The Golden Hairpin

Yuan Ye

Yushu Yinhua, people and moon reunion.

On the fifteenth night of the first lunar month, every family lights up. In spite of the thin snow, the streets and alleys of Yangzhou City are still hung in all kinds of lights. At the door of the big family, there are people who set up colorful sheds and set up lights and dances inside.

Yangzhou Yunshaoyuan, the most famous Kabuki theater in the south of the Yangtze River. At this time, under the bright moon, among the lanterns, there is a group of young girls singing and dancing. There are so many people standing by and watching the crucian carp across the river. Until the middle of the moon passes, the silk and bamboo orchestra will not stop, and the crowd will still be crowded. Only a pair of mother and child did not squeeze into the crowd, only looking for a higher place not far away.

The mother seemed to be under 30 years old, wearing a biluo robes, with clear eyes and bright eyes; a seven or eight-year-old boy next to him was wearing a azure green robes and carrying a fairy lantern lantern in his hands, a small His cheeks were picturesque against the red light.

The girl in Biyi smiled and watched the singing and dancing not far away. The little boy was not interested, only playing with the light in his hand, and said boredly: "Mother, why haven't you found the marzipan I want? Then we go find him. ."

The mother's voice was gentle and gently said: "Xuan Zhan, wait a minute, this song and dance reminds me of several old friends many years ago."

The little boy didn't look up, and said: "What kind of deceased person, either a murderer or a murdered person, do you and Dad have living friends?"

She smiled and raised her hand to rub his hair: "Nonsense! Where are Uncle Zhou and Uncle Wang? Don't your parents often take you to play with their children?"

"Forget it, that Zhou Xiaoxi running around holding a skull and Wang Kaiyang, who can't get on horseback and still want to be a general." Xuan Zhan dismissed, "Two crying ghosts."

"You used to cry more when you were young." His mother beat him mercilessly.

Xuan Zhan raised his head with a look of dissatisfaction about to argue, but saw a figure Xun Xun Mi approaching them. She was a woman in her twenties. She had a middle-upper appearance, but she was dressed in plain clothes and her hair was tightly tied into a snail bun. There was no floral decoration on it, making her look very gloomy.

Seeing her looking down and looking in front of them, the girl in Biyi asked, "What is the lady looking for?"

The woman didn't raise her head, but frowned and said, "Yes, my golden hairpin is gone."

The golden hairpin is so precious that it is not trivial for ordinary people to lose it. Xuan Zhan hurriedly raised his fairy Chengluan lantern and said: "There is snow all the way, I'm afraid it's hard to find, I will help you light the lantern."

"Oh, thank you very much." The woman in Tsing Yi finally raised her head and glanced at them. Seeing that the mother and child have a different temperament, unlike ordinary people, she hurriedly saluted and said, "I was alone in front of the lamp with my husband. As a result, I felt that the hairpin disappeared when my hair moved. My husband didn’t know that he hurt someone, so he asked me to go home alone to look for it, but I didn’t find it after I got home..."

While talking, she walked with Xuan Zhan under the willow tree in front of the hill.

The girl in Bi Yi stood on the hill looking at them. Xuan Zhan's lamp shone a gleam of light under his feet, and when the two of them walked under the tree, they saw the woman squatting down to take a look, and then there was a heart-piercing scream.

Xuan Zhan raised the lamp, shone the figure lying down under the willow tree, and shouted at her, "Mother, there is a dead man here!"

There were a lot of catchers patrolling the Lantern Festival, and there happened to be a team nearby. Hearing their voices, they came over immediately. Some stopped the surrounding crowd ten steps away, some checked the man lying on the ground, and some interrogated the woman with a booklet.

"He is my husband Liu Cheng, my surname is Wei, and they call me Xinniang..." The woman cried out of breath and almost carried her back. "He is a craftsman who trades jewelry. We evaded chaos to Yangzhou last year. , I live next to Huaishujing. Tonight we came out to look at the lamp. My golden hairpin was missing, so we turned back and looked for it. Who knows that I found the hairpin all the way to the house, but I didn't see the hairpin. I will find it again all the way..."

Xuan Zhan leaned against his mother with the lamp in his hand, listening to Xin Niang's words, watching the catchers inspect the male corpse. The corpse was a twenty-seven-year-old man. His throat was severed, and the splashed blood was covered by fragments of snow. He was lying on his side in the white snow, with a thin layer of snow on his hands. Holding on to a gold hairpin tightly.

This kind of golden hairpin is the style of five or six years ago, when it was fashionable for a while to engrave the name of a woman's boudoir on the hairpin. The characters engraved on this hairpin are plum seals. Although it looks elegant, the craftsmen who make the jewelry do not seem to be familiar with plum seals. The fonts are clumsy and they just write the strokes right. However, in the first half of the character, beside the sound, the seal type is carved like a pipa pattern, which obviously took a lot of effort.

Xuan Zhan gently attached to his mother's ear, and said, "It's a "rhyme" character."

She nodded and said, "The rhyme of seal characters is very similar to that of Xin."

A catcher pointed to the hairpin in the hands of the corpse and asked Xinniang: "Is this the hairpin you are looking for?"

Xinniang covered her face, tears falling from her fingers: "Yes...it's this one. It's obviously lost, and I can't find it everywhere. How could it be in his hands..."

He caught his head for a moment, looked at the traces on the snow, and looked at the hairpin in the hands of the deceased, and said, "There is no doubt that you killed your husband."

Xinniang suddenly weakened and collapsed to the ground. She shook her head desperately and screamed: "I, I didn't kill Ah Cheng! We have been married for many years and have been loving..."

The head catcher interrupted her impatiently: "When we came, we had already seen clearly. At that time there were only four lines of footprints on the snow, and the two lines that came and went were your footprints; the other two walked to the tree. The big line of footprints has been half submerged by the first snowfall. It belongs to your husband, while the small line belongs to this little child. It has been two hours since the snow has fallen. Your husband’s body is still warm. In other words, in the short time he died, no one except the three of you has been by this willow tree. This kid just came with you, of course not the murderer, so the only person who can kill is you. NS."

Another arrester next to him also said: "If you weren't the murderer, why did your husband die holding your golden hairpin in his hand?"

"I'm wrong, I...I didn't kill anyone!" Xinniang's face was as gray as death, but she could only shake her head desperately, but she couldn't say a word of excuse.

"Take it away." With a wave of the catcher's head, the catchers expertly took the chain and came over to lock the person.

Seeing that they pulled up Xinniang roughly, and couldn't help but say they were about to take her away, he frowned, glanced at the hairpin in the male corpse's hand, and pulled his mother's sleeve.

The Biyi woman patted him on the head and said loudly to the head catcher: "Brother, I don't think this lady is a murderer. I don't know if you have time, let me talk about my views?"

Catching glanced at her, dismissively: "Women's opinion, don't hinder official business."

Seeing him lightly, she only smiled slightly, took out a letter from her side and motioned to him, saying, "People from Prince Kui's Mansion, please give me your convenience."

The head catcher was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the letter was inlaid with gold and silver, it was indeed an imperial creation. He quickly led the crowd to salute her, and his voice trembled: "The name of King Kui shakes the world, and he has been admiring him for a long time. It’s just that I heard that Wang Kui took the princess away from Beijing many years ago, and occasionally one or two deeds were heard. After all, he was too far away from Yangzhou... This time, did the prince go to Yangzhou?"

She also said politely: "The prince is not here, I just went to Yangzhou to have something to do."

The head catcher hurriedly asked again: "I heard that the princess has solved strange cases in the past, and I admire it. I wonder if the princess is someone close to the princess? What do you think about this case?"

"I'm just thinking, if this case is really done by Xinniang, then why did she go back in a short time and ignite her upper body?" She avoided the question about her identity, only received the letter, and looked towards The corpse under the tree said, "Most of the footprints on the snow have been buried. She can clearly look at me from a distance and said that her husband left without standing under the tree. When it was a little later, all the footprints were covered by the snow. Cover it up, it’s not easy to predict the time of her husband’s death and come back. At that time, no one knows if anyone else had been here when her husband died. It’s easy to be classified as murder and robbery, isn’t it?"

Head catching nodded, but still said: "Some prisoners are so stupid, it's not that they haven't seen it..."

"Please allow me to say a few words to her." The Biyi woman said, walked to Xinniang's side, lifted her up, and helped her to brush off her forehead hair, and asked softly, "Who is Yunniang?"

Xinniang's already pale face suddenly became green at this moment: "You...how do you know Yunniang?"

The girl in Bi Yi said softly: "If you want to clear up your grievances, just tell me in detail."

"But... But we only left our hometown and came to Yangzhou at the end of last year. How do you know Yunniang..."

The girl in Bi Yi looked at her with a gentle and firm expression. Xinniang hesitated, her lips finally trembled and opened, and she murmured: "Yunniang was born with me, and she hugged me to give the patriarch a name. We are both in the same village. We are both surnamed Wei, and both are far and near. The relationship between us... When we were five or six years old, Yun Niang’s mother took Acheng, a lonely distant relative, A Cheng, and asked A Cheng and Yun Niang to book a baby kiss, so... Although the three of us always play together , But in fact, they are different..."

The woman in Biyi lowered her eyelashes, and only gave a faint "um": "However, you married Ah Cheng later."

"Yes...Originally, Ah Cheng and Yun Niang should be married. I also have a fiancé I have met a few times, so Yun Niang and I are preparing my dowry. Ah Cheng went to the city's gold store to learn crafts, and I and Yun’s family asked him to make a dowry with exactly the same hairpin for us and engraved our name.” She stared at the golden hairpin in her husband’s hand in a daze, with a bleak face, “Although this style is not fashionable now. Yes, but it was the first one in the village at that time, and we cherish it. Until now, I still hide it in the deepest part of the makeup box, and only wear it during the holidays..."

Xuan Zhan didn't understand these things and blinked boredly, but when he saw his mother listened carefully, he also carried his lantern and continued to quietly listen to Xinniang's story.

"At that time, Yunniang and I were busy sewing wedding dresses at home, so we never saw each other after we took the hairpin... But who knows, just before the wedding day, Yunniang received her from grandma. Oral message, she had bad legs and wanted to see her again before Yunniang got married. As a result, on the way to her grandma's house, Yunniang gave her a kick because of the heavy rain that had just been for several days. The mountain road was steep and the soil was loose. Step on the air...just..." Xinniang covered her face, almost unable to speak.

Xuan Zhan widened his eyes in astonishment.

Xinniang talked about the things so long ago, but she was still in pain, pounding her chest, and muttering in a low voice: "After Yunniang passed away...A Cheng lay on her grave, not eating or sleeping, and he should follow her. Go. And when I was dreaming, I dreamed of Yunniang. She told me that we love sisters, and now she can’t look at Ah Cheng, and ask me to help her take care of him. I have been dreaming for several days, and I feel helpless. Next, I can only tell my parents that I will marry Acheng instead of Yunniang. Everyone in the clan takes pity on Yunniang and Acheng, so I married Acheng..."

The people around listened to her confession and sighed secretly, but the girl in Biyi asked, "Has Yunniang's body been found?"

Xinniang nodded: "I found it in the valley that same day... fell to blood and blood..."

"Where is her hairpin?" she asked again.

"How can you find such a small thing after falling down the cliff?" Xinniang hid her face and sobbed.

The Biyi woman asked again: "What about your previous fiancé?"

"My sister married him, and now...their family is also very nice...Acheng and I had a good time..."

The Biyi woman turned her head to look at Liu Cheng's body lying quietly there, and said lightly: "Okay? Maybe you are fine, but your husband loves you, after all, you are not the one you love. Even if you are deliberate, you even killed your sisters. Yunniang can't grab her."

Xinniang heard her tone suddenly become cold, and for a while she had a cold war, her body curled up involuntarily: "You...you nonsense! How could I kill...kill Yunniang? You...you even rhyme. I don’t even know my mother, don’t talk nonsense..."

The catchers looked at her, even more incomprehensible. Just now they thought that Xinniang had killed her husband, she was the one who questioned it, but now she has concluded with a few words that Xinniang did kill someone, and that he killed someone who was already dead.

Everyone couldn't figure it out, and they could only look at each other, and no one said anything.

The Biyi woman continued, "Do you know why your husband died here suddenly? Because he knew the cause of Yunniang's death. Maybe he still loved Yunniang; maybe he just couldn't believe his pillow , Turned out to be a murderer; maybe he did live so lovingly with you that he didn’t have the courage to attack you directly. So he held your hairpin in his hand, so that even if he left with Yunniang, the government would still execute it. You, avenge Yunniang."

Xinniang's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and she looked crazy and terrible: "You nonsense! We, we are so affectionate, Ah Cheng has gradually stopped mentioning Yunniang in these years, how could he...think that I killed Yunniang? ?"

"What made him understand suddenly, maybe it was an action, maybe it was a sentence, maybe it was you hidden in the makeup box, this golden hairpin made by his own hands..." The Biyi woman pointed her finger at the golden hairpin. Hairpin, "You said that you don’t want to wear it at ordinary times, so you should wear it during the Chinese New Year, right? I think your husband should just take a closer look at the hairpin that he personally played during the Chinese New Year this year, and then Understand everything..."

Xinniang trembled and stared at the hairpin in Ah Cheng's hand with wide-open eyes, but couldn't even say a word.

The Biyi woman walked to the side of the corpse, picked up the hairpin, and slowly said: "You said Yunniang was a person who fell down on the mountain road. Isn't this true? Because, at the time, she There must be another person by his side, and that is—you."

Xuan Zhan held the lantern with his mouth wide open, and looked at his mother brightly. The catchers also forgot to speak, and just looked at the hairpin in her hand and listened to her to continue.

"Gold jewelry is the most expensive dowry. Grandma wants to meet Yunniang before she leaves the pavilion. Of course, she will take the golden hairpin that her fiance gave to her to show her grandma. Maybe it's on that steep mountain road, you catch up. But I guess you didn’t push Yunniang down all at once, and the two of them fought for a while, so your golden hairpins were scattered during the tearing, and your golden hairpins fell along with Yunniang. At the bottom of the valley, her golden hairpin fell to the ground. But you mistakenly thought it was your own golden hairpin that fell on the ground. Why do you call your names so similar, and the plum blossom seal is so difficult to recognize..."

The girl in Biyi crossed the golden hairpin in Xinniang's hand and handed it to her, saying: "You should not be literate, let alone the plum blossom seal character. But people who have learned it can see at a glance that this character is not yours. The word'Xin', but the word'Yun' of Yunniang. The characters on the golden hairpin are so small and the fonts are so similar. There are not many people who know the plum seal, even your husband, a long time later, Suddenly I saw clearly... It turns out that this is Yunniang's hairpin."

Xinniang sat on the ground witheringly, clutching the golden hairpin tightly in her hand, and staring at her husband, she knelt down and wailed.

"You said that since you started preparing your dowry, you and Yunniang never met again. Then, when did the dead Yunniang's hairpin reach your hand?" The Biyi girl looked at Xinniang. The voice was flat, "You grew up together. When you got married, it was supposed to be the most reluctant time for each other, but why didn't you talk to each other? Presumably at that time, it was already privately unpleasant for Ah Cheng. However, even if you will eventually The good sister’s fiance grabbed the hand, and you just persecuted the lives of the three of you."

Xinniang firmly held the golden hairpin, which pierced deeply into her palm, but she didn't seem to feel anything, she just sat in a daze, motionless.

"However, the only thing I don't understand is why you brought your own hairpin when you went to Yunniang? You shouldn't have brought it with you, otherwise you won't be confused at that time."

"I...I don't want to kill Yunniang. I chased her on the mountain road. I just wanted to beg her to make me a little bit. Even if...even if I'm a small one..." Xinniang said in a difficult voice, "I take it. With my hairpin, I want to say that we can be the same, grow up together, and have the same dowry. So if she is reluctant to let me go, then it’s okay to marry a man together, isn’t it..."

The Biyi woman took a deep breath and said softly, "No."

Xinniang was holding her chest, her breath was boiling and painful, but her sobbing gradually stopped. The golden hairpin in her hand has pierced her heart.

"You're right...no. She...rejected me in one bite. I pushed her and I didn't know that the mountain road had been washed away by the rain... and she just stepped on the air..."

The arresters rushed up and pulled her hands away, but the heart was stabbed, which was obviously more awful. Xinniang glared at the Biyi woman in front of her, as if she wanted to ask something, but after all she fell down.

Two corpses, a chaos. The couple who had been arrested were brought together, head to shoulder, shoulder to shoulder, if they didn't look at the wound, they seemed to be cuddling with each other.

The Biyi woman sighed softly, took the child's hand, turned and left.

Xuan Zhan was still holding the lantern in his hand, and a short candle was about to burn out. In the candlelight, he looked back at the crowd under the willow trees on the snowy ground. He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked: "Mother, there is another question, you haven't answered it."

She looked down at him and blinked.

"Because my mother said that her husband committed suicide, but there was no murder weapon at hand at the time, how did he commit suicide?"

"If there is a murder weapon, isn't it a suicide? Of course the murder weapon will be hidden."

Xuan Zhan quickly grabbed her hand and asked, "Where is it hiding? Why didn't I see it?"

"Of course I can't see it. Did you forget? Xinniang said that she used to put the lights under the tree with her husband, but when we went, it was dark there. Where were the lights?"

"Where is it?" Xuan Zhan thought suspiciously, and when she saw her looking up at the sky, he followed her.

Above the sky where the snow was falling, there was a little bright light, faintly flickering. That is the sky lantern that has been put up by people, and it is projecting onto the unknowable nine heavens.

"He's a jeweller, and it doesn't take much effort to make a very light and thin knife."

Xuan Zhan listened to his mother's words, opened his eyes wide, staring at the fading light in a daze.

The falling snow, together with the soaring sky lantern, was covered by an umbrella. He saw his father's smiling face and looked down at him.

The mother smiled and took the big umbrella in his father's hand and held it high.

Father picked him up, and helped him gently chuckle his cold little hand.

The family walked to the brightest place. Xuan Zhan snuggled in his father's arms and murmured: "Father, I want to sue you, mother is nosy again."

"Well, that's okay. There was her wherever there was a murder, and I found you all at once."

"Father, my mother is amazing today, and two murders were solved in two or three strokes, one today and the other many years ago."

"She has always been so good, doesn't Xuan Zhan know?"

"Father, I'm also very good. I recognized the plum blossom seal character you taught me at a glance. So if it wasn't for me, today's case would not be solved!"

"Oh? It seems that Xuan Zhan is better than my mother. Your mother was already twelve years old when she became famous, but you were just eight years old."

"That's it! In the future, the whole world will know a name-Li Xuanzhan!"

Extraordinary: Zhaoyang Sunshine (1)

(1) The dragonfly flies on the jade and scratches its head

Wang Shao entered Prince Yun's Mansion on a rainy spring afternoon.

The depressed and moist breath heralds an upcoming rainstorm. Wang Lin asked if she needed to be served by herself, but she refused. She was ready to face the unpredictable future alone, and she didn't need another person to know her secrets.

There are already four maids in Prince Yun's Mansion, and she is the fifth.

Among the four royal ladies, three wore light and warm colors such as apricot, rosin, and calamus. Only one wore an orange-red shirt, which was different from the others and looked particularly scorching.

Flowers bloomed all over the jade railings, scorching scorching in such weather. The woman in the orange dress stood under the tree, as bright as the color of the flowers.

Wang Shao bowed to them, thinking in his heart that she must be Guo Wan. A well-known beauty in Chang'an, with a vivid face, a great double decade, Guo Wan, who has been with King Yun for the longest time, among all the princes.

Wang Shao smiled and stood in front of them in a pure and supple posture, letting King Yun take his hand. Guo Wan, who had illuminated the palace of King Yun for many years, had become a bleak yellow flower of tomorrow from the first moment when Wang Shao stood here.

The rain that had been holding back for a long time finally fell. The first drop of rain fell on Guo Wan's cheek, and she watched Wang Shao's pupils shrink like a cat.

A woman's natural alertness when she sees natural enemies.

"That Mrs. Guo is the old man next to King Yun, right?" When removing makeup at night, she casually asked people around her.

Yongling, who helped her comb her hair, replied unhurriedly: "Yes, she was the first to be erected among all the maidens of Prince Yun's Mansion. Moreover, she grew up with King Yun in the palace since she was a child. After going out of the palace, she also came out, and she has deep feelings so far."

"My sister... When Wang Ruren got married, I heard that she lived here?" Wang Shao, with long hair, stood up and walked to the court, looking at the flowing water in the small pond in the courtyard.

Yongling nodded and said, "Yes, the prince is very important to his wife. You are here specifically to live here, one higher than everyone else."

She tilted her head slightly, looked at the slowly flowing water in front of the court with a pair of blindfolded eyes, and said slowly: "Don't dare to say that. , I am ashamed."

"How can you be ashamed? This king let you live here," someone behind laughed. "Also, there is nothing to come first, so don't be too weak to be bullied."

Wang Shao turned his head to see King Yun, bowed his head in salute, lowered his eyelashes and just smiled.

King Yun took her by the hand, looked at her carefully, and whispered: "When I saw you at your house that day, I couldn't believe that there would be a beauty like you looking at you now. , I still can't believe it... The royal family, they have protected you so well, they have never revealed your existence."

"I've been in poor health since I was a child, so I gave up on Taoism. I thought...I was going to waste my time." Wang Shao smiled slightly.

"So, by fate, you have waited until now to be my person."

She snuggled against his chest with a smile, and quickly passed through what she knew about this man in her heart. He was expelled from the Daming Palace when he was young. What the future holds is still unknown.

She had never seen such a person in Yangzhou before. What he needs is a simple and weak woman who grows attached to him, so that he can find the feeling of pride in life in the long-term frustration.

What does it matter if you play another person and live a life of false affection? Anyway, I don't love the people in front of me. This is just a means by which I live for a better life.

So when she was pulled onto the bed, she was too shy to even lift her face. She thought of when she was young, the master said, "Bangzhi, your talent for playing the pipa is the only thing I have ever seen in my life." But even if she has the only talent in a million, she still practices pipa every day and night, and never stops for a moment. . Because she thought, this is something she depends on for her survival, she must cherish it.

And now, it's time for her to cherish the man in front of her.

Her clothes faded lightly, and she closed her eyes and hugged this person she didn't know, soft and obedient, just like cherishing her chance of rebirth.

The rain outside the corridor finally started, gently and slowly, lingering and lingering.

The mist and mist in front of her were entangled, and she saw Cheng Jingxiu in the dimness, still the same as when she first met. He gave her a deep gift and said that the girl is the only beauty I have seen in my life, so please allow me to draw a picture for you.

At that time, she was arrogant and naughty, thinking that she was another man who had found an elegant excuse to approach her, so she only glanced at him, took off a hairpin she had worn out and threw it into the river beside her, saying, if you can help me Words to retrieve this hairpin.

He looked at her in the sun, with a helpless and conniving smile.

She still remembers that that day, it also rained like this. She was worried that the roses in the garden would be damaged by rain and dew, and she would get up early the next day. And Cheng Jingxiu, already standing under the rose flower in front of the court, waiting for her, he was wet all over, and what he held in his hand was her hairpin.

Life is really strange. If she hadn't seen her embarrassed under the rose blossoms that day, only a pair of clear-eyed Cheng Jingxiu would she still live in Yangzhou, a pipa in Yunshaoyuan, accompanied by her flowery youth, let down the time.

Everything seemed to melt into dust and smoke, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

She was left groaning softly under the other person, and two lines of tears shed as he hugged her tightly, as if the first blooming flowers could not withstand the storm at night. The pigeon blood hidden in the wax pellets stained her brocade clothes, turning red, and the pain coming up in her chest and disgust with herself made her secretly nauseous.

In the end everything subsided, and she was alone in the quiet night with her eyes open, listening to the sound of rain outside, like drops beating on her heart.

Wang Lin told her that Cheng Jingxiu had left the capital with Xue Se. He has always been a tolerant and gentle man, knowing that he will become her stumbling block, so he buried everything in his heart and left.

For a moment, she felt sorry for him. But then she thought, how could he be worthy of her? In the past few years, two people who shouldn't be together have paid each other's youth by mistake, and finally found that neither can give each other what they want.

In this world, the only person she is sorry for is her snowy color.

Snow color... Snow color.

Soft, small, a piece of flesh that fell from her body, and the little snow contained in the plum stamens, fearing that the sun's rays would melt on it, such a delicate daughter. From now on, she will never see her mother again.

Because, her mother is unsympathetic and resolute.

She thought, raising her elbows to bury her eyes, and lying curled up on the Liuli Qibao Agarwood bed.

She was next to another man and said to herself, Mei Banzhi, you have to live well. Just to love the splendid prosperity, you have done things that are not as good as animals. If you don't live happily anymore, the world will not tolerate it!

(2) The reflection of the terrace in Furong Marsh

The room where Wang Fu lived was gorgeously decorated, which was too complicated and depressing.

When Wang Shao first entered the palace, Wang Shao always wore light-colored clothes, light green, goose yellow, and pale blue. She knew that this would make herself appear more slender and weak, dilute her own scorching elegance, and look more like it. Maiden.

Most of the decorations in the house were removed by people, and the furnishings in the house were also kept clean.

When Wang Yun asked, she only held the book left by Wang Fu and smiled awkwardly: "My sister's room is not suitable for me to live in. I dare not to furnish it more gorgeously."

"At a young age, don't be overly well-behaved like this." King Yun joked with her.

She lowered her head to read the book with a smile, so as not to reveal the faint ridicule in her eyes.

The petals of a poppy in the album faded to yellow, and slowly fell as the paper turned.

She held the petals in her hands and looked at it, while reading the words on that page indifferently.

Don't be spoiled now, can forget the past. Seeing flowers full of tears, does not share the words of the king of Chu.

It is "Mrs. Xi" by Wang Wei.

She felt that her chest seemed to be stabbed by random needles. It was not painful, but gradually bleeding. However, a gentler smile appeared on her face, and King Yun beside her could not help but stretch out his hand to embrace her, kissed her in the ear, and said: "It's really a little girl's state of mind, a piece of withered petals, what's the matter? good-looking."

She lowered her long eyelashes, making her lips bend even more. Her gaze saw two scribbled words to save me in the cracks under the pages of the book.

Such messy strokes can't hide the original gracefulness.

It was the handwriting of Wang Fu she had been familiar with in recent months.

She calmly leaned against King Yun's shoulder, and put the poppy petal back to its original place, covering the two small characters.

The late autumn has been introduced, and the fallen leaves are chaotic. She picked up a maple leaf next to her, flipped the book slowly, and found a place to put it in again.

King Yun hugged her shoulders and whispered:"

"You are weak, so go back to your room to avoid headaches caused by the wind.

She nodded and agreed, and she was standing up from the corridor holding his hand, but she was dizzy and leaned softly on his body.

King Yun hugged her quickly and asked: "What's the matter, is it really a headache from being blown by the wind?"

Before she spoke, she covered her mouth and retched.

The baby in her womb is more than a month, just when she needs to raise her baby carefully.

Guo Wan was the first to visit her, and the nurse next to her was holding her daughter's spirit emblem. She carried the spirit emblem to her bed, let the child sit next to her, and smiled: "When I was born with the spirit emblem, it was really smooth, so I brought her here today, and I hope the child in your stomach will be the same as the spirit emblem. , Don't toss mother."

Wang Shao smiled, stretched out his arms to hold the spirit emblem, and said, "Thank you sister Ji Yan." Her hand pressed the child's knees and shoulders very accurately, so that she could not touch her belly anyway.

Ling Hui seemed to feel the pain. She watched her for a long time with her big eyes open, and silently crawled back to Guo Wan's side and buried her face in her mother's arms. She is four years old, but she still can't speak, which is worrying.

The other three maidens in the palace also arrived one after another, giving away all kinds of things for the children, and for a time there was a friendly atmosphere of sisters’ affection.

In addition to the princess, the prince of this dynasty can marry two ruins and ten maidens. Now the only ruling Wang Fu has passed away. The couple of them have nothing to do with each other. They rarely meet each other and are very polite. But now she was pregnant, and the Langxie King's family was behind her, and the smiles on everyone's faces were very different from the past.

When they left, Wang Shao looked at the things they gave, but they were gold bracelets and silver locks, nothing surprising.

It seems that in this Prince Yun's mansion, the most courageous person so far is still herself.

That night, she lay down early, but was awakened by a whimper in the middle of the night. She stood up and called Yongling, but did not respond. Hearing the constant crying outside the window, feeling irritable and helpless, he got off the low bed, holding a silk lamp, and opened the window to look out.

Extraordinary: Zhaoyang Sunshine (2)

The winter night wind blows through the corridor, dry and cold. ? On the pond opposite the window, there is a white shadow floating in a trance on the dark water wave.

Wang Shao took off the silk lampshade and quietly blew out the candle inside.

In the darkness, the white shadow appeared clearer. The rippling waves swayed, in a trance, illuminating the shadow of a woman in white.

It was far apart, and there was only a little blurry wave in the darkness, only to see that she was slowly floating and slowly spinning on the water.

His face couldn't see the facial features, only his skin was as pale as his clothes.

In the quiet room, she stood alone, darkness enveloped her, deathly quiet.

She took a deep breath, making her voice as horrible as it was forced out of her chest: "Come here! Come!"

No one responded. She threw the lamp in her hand on the corner of the wall and looked up in the faint light ahead. The white shadow of the woman was slowly spinning, floating in the water, dancing strangely, for a long time, ups and downs. The ground is gone.

Yongling and some maids finally ran in from the next room and asked repeatedly: "Madam, what's the matter? But have you had a nightmare?"

Wang Shaozhi