The Golden Hairpin

They walked out of the Yongchun Temple, mounted their horses and left the Daming Palace through the Jiaomen. When he was about to walk to the palace of King Kui, Li Shubai suddenly asked, "So, it is already certain that the corpse of Yongchun Temple is Jinnu?"

She has a brisk voice: "Yes, I can be sure."

"What about this new body now?"

"I basically know it." She was confident, turned to look at him, and said, "The cause of all this is because you saved the two girls in Xuzhou three years ago."

Li Shubai stood still and cleaned up the evil, standing in the early summer atmosphere at this time, thinking for a long time, and said nothing.

After a long time, he finally raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head and looked at Huang Zixian with a pair of deep and distant eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Could it be that... it was that person?"

Huang Zixia nodded and said, "Other than that, no one else has any chance."

Li Shubai frowned slightly and said, "If this is the case, this would definitely be another storm for the Tang court."

"It's nothing, the dynasty has always been very tolerant, isn't it?" Huang Zixia sighed and said leisurely.

Li Shubai pondered for a long time and said, "If I persuade you to give up, what do you think?"

Huang Zixian was silent, bit her lower lip and looked at him, and said, "This incident started because of you. If you want to give up, I have nothing to say."

"But...Is it really that?" He sat on the body, looked up at the unreachable long sky, and let out a long sigh. His eyes were deep and far away, as if he wanted to look at the furthest point in the sky and see the deepest view there, "You will feel unwilling to bury such a secret?"

"It has nothing to do with secrets." Huang Zixia followed his gaze, looked at the sky quietly, and said, "I just want to tell the truth, for Feng Yiniang, Jinnu who died unjustly, and those few who died silently in Chongren. The beggar in Fang asked for justice."

Li Shubai raised his head and said nothing, only watching the light between the leaves change little by little, and seeing it, it will be dusk again.

He spoke slowly and said: "In fact, if the main culprit is the person behind the scenes, maybe this time you expose the culprit, it is still your great opportunity."

Huang Zixian stared at him in surprise. And he looked back at her with a slight expression of calmness: "I will help you make this happen. You just need to tell the truth about everything you know-no matter what, I will save your life."

She looked up at him slightly. At this time, it was the setting sun, Di Evil and Na Fusha returned to the familiar Prince Kui Mansion, struggling happily. And they, who were riding on the horse, didn't feel that they were getting closer, as if they could even feel the breath of the other person.

Huang Zixian subconsciously turned around Na Fusha, left half a foot away from him, and whispered, "Thank you, Lord."

In the sunset, the two figures dragged into two long lines. The distance was so close, but there was always a gap that was difficult to fill.

The white spirit banners slowly swayed with the wind in the rainy weather, the paper money floated up and down like snowflakes in the courtyard, the Taoist priests lightly recite the mantra of the Supreme Rebirth, accompanied by the mourning of Xianyun and others, Wang Jiameng was in a place. In the air of sorrow.

When Li Shubai arrived with Huang Zixia, the grief of the Langya family had already begun.

Wang Ruo's spiritual position is placed in the center of the mourning hall, and joss stick offerings are placed in front of the spirit. Although Wang Ruo's death happened suddenly, Wang Yun was an extremely capable person, and he worked in an orderly manner.

Li Shubai took Huang Zixian and finished the incense before the spirit, the Wang family saluted him and thanked him. He returned the ceremony and said to Wang Yun: "It happened suddenly, you must have been working hard these days."

Wang Yun was wearing a plain silk shirt with a layer of sackcloth, but after all, the deceased was just a clan girl who didn’t know much since he was a little girl. Although there seemed to be hidden worries on the face, he did not see much sorrow. He just said, "It’s me. Something inside."

The maid in the mourning hall cried and the atmosphere was depressed. Li Shubai walked outside the door with him, stood on the steps under the eaves, and asked: "Have her parents and brothers arrived yet?"

"When the incident happened suddenly, where could I have time to respond? It could only be that the advance person went home to report the funeral and asked her family to greet her in Langya."

Li Shubai asked again: "Can there be a cemetery in a hurry?"

"The old aunt of the clan chose a cemetery for herself. It has been repaired, and now I let it go to her first."

Li Shubai was silent, his gaze turned back and looked at the coffin placed behind the mourning hall. The black lacquered coffin with a corner of it was already covered, and it was obvious that it was not ready for people to pay respect to the remains-such a face was indeed unnecessary.

Standing behind Li Shubai, Huang Zixian clearly felt that they were both considering how to speak logically and stop the body that was about to be transported out of Beijing.

Just as the two were about to speak, the outside concierge ran in and walked in front of Wang Yun breathlessly, barely letting himself speak smoothly: "Young...Master! The emperor and the queen came to pay their sacrifices."

Upon hearing this news, let alone Huang Zixia, even Li Shubai was surprised. After all, the queen is a member of the royal family. It is excusable to come to worship the clan sister, but why did the emperor come here?

Only Wang Yun was calm and complacent, apparently the people in the palace had known that he would have passed his home.

However, when he saw that Wang's family had forgotten to mourn, each and every one of them went to the door to greet the imperial driver, and even the young people of several tribes were still happy, Huang Zixia suddenly understood.

No wonder the legend in the palace says that the emperor is gentle and smooth-tempered. Compared with him, the king and queen are more prestigious. He will agree to all the requests of the king and queen and never disobey. For example, last time the Queen asked the Miyagi Defense Department and Kui Palace guards to guard Wang Ruo at the same time at the same time, the emperor allowed it with just one sentence. Jingzhong jokingly said, "Today is noble, the queen is martial arts"-the way the two get along is surprisingly a replica of Gaozong and Empress Wu.

Therefore, even if the queen asked the emperor to come to the king's house to pay a sacrifice for the sake of the king's momentum, it would not be a difficult task, it is probably just a sentence.

The arrival of the empress was a micro server, with only dozens of people accompanying her. Both of them were plain white tapestry uniforms. The emperor wore a white gauze cap, and the queen wore pink and white beads on her head. The pure body showed her ink-dyed hair, lacquer-like eyes, and thin rouge. The stained lips looked like a misty **** in the picture, too beautiful to make it impossible to see everything around her clearly.

The emperor went to the mourning hall together. The queen gave Wang Ruo a stick of incense, and the emperor asked Wang Lin, the Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry, to ask about the progress of the case. Knowing that he still has no clue, he said displeasedly: "There is something like this in the Daming Palace. It's really unprecedented. As a scholar of the Criminal Ministry and a mainstay of the Wang family, I believe that he will pay more attention to this case and will not delay the case of Cheng Nianchen in the end."

"Yes, the humble post has always been in contact with Master Cui of Dali Temple, and he is also helpless at the moment." Wang Lin is a relative of the deceased and cannot preside over this case by law, so Cui Chunzhan is the person in charge of this case.

The emperor waved his hand to signal him to retreat, looked up and saw Li Shubai, smiled and signaled him to go out with himself.

Huang Zixia followed Li Shubai, and as the two walked outside the mourning hall, she felt much more comfortable after she escaped from the smoky environment.

The emperor said: "Fourth brother, what do you think about the Wang's daughter this time?"

Li Shubai said: "Fate is impermanent, and time is often unexpected."

The emperor glanced at him and said, "I am in the palace and have heard many rumors that this matter is related to Pang Xun. What do you think?"

Li Shubai shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not necessarily."

"Oh? The fourth brother is already sure about the case in his heart?"

"I'm busy every day, but I haven't noticed anything. It's just that the **** Yang Chonggu next to me has some ideas about this matter." Li Shubai turned his head and gestured, and Huang Zixia hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Yang Chonggu, isn't it the little **** who broke the Beijing Four Plan last time? It's a personal talent to be able to understand such a mystery clearly and accurately from a few words from others!" The emperor also remembered her. You Xin, "I wonder if this time, what did he find?"

"From her point of view, this matter has a wide range of implications. The time span from Chang'an to Yangzhou from 16 years ago to the present day cannot be summed up in a few words."

The emperor's expression was slightly surprised: "I was very surprised to hear that Pang Xun's old ministry had revenge before, but now it sounds like the inside story is more profound than this?"

"Yes. Moreover, the messenger behind the scenes may even affect the court and the royal family, implicating a family of hundreds of years."

The emperor looked at the mourning hall behind him and said slowly: "It's just the death of a woman. There is such a huge inside story behind him? Don't make a mistake."

"My minister dare not." Li Shubai said.

The emperor turned his head and glanced at Huang Zixian, his eyes were quite meaningful.

Inside the mourning hall, smoke filled with grief.

Twenty-four Taoist priests have finished reciting the 108 times of the Supreme Rebirth Mantra. The Taoist chief holds the peach wood sword in his right hand, and the golden bell in his left hand shakes lightly. Thunder, the gods and ghosts follow. That is to say, set off, trek through the country, all grievances are resolved, the blood disappears, the green lotus settles the wisdom, the soul is forever. Anxious like a law."

The eight strong family members waiting around responded, took the twine and went forward together, tied the coffin, and lifted out the door.

"Wait a moment."

A voice sounded in the hall, but the sound was not loud, but everyone heard the source of the sound. In the silence, all eyes were on Li Shubai's body. Out of awe of him, the sparse voice suddenly disappeared.

He walked into the mourning hall, raised his hand and stroked the coffin twice, then took out a white jade bracelet inlaid with gold from his sleeve, and said: "This is what I was going to do for the princess on the wedding day, who Knowing that if the king is so jealous that he is dying of jade among the heavy guards. This is very weird, and it is naturally impossible for humans to do. I know that if the king is tired of me, he is killed by the ghost of Pang Xun. So this bracelet I still want her to be brought into the underworld, so that everyone knows that although Wang Ruo had never been my wife before his death, I still want to give her a promise after death!"

Everyone present was stunned. They didn't expect that the indifferent and ruthless King Li Shubai, who was legendary in Beijing, would actually have such a deep affection for the tragic death of the prospective concubine.

Wang Lin hurriedly said: "Thank you Wang Kui for your love, Wang Clan Langya is grateful! Let's open the coffin..."

"Wang Kui's thoughts are really touching." Another voice slowly interrupted Wang Lin. The voice was gentle and mellow, and it was as beautiful as the master. It was Wang Yun who stepped out of the crowd and saluted Li Shubai, saying, "However, Aruo is now in a bad shape, I am afraid he can no longer wear the prince's golden jade bracelet."

Li Shubai said lightly: "So I chose this one from that batch of jewellery. The gold buckle can be unlocked and should be able to be worn."

He broke the bracelet into three pieces and handed it to Huang Zixia: "The Wang Ruo in my memory is a beautiful woman like a peach and plum. I don't want to see her as she is now."

The corners of Huang Zixian's lips twitched slightly, and it seemed that the important task of touching the palm of the female corpse finally fell on him.

However, the hall was quiet, and Wang Yun no longer stubbornly objected. Several domestic slaves lifted the lid of the coffin and moved a one-foot-long gap to let Huang Zixia reach in.

Huang Zixian took the gold-inlaid jade bracelet in her hand, touched it in quietly, and then held the festered hand of the female corpse.

In the early summer, the body was slightly decomposed, and it felt like mud. She gritted her teeth, grabbed the half-corrupted sticky wrist, turned her head and said to Li Shubai: "Master, the servant has something to say."