside them? When necessary, would he really come out and give them a fatal blow-no, the act of stealing the fish intestine sword and letting King E commit suicide to frame King Kui was originally a fatal blow to Li Shubai. It's just that he did it or someone else did it. Now, there is no evidence for everything.

Before, when she was in Shudi, she and Li Shubai had vaguely noticed Zhang Xingying's suspiciousness, but it was only vaguely felt. The only evidence she doubts about Zhang Xingying now is Jing Yu and Di Cui. There is nothing suspicious about him himself.