The Golden Hairpin

Wang Yun's heart suddenly fell because of her voice. He leaned on the pillar under the porch, looking at the winter plum in front of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

But for a moment, Huang Zixia opened the door and walked to his side.

He looked back at her and saw that she was wearing a silver-red shirt. The crimson shirt inside can be seen from the cuffs and neckline. The dark and light colors match, which is quite beautiful. He couldn't help but glanced more, then smiled softly: "I still remember that when I first saw you, you were also wearing silver-red clothes."

Huang Zixian wanted to say that when she first met, she seemed to be wearing the costume of a little eunuch, and came to teach Wang Ruo's mansion etiquette. But before the words were spoken, she immediately thought that the first time he saw herself was in the Daming Palace when she was fourteen years old. King E once said that when the Queen King summoned her, Wang Yun took him to see his fiancee secretly. At that time, he was indeed wearing a silver-red dress.

Thinking of the 16-year-old Wang Yun pulling King E to take a peek at her scene, Huang Zixian couldn't help but feel moved and mixed with complicated emotions of gratitude, and whispered to him: "Yes, it's hard for you to remember what I looked like at that time." ."

Wang Yun smiled, staring at her deeply, and said softly: "Crimson with silver and red, just like the sunset glowing in plum blossoms, so beautiful... Of course I won't forget."

Huang Zixian lowered his head and turned to the subject: "Clothes should always be of the same color to be eye-catching."

"Yeah, I can't be like Ziqin." Wang Yun said, couldn't help but laugh. "I've heard that his mother has bad eyes and looks weak in light and dark colors, so I like to give The child wears colorful clothes. Now that he grows up, other brothers refuse to wear the clothes his mother chose. Only Zhou Ziqin is still wearing it cheerfully. It seems that this habit of wearing clothes has been fixed, even if he wears it by himself. That shiny color scheme."

Huang Zixian nodded silently, and another memory that could not be ignored flashed in his mind-the night that King E jumped from Xiangluan Pavilion, among the purple brocade clothes, why did he wear a black mid laner uniquely?

"Actually, because of Ziqin, I was a bit worried before. After I heard that my fiancee was good at investigating cases, I even wondered if the woman who came into contact with these every day would be a vicious and terrifying dominatrix. Don't worry if you go to have a look."

Hearing his chuckle, Huang Zixia also followed him with a chuckle under the winter plum blossoms. But in fact, she didn't know what she was laughing at.

Seeing the slight smile on her face, Wang Yun only felt the heat in her chest, so she couldn't help but walk behind her, gently stretched out her hand to hug her from behind, and said softly in her ear: "At that time I followed Behind you, walking through the corridor full of trumpet creepers, feeling nervous and nervous. Until you turn your head at the end of the corridor... The first time I see you, I know that my life is complete."

He hugged her lightly, bent his head against her hair, and the warm breath filled her hair, making her body stiff and struggling subconsciously.

Wang Yun, who was always gentle, hugged her tightly at this time, not allowing her to break free from his embrace. He listened to the sound outside, but inside the high wall was quiet, and it seemed that no other sound was coming from here.

He pressed her shoulders, pulled her slender body over, and stared down at her expression. On her slightly nervous face, the anxiety and hidden sentiment in her eyes almost burned him.

He did not let go of her as usual. He only raised his hand and pressed her shoulders, bent his head and whispered in her ear: "Although you and I have twists and turns, after all, I still have to be married... Zi Xia, I was born with a wish. If you are already sufficient, I will definitely not let you down. And I hope you will not let down my intentions for you."

Hearing his voice, Huang Zixia was as gentle as ever, with a slight trembling tone hidden, seeming to be afraid, but also pleading.

She felt that her heart was trembling with his tone.

With her hand hanging around her waist, she involuntarily grasped her skirt tightly. Holding her hands too tightly and trembling almost convulsively, but after all, she still didn't let go of her hands, after all, she couldn't logically hug the person who embraced her.

She closed her eyes and let him hug herself tightly.

Wang Yun's hand stroked her hair, making her lean her face against her chest. He was facing the front of the court, looking at the courtyard in front of him through the winter plum blossoms, and he was still quiet and unchanging.

His hand squeezed her drooping hair, and in the soft and warm hair, a little bit of cold touched his fingers. It is a simple silver hairpin with a curly pattern carved from jasper. It looks like an ordinary hairpin.

He ignored it, but bowed his head and buried his face in her fragrant hair. His hands slowly slid down, folded his arms, and pressed her tightly to his arms.

When Wang Yun left, she turned her head to look at the courtyard, but she was standing in the corridor watching him, and the winter plum blossoms turned into a blur of gold, reflecting on her face. She was sunken in the brilliant colors, but only a pale smile appeared, and she barely gave him off.

He silently nodded to her, turned and walked along the corridor.

The fish on the corridor was still ignorant, swimming slowly behind the glazed pieces inlaid on the wall. The sunlight came in from behind and circulated on them. The golden, red and white scales were shining with weird and beautiful light, swaying in this corridor.

He thought of her pale smile hidden behind Huaying, and walked past a little bit of light blankly. As he walked out the door, the dumb servant pulled his sleeves and yelled twice.

Wang Yun glanced at him and saw that he gestured with his hands: "Someone came to her just now."

Wang Yun turned his gaze to the inside, moving his lips slowly, and asked silently, "Who?"

"An honorable person he didn't know, he walked to the gate of the small courtyard and returned. I saw that he didn't enter, so I didn't disturb the son and the girl."

A faint smile appeared on Wang Yun's face unconsciously, but his eyes were cold.

The dumb servant thought for a while, then motioned to him not to leave, took out a framed scroll from the room, and handed it to him.

Wang Yun opened it slowly and took a look. The scroll is a painting. There are three ink **** similar to graffiti on the painting. The shapes are weird and there is no specific appearance.

The dumb servant gestured: "It was left by the young man who just came."

He nodded his head, slowly finished the scroll, handed it back to the dumb servant, and silently moved his lips: "Give it to Miss Huang in an hour. Tell her that it was delivered by a servant."

The dumb servant nodded repeatedly, and put the picture away.

"If someone comes again, tell them that Ms. Huang is busy with marriage and doesn't like seeing guests."

Wang Yun didn't say anything, patted the dumb servant on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Spring is coming, although it is still cold, but the atmosphere has warmed up.

As if overnight, a layer of spring grass appeared in the small courtyard, and green covered the front of the courtyard. But the winter plum blossoms that bloomed just right yesterday were slightly decayed under the sun. The clear golden petals seemed to become dull overnight. The slightly sandalwood scent of winter plum also appears soft and thin in such weather.

Huang Zixian moved Xiaoji to the court, swiping a pen under the shade of the flowers and hooking on the paper. The sun was shining on her, warm and radiant, and occasionally one or two winter plum flowers fell on her body, and she ignored it, only holding a pen in thought.

A servant's footsteps hurriedly came from outside. Before she looked up, Zhou Ziqin's voice had already come: "Respect the ancients, respect the ancients!"

Huang Zixian put the pen down and stood up to greet him: "Zi Qin."

Zhou Ziqin ran over in three steps in two steps, holding a big box in his arms, and nodding at her: "Help me quickly, it's so heavy."

Huang Zixia helped him put the box under the corridor and asked, "What is this?"

"Guess?" He opened the lid triumphantly.

Huang Zixian took a closer look, lying on her hands, feet, and head in all directions. She immediately raised her forehead: "What?"

"Here, aren't you and Wang Yun about to get married? This is a gift from me." Zhou Ziqin looked sorry for the pain, "Hey, I really can't bear it! But after all, you are getting married, how can I? Don’t give you your best things."

Huang Zixian squatted helplessly, pieced together those heads and body limbs. The thing is heavy, made of white copper, hollow in the middle, and can be connected and rotated at the joints, which is much more convenient than the bronze man who pressed Zhou Ziqin before.

"Look, a total of three hundred and sixty acupuncture points have been carved all over the body, the muscles and veins are all carved, and the blood vessels and muscles are inlaid with brass." He said, and pulled the small copper door in front of the chest and abdomen of the body. Open, take out the internal organs made of wood one by one, "How about? Lifelike, right? I carved it and painted it by myself!"

Huang Zixia's face showed an unbearable expression: "This...I probably don't need it, I'm already familiar with it."

"Not for you, for your future child! Think about it, as soon as your baby is born in the future, you will hug this copper man to play and sleep together. Since childhood, I know the human body well, combining my abilities with you. His detective ability, when he grows up, will he not become a generation of detectives and become famous all over the world?"

Huang Zixian was speechless: "Zi Qin, thank you for your interest..."

Although, she thinks it is better for children to ride bamboo horses and play games.

"You're welcome, who are we with whom?" He patted his chest painfully.

Huang Zixia smiled and nodded, and motioned for someone to help her move the box into the house. Sitting on the railing, Zhou Ziqin looked down and saw the papers on several cases, then picked it up and looked at it. I saw it read: Agachene, amulet, the death of King E, the death of Zhang family father and son, the vision of the death of the first emperor, Chen Taifei's madness.

Zhou Ziqin asked in surprise, "What is this?"

Huang Zixian said lightly: "It's something I have already found out."

"What? So much do you know the truth?" Zhou Ziqin looked at those things in amazement, couldn't help but hold her shoulders, so excited that saliva almost sprayed her face." Tell me quickly! Chonggu, please, I want to know the truth!"

"No, I can't tell you." Huang Zixia shook her head and whispered, "Zi Qin, this case is too terrible. Knowing the truth is tantamount to setting fire to your body, and it is harmful to you."

Zhou Ziqin roared: "It doesn't matter! I must know! Chao Wen Daoxi is dead!"

"No." Huang Zixia raised his hand and opened the hand he was pressing on his shoulder, looked at him seriously, and said, "Zi Qin, I have no father and no mother, so I don't care anymore. But your parents, brothers and sisters are there, if you What happened, if it hurts them, what are you going to do?"

Hearing his parents and siblings, Zhou Ziqin was stunned for a long time before he stammered and asked, "Really...Is it so serious?"

Huang Zixian nodded slowly, and said softly, "Even King Kui is implicated and cannot protect himself. Do you have confidence in yourself?"

Zhou Ziqin took a deep breath, and could only shake his head: "It's...really not."

She sighed, thought about it, got up and went to the inner hall to take out a scroll, and said, "Look."

Zhou Ziqin opened it and saw that on the thick jute paper carefully framed, there were three groups of weird graffiti. He was immediately stunned: "Isn't this the... the royal pen of the first emperor that Mr. Zhang asked me to look for several times?"