The Golden Hairpin

The outline of her and her own mother are a bit similar.

Before I knew it, I felt close to her. I had nothing to do and asked, "Nianniang, if I really want to learn the piano, which tunes should I learn from?"

"For beginners, "Qing Yi," "Chang Si," and "Dong Lei Ju" are all good tunes for beginners. People like them at the time. The melody is simple and easy to learn."

Huang Zixia suddenly remembered something and asked, "How about using "Liu Shui" to get started?"

"The little father-in-law was joking, it is very difficult to play "Liu Shui" well. Even my master played "Liu Shui" back then, I often lamented that I couldn't reach the realm, and I couldn't play it well."

"Then, is there any introductory song whose name begins with Liu Zi?"

Chen Nianniang thought for a while and said: "I have been in Jiangnan for so long and I have taught many repertoires, but I don't remember which piano music starts with Liuzi."

"What about those who are almost homophonic, such as Liu, Liu, Liu?"

"There is a Liuyao, but this is the Pipa Daqu. When it comes to Liu, there is also a folding willow, which is easy to learn."

Huang Zixian shook his head and said, "It's not a willow, but the first character is willow."

Chen Nianniang thought about it, and suddenly gave a soft ouch, and said: "There is really one song, easy to learn, but this song is soft and lingering, but it is popular in Yangzhou. Many girls like our Yunshaoyuan will play the piano at the beginning. I will also teach it when I learn it. The name of the song is called "Liu Mian". But like your father-in-law, you are from the middle of Beijing and you are in the royal palace. You must not know it."

Huang Zixia thought of the shy and shy Wang Ruo, rather embarrassed, and said, "I don't think so."

"I think so, this kind of tune is difficult to be elegant."

As the two of them were talking, Li Run's letter had been written and his seal had been stamped. Huang Zixia was familiar with Chang'an, so she followed Chen Nianniang to take the small portraits of her and Feng Yiniang, so that Chen Nianniang relaxed and gave the matter to her, and then casually opened the small scroll and took a look.

On the statue are two women, one sitting and the other standing. Sitting here is Chen Nianniang, and she painted very similarly, with vivid and vivid eyebrows. The standing person is leaning on Chen Nianniang, smiling brows and eyes, although he is in her forties, she still has an indescribable charm.

Huang Zixian stared at the woman in the painting and asked, "Is this Feng Yiniang?"

"Yes, my senior sister was born beautifully."

"It can be seen that Chunlan Qiuju are all beauties." Huang Zixia said slowly.

"My senior sister's graceful posture is extremely beautiful, but it is difficult to express in the portrait. When you see her, you will definitely understand." Chen Nianniang smiled.

Yeah, only by seeing it with your own eyes can you feel the amiable charm. Huang Zixia said, "You don't know that I just met her a few days ago, just outside of Chang'an. She was in the same car with King Kui's future concubine, Wang Ruo, and invited herself to go with her.

The daughter of Wang Ruo's family, who was traveling with a piano master from Yunshaoyuan, Yangzhou, always claimed that she was her family-Wang Ruo's strange things seemed to be quite a lot.

In this way, the so-called daughter of the deceased should be Wang Ruo? And why did Wang Ruo, a lady from a family of high-class girls who came from the Langya Wang family, know her parents and Feng Yiniang, and even entrust her to her to take them to Chang'an?

She thought for a while and decided that she was still wrong with Chen Nianniang. After all, there are many people in the world who look similar, so we should pretend not to know. Maybe there is the registration information of Feng Yiniang on the household department. Let’s see how Langya Wang’s family wrote about her identity. .

She put away the small portrait, said goodbye to Chen Nianniang as usual, and got into the carriage.

When Chen Nianniang got in the car, she remembered something, pointing to the little figure in her arms and saying: "I suddenly remembered that there was a mole between Yiniang's left eyebrow, and anyone who saw it would have noticed it."

Huang Zixia thought about the woman who was on Wang Ruo's carriage that day, but she only remembered that she was wearing a wiping forehead on her forehead, but she unbiasedly covered her brow.

She nodded and took note. The carriage started, heading towards the Ministry of Households.

The three provinces and six ministries of this dynasty are all within the imperial city. She entered the door of An An, and walked towards the Ministry of Housing. Governor Hu, who was on duty that day, was very enthusiastic and helped her check the files of women who have been in Beijing in recent months. In the end, it was either that she was out of age or her appearance, and she did not find a person named Feng Yiniang.

After thanking Governor Hu, she turned around as if she wanted to leave, and remembered something. She smiled awkwardly and approached the governor, and whispered: "Master Hu, I have a merciless request. I also want to ask you to help me. , I wonder if it can..."

"Little father-in-law, don't hesitate to give orders." King Kui is gaining power in the court nowadays, and Governor Hu naturally did not dare to neglect the people around him, and quickly handed over.

"That's it. Our prince has already hired the daughter of the prince's family, and we will get married soon. I also went to the palace a few days ago. Unfortunately, my memory is really bad. The people around the quasi-prince are all right. I gave my name, but I can’t remember any of them... I heard that those family members came to Beijing with our prospective princess. I wonder if the adults can do me a little favor and show me the family list. ?"

"It's a trivial matter." Governor Hu immediately turned around, pulled out a volume from last month's archives, and said, "I remember very clearly, last month the twenty-sixth, it was the household registration that Langya Wang asked me to register, and it was the fourth in his family. The girl in the room...yes, that's it. There are four people in total."

Huang Zixia quickly looked at that page, and saw that it was registered that the Wang family of Langya had moved to the four-bedroom queen Ruo to enter Beijing, accompanied by the servant girl Xianyun and Ran Yun, who were both fifteen years old; Jia Ding Luyi, thirty-five years old.

The household registration system in this dynasty is quite strict, especially the capital is at the feet of the emperor, and the people who migrated from other places need to report to the household department even if they live temporarily.

"Oh, there are only the names of these two girls. It seems that I have no choice but to scrutinize the others." Huang Zixia pretended to be frustrated, thanked Governor Hu again, and went to pack up his own things and leave.

When she put away the little statue, she suddenly turned her head and caught a glimpse of a small official next to the household looking at the little statue, showing a very surprised look.

She asked, "This lord, have you seen the woman in the painting?"

"This...I've seen something similar to her, but it's not necessarily..." He hesitated, seemingly unable to speak.

Huang Zixia quickly asked, "Where did you see it?"

The little official hesitated for a while before he said, "Yi Zhuang in the west of the city."

Yizhuang. As soon as these two words entered Huang Zixian's ears, she immediately frowned, with an ominous premonition in her heart. Those who appeared in the Yizhuang were handled by the Ministry of Households. Generally speaking, they were unnamed corpses.

Sure enough, the little official turned around and took out a booklet from the cabinet and said: "There are more than ten Youzhou refugees in the west of the city. There is a dead person who looks very much like the woman you are looking for..."

He spoke, opened the booklet, and read: "A certain woman of the deceased, unknown, about 40 years old, five feet three inches long, slender, very white skin, thick black hair, plump and long, left eyebrow There is a mole."

Mole on the left eyebrow.

Huang Zixian straightened up immediately, her voice hurriedly: "Is this corpse still in the Yizhuang now? Can you please tell me to check it out?"

The little official put the book back in, shook his head and said: "This is not going to happen. The group of people died of a disease. As usual, the body and the relics have been burned and buried."

"So...then there is no way." She said, carefully rolled up the statue, thanked the little official, and said: "It seems that I still have to follow the instructions and go to the capital to find out if there is something with this. There are similar people in the painting. If there is really no one, I have to tell the lady that maybe they are already dead."

She turned around and walked out of the household department and wandered all the way. She looked at the small portrait repeatedly and looked at the two smiling women above, silent, thinking about what Wang Ruo said before.

She said that I was selected as the princess, so the aunt hurried back to Langya to help me fetch the things for daily use.

Her expression at that time was slightly unnatural, and then she hurriedly added a sentence saying that she might not come back again when she is getting older, so she will stay in her hometown to take care of her life.

Not coming back. This is really not going back.

Huang Zixia thought of the pair of shallow pear vortices on Wang Ruo's cheeks, and the extremely cute and timid expression. He only felt that his expression was slightly trance, as if he was fascinated by the wisteria in front of the small pavilion.

Huang Zixian did not go to Chen Nianniang. She first returned to the palace of Kui, placed the statue in front of Li Shubai, explained the affairs of the household in detail, and pointed to her eyebrows: "Feng Yiniang and the female corpse, left eyebrows There was a mole in the middle. But that day, I couldn't see if the aunt who was with Wang Ruo had a mole between her eyebrows."

"Anyway, it's a place to start." Li Shubai showed a rare happy expression, and gently placed the glass bottle in his hand on the desk. The little fish in the glass bottle was slightly startled and waved the long tail.

"A luthier from a Kabuki theater from Yangzhou accompanied a woman from a high-class family to Beijing to elect her concubine, and then died among the refugees in Youzhou. It sounds like there should be a lot of things worth studying in it." Li Shubai obviously took it back for her. She’s very satisfied with her information. She is relieved to fear that there will be no chaos in the world and that things will not cause much trouble. "First, she used fake Geng Tie to forge her birthday, and it should be a very capable person to help her fake it, otherwise Impossible to pass the audit."

"Secondly, Wang Yun of the Langya family is not familiar with her, but her identity does exist. The old files more than ten years ago are not forged. As usual, the canonized princess wants to transfer her household registration to Chang'an. After that, it is indeed an old file many years ago and cannot be forged. It clearly states that the fourth room of the Langya King's young queen Ruo."

Li Shubai said, without looking at her, and slowly raised his third finger: "The above is what I think is wrong. Now tell me what you think is wrong."

Huang Zixia pulled out the hairpin from her hair and drew on the table: "Third..."

As soon as the voice fell, she quickly raised her hand again, gathered her scattered long hair, and then immediately tied it with a hairpin.

Li Shubai looked at her and did not speak. She put her head down and said, "I'm used to it. I always forget that I am a little **** now, with only a hairpin tied in my hair..."

"I can't remember one, two, three, or four." Li Shubai frowned slightly, and pulled a piece of Chengxintang paper from the case and threw it to her.

Huang Zixia took a pen next to him, sorted out his thoughts, and then wrote one, two and three on the paper one by one, saying: "Third, according to Chen Nianniang, Feng Yiniang was temporarily escorting the deceased’s daughter to Beijing, but Wang Ruo said Feng Yiniang grew up by her side since she was a child. Moreover, I did feel that they should have known each other before, because the princess had been playing piano since primary school, and her violin was probably taught by Feng Yiniang and she learned the first piece of music. It’s the tunes in the Yangzhou courtyard...such as "Liu Mian"."

"The hundred-year-old family of the Langya King actually asked a luthier who came out of the Yangzhou Kabuki theater to teach the girl this kind of music, and also asked her to accompany the female of the tribe to go to Beijing to be the candidate for the princess. This is the biggest doubt. In addition..." Li Shubai's eyes were slightly cold, and his voice was also Turning slowly and lowly, "Feng Yiniang's death may be because they realized that Feng Yiniang should no longer exist in this world, otherwise it may cause unnecessary trouble."

"But now the question to be confirmed is whether the dead woman who resembles Feng Yiniang is she. After all, there are often people who look similar in the world. A small portrait can't be proved. At that time, I didn't see the auntie next to the princess. Left eyebrow."

Li Shubai tapped his fingers on the desk, before he said: "From what I know about the guards in the household department, those who can be lazy and lazy can't be customized by burning the corpse deeply."

An ominous premonition rose in Huang Zixian's heart, and she couldn't help feeling that her scalp was a little numb. Sure enough, Li Shubai opened the drawer and threw her a little goldfish, and said, "Zhou's house next to Dong Zhongshu's tomb in Chongrenfang, you go to his young master Zhou Ziqin."

Of course, Huang Zixia still remembers the deeds of the young master of the Zhou family, who was determined to be the author. The ominous premonition is even stronger: "The prince wants me to go?"

He looked at her, the corners of his lips showed a slight upward arc. It's strange, she should be smiling at her, but it made her feel terrified, and she had a premonition that she would be kicked down the silt pond by the person in front of her immediately.

Sure enough, he said, "Of course, he and Zhou Ziqin dug up the body for a test."

Huang Zixia felt that she was about to collapse!

— "Prince Kui! I'm a girl! I'm a seventeen-year-old girl! You asked me to take a strange man to dig a corpse in the middle of the night?"

"Didn't you often follow your father to investigate crimes? I think you must have seen a lot of corpses." Faced with her accusation of blood and tears, Li Shubai did not move, and just glanced at her lightly from the corner of his eye. Say, in fact, you just yelled for things like vindicating your parents, and you didn't really want to do it at all?"

"..." Huang Zixia looked at the corners of his lips that had been slightly raised, and the look on his eyebrows that watched the show, and his heart was full of resentment, but when he heard him mention his parents, for a moment, the cold water topping seemed to be as cold as bones. It spread on her again.

Huang Zixia, didn't you have made up your mind at that time to put everything in the world aside. Only the blood feuds of your family were the reason for your survival?

After biting her teeth hard, she grabbed the little goldfish on the table, turned and left.

Li Shubai listened to the leaks outside, and said: "Go faster, the first day is coming soon, and the curfew is about to begin in Beijing."

She turned her head and yelled, "Get me a horse!"

He raised his hand to send her away: "Two horses, hurry up!"