The Golden Hairpin

Wang Zongshi seemed to see something wrong with him, and raised his hand to pat his back lightly.

Wang Yun was shocked, and immediately thought that when the emperor is dead, the Wang family's luck for the next few decades will be tied to this. How can he be distracted to take care of other things?

He narrowed his mind, put everything behind him, and only looked at the emperor intently.

I saw the king and queen calm down, leaning over and asking the emperor softly: "What does your Majesty give to the prince?"

Hearing her mentioning the word prince, the emperor's breathing was heavy. He stared at the queen, and for a long time, he turned his gaze to Wang Zongshi, his throat creaked, and it took a long time to squeeze out the two words: "Yaner..."

Empress Wang immediately understood that he couldn’t believe in himself. After all, although the prince Li Yan was raised up by her, she and Empress Hui’an were sisters before, but their identities have now been exposed. He is just a person who has nothing to do with the Wang family. Prince Li Yan's relationship is no longer close.

She held the emperor's hand, knelt down in front of the bed, and said with tears: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Yan'er is my sister's child, and everyone in the court is known to all. He has long been established as a prince, and my Jie'er is five years old. Naturally, he is better able to ascend to the great treasure than the seven-year-old Jie'er. Moreover, Yaner's mother is the prince’s ancestor and daughter, as long as there is a royal family in the court, he will be able to ascend to the throne safely."

Seeing the situation, Wang Zong nodded and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, he is the only son of Queen Hui'an, and the eldest son of your Majesty. The old ministers and others will do their best to help the young master."

The emperor let out a sigh of relief. He turned his gaze to the face of the king and the queen, breathing quickly.

The Queen looked at his expression, but did not understand what he meant, so she leaned in front of his face and asked in a low voice, "What else does your majesty have to say?"

The emperor stared at her stunnedly, looking at her bright and charming posture for a long time, then closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

Wang Yun rode towards Yongchangfang, worrying deeply, silent all the way.

Chang'an has been under a curfew, and thousands of families are silent, only his horseshoes banging on the bluestone in the street, faintly echoing.

He looked up at the sky, the last quarter moon was thinly curved like a hook, and the golden-red moon in the deep blue night was like a wound with blood.

He stopped to look at the crescent, only to feel that the night wind was blowing and his body was extremely cold.

In the Wang's house, the voices were quiet, and only a lone lamp was lit in Huang Zixia's room. He clicked the door lightly, and asked through the door: "Zixia, can you stop?"

"Not yet, wait a minute." Huang Zixia's voice heard from inside, and then she came over and opened the door. Seeing her neatly dressed and not messy hair, Wang Yun knew that she hadn't rested, and asked, "Why haven't she rested yet?"

"I will enter Shu with you tomorrow, and I am checking things." She said, "Although I often feel that I don't have any long things, but somehow I don't know how to pack it, but I can't leave it behind."

Wang Yun looked inside and saw that the two or three packages she had packed were scattered on the couch. There were clothes and various sundries in it, but there was no scroll.

He hesitated for a moment, but didn't ask, only said: "I just want to come and tell you that tomorrow we may not be able to set off to Shu."

Huang Zixian looked at him in surprise and asked, "Something happened in the palace?"

"No...no." Wang Yun immediately shook his head. "It's just that tomorrow I will send the Buddha bone relics out of the palace to provide offerings in various temples. It is estimated that it will be another rush by then. I still can't get out smoothly. No, I was caught today. Catch it, let me go tomorrow."

Huang Zixia looked at his smiley face, then turned to look at the oblique moon on the horizon, without speaking.

When Wang Yun saw that she was just looking at the moon, he hesitated, and said, "Then...I have something else, so I will go back now..."

"Is it related to King Kui?" Huang Zi Xia asked lightly.

Wang Yun was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What?"

"It's nothing, I just said casually-I heard on the street that he came out of Zongzheng Temple and hosted the Buddha bone receiving ceremony. So I thought, you are still busy most of the night, is it related to him."

Wang Yun frowned, subconsciously denying: "No, it has nothing to do with him."

Huang Zixia looked at his expression, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

He felt his gaffe, and immediately explained: "Actually, I was thinking, I am your fiancé, you should pay attention to me, otherwise, I will be jealous."

Huang Zixia listened to his jokes and couldn't help but bowed her head silently and said, "Yes..."

"It's okay, just kidding. Look at your cramped appearance." Wang Yun said, shook her hand gently, and said, "In the past few days, we are welcoming the Buddha bones. I am afraid that someone will take advantage of the chaos. Rest more at home."

"Okay." She let him hold her hand, and obediently responded.

This well-behaved appearance made Wang Yun only feel his heart. The rose that looked like a **** was finally cut off, removing all the sharp thorns, and offering it in a crystal bottle. Today's Huang Zixia is also rare to be a weak and docile woman standing quietly in front of him.

He suddenly felt lucky and thought, maybe she wouldn't know. Perhaps now she has lost her parents and the help of King Kui. She already knows the terrible circumstances of the world. So she will give up everything in the past, leave those cases and corpses behind, choose a safe and stable path, and accompany her on the way.

Maybe she would turn a deaf ear to everything outside, and be an ordinary woman with a husband and a child. She would not go out of the door, she would be indifferent even when the dynasty changed. Even if something happened to the old master, she wouldn't give birth to too many sighs.

Huang Zixian sent Wang Yun out of the door and stood there for a long time in the dark.

Wang Yun walked to the alley and looked back at her again. She was dressed in light-colored clothes, standing in the dark night, the hazy night invaded her figure, leaving only a faint shadow, like a world covered by darkness, the only blank.

He felt his heart beating violently. There was an uncontrollable urge that made him want to run back to her and hold her tightly in his arms.

But he restrained it after all. He turned his horse's head and walked forward.

Over the years, everything about her has flowed like a spring in his heart. I knew from the time I was sensible, my fiancee who had been appointed; when he was fourteen or five years old, he heard her for the first time; when he was sixteen years old, he saw her for the first time and saw the lines on her profile. The drooping trumpet creeper is generally charming; when he was nineteen years old, he felt ashamed and resentful when he knew that she had poisoned the whole family for another man; at the reunion last spring, even if she was dressed as a little eunuch, his eyes still saw her instantly The outline of the fusion blends with the memory...

So far, she has loved one person, and another person, but still does not love him.

In this world, he, who is most qualified to get her, has never been able to get her heart.

Wang Yun walked through the dark streets of Chang'an, looking at the **** waning moon in the sky, and suddenly an idea came out——

Perhaps, only if King Kui is dead, will he have a chance.

When this thought came out, he couldn't help but slam the horse back, as if he couldn't believe it. But then, his heart beat suddenly again, he breathed deeply, looking up at the **** moon in the sky, and even the corners of his lips showed a smile——

He thought that the expression on his face must be exactly the same as the emperor's hideous smile at that time.

But what about this. Since then, there is no longer the person in her heart in this world.

"Zixia, don't blame me. I'm just acting on orders, helpless." He let out a long sigh, urging the horse towards the Daming Palace. He muttered to himself, under such a starry night sky, only his lips moved slightly. All the voices have dissipated in the night breeze before they were uttered: "Anyway, after tomorrow, you will have only one choice."