The Golden Hairpin

She involuntarily raised her hand, pushed Li Shubai away, and broke free of his arms.

Li Shubai's thin lips were slightly pursed, and it took a long time before he slowly lowered his arms that had been pushed away, and looked at her with a pair of deep and gloomy eyes.

She herself was stunned for a while. Before she could return to her senses, the distorted wailing sound came from her ears. It was the person who had been burned alive. His voice was stern and desperate, which made the heart tremble. She pulled Li Shubai's sleeve and asked hastily: "Can I get by and save people?"

Li Shubai looked at the turbulent crowd in front of him, frowning and said: "How is it possible."

In Jianfu Temple, there was an uproar in the sky. The true mage had already stopped teaching the scriptures. The disciples in the temple tried their best to maintain order.

Surrounded by the chaos of howling ghosts and howling wolves, Jianfu Temple has almost become an asura field. Countless people broke their hands and feet and injured their joints in this squeeze.

Even if someone brought water to put out the fire on that person, they couldn't squeeze him beside him in such a scattered crowd. Everyone could only squeeze while watching the extent of the person twitching and rolling on the ground. It became smaller and smaller, and the wailing sound became smaller and smaller, and finally made a sharp sound that was distorted not like a living person, and there was no more sound.

The frantic crowds in Jianfu Temple finally dissipated. People who fled to the main hall, under the corridor, and in the fish pond, some stroking their injured legs and groaning, some holding their dislocated arms cursing, and others with injuries to their heads and faces. He clutched his cheeks and stayed away from the side, pointed at the corpse that was still burning, and said with a trembling, "Here, is this God's condemnation?"

A man with a knocked tooth next to his mouth was full of blood, and he angrily spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and said, "In my opinion, it is the retribution that the true mage said, and he was struck by lightning!"

"I don't know who this is, and what evil things have usually done so that we have been affected for no reason. It is really unlucky!"

The people around were mourning and talking about this sudden disaster.

"I'm going to see that person." Huang Zixia saw that the surrounding chaos and crowds had passed, and there was an empty space over there, so she turned around and ran towards the burned person.

After he fell to the ground, he was still beside the burning corpse, and a large area had been vacated.

After the explosion, almost all the wax lumps scattered on the ground were burned, only some debris and embers, mostly bright red, quietly scattered on the ground, as if dripping blood.

The monk in the temple was rushing to the temple with water, and a bucket of buckets poured his head down, but the person who caught fire had already burned beyond recognition and stopped moving.

Under the dark and gray sky, only a giant wax with gold decals stood quietly, a scorched corpse, and a piece of residual wax, which looked very desolate.

Zhou Ziqin, who was squeezed out of nowhere, finally rushed back in embarrassment. Apart from anything else, he and Huang Zixia squatted beside the scorched corpse and studied the corpse: "The preliminary judgment is a man. It was burned like this. Height...invisible; age...invisible; skin color...invisible; characteristics...invisible..."

Huang Zixian interrupted him: "The deceased man was shorter and thinner. His complexion was fairer than that of ordinary people. He was not too old. He should be less than thirty. He was wearing a vermilion silk gauze **** gown with a black silk ribbon around his waist. He was preliminarily deduced as his identity eunuch."

Zhou Ziqin looked at the charred corpse in front of him, and looked at her incredulously: "Chonggu, you are so amazing! You can see so much of such a half-burnt corpse? Nothing else. Say, the clothes are all burned out long ago!"

Huang Zixian glanced at him speechlessly: "When it started to burn, didn't we all see it with our own eyes? Didn't you see his height, body, age and clothes?"

Zhou Ziqin shook his head silently: "Look at my fish and go."

"Then, although his voice is harsh and hoarse, it is definitely not as sharp as an ordinary man, do you hear it?"

Zhou Ziqin continued to shook his head, "I was overwhelmed by the noisy surroundings."

Li Shubai didn't know when he had already walked behind them. At this time, he frowned slightly and said, "Well, when he burned up, I also saw him. His appearance and clothes were exactly as Chonggu said, there was nothing wrong with him."

Zhou Ziqin muttered to himself in frustration: "It's only I haven't seen it..."

As if to comfort him, Li Shubai said, "However, before he burned, I didn't see him, nor did I notice that he was standing there."

"Thousands of people, he is standing alone in the crowd, he is small and thin, of course he can't see him." Zhou Ziqin said.

Huang Zixian frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then raised his hand to pick up a token beside the deceased.

This token is made of copper, and the ashes of his body still remain in the hole drilled on it. The token was blackened by the fire, but Huang Zixia held it in her hand, and at a glance she could see the five characters cast on it-"Princess Tongchang Mansion".

"Princess Tongchang Mansion?"

Li Shubai looked at the letter in Huang Zixian's hand and frowned slightly: "Could it be the **** in Tongchang Mansion?"

Huang Zixian turned the wet token in her hand, looked at the fine pattern on it, and said, "This token looks like it is real."

"Naturally, it is true. The craftsmanship of the inner palace, the wrong handwriting of gold and silver, can not be copied by outsiders." Li Shubai said.

Zhou Ziqin was still squatting next to the corpse, looking at the corpse expectantly, and muttering to himself, "What to do..."

Huang Zixia asked: "What should I do?"

"It's the first time in my life to study the body of an eunuch, what should I do if I am a little nervous?"

Both Huang Zixia and Li Shubai turned their heads to one side silently.

The rain finally started, at one or two o'clock, sparsely. But the big raindrops swiftly hit the human skin, and felt a slight pain.

The three of them avoided under the eaves of the main hall of Jianfu Temple. The lectern in front is still set up, but the altar table and futons on it have all fallen to the ground and are in a mess. Not far from the stage, there is a censer that was extinguished by rain. One of the huge candles beside the censer has been extinguished, and the other is left with only a foot of long reed core standing there, scattered around. Wax block.

In this grand ceremony at Jianfu Temple, with those lifelike dragon and phoenix patterns, the ceilings fell in disorder, all shattered in dust.

Someone walked quickly outside the temple, it was Cui Chunzhan, Shaoqing of Dali Temple. There was someone behind him holding a big umbrella for him, but Cui Chunzhan ignored it at all, walked up to Li Shubai quickly with a face of misfortune, bowed his hand to him, and smiled reluctantly: "Lord Kui."

"Cui Shaoqing came so fast." Li Shubai said politely.

"Isn’t it, I’m just finishing the official business, and I’m going to come here and listen to what the true mage says. I didn’t expect it to be halfway there. I heard that something went wrong at Jianfu Temple—I heard that it was the thunder from the sky, and it was hacked to death. A man?" Cui Chunzhan said as he motioned to Wu Zuo to inspect the corpse with Zhou Ziqin.

Huang Zixian replied: "Yes. At about the end of the hour, when the true mage was talking about retribution, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and smashed the giant candle on the left. At that time, many people nearby were knocked down by the wax block, and the wax block was dyed. Over-colored, the paint inside is mostly cinnabar, realgar, black oil, etc., which is very flammable when used on candles. Unfortunately, it is this flammable substance that caused the entire candle to explode into countless fireballs, and the man fell on it. The candlelight burned all over and died."

"Really? It sounds like retribution is imminent. I did something evil and was struck to death by lightning." Cui Chunzhan said with interest.

Huang Zixian was a little helpless to this Master Cui, who was the Shaoqing of Dali Temple but never cared about the case, so she looked up speechlessly and watched the light rain dripping outside the eaves.

Zhou Ziqin took Cui Chunzhan outside and recounted what happened at the time. The person behind him held up a big umbrella for Cui Chunzhan, but Zhou Ziqin didn't care at all. While talking, he walked over under the rain, while still pulling a few pieces of work, discussing how to examine a charred corpse.

Li Shubai and Huang Zixian stood side by side under the eaves, turning their heads to see the rain and wind splashing fine water droplets, which wet one or two strands of falling hair on her forehead, like one or two crystal beads dotted on her hair. In the meantime, her jade-like smooth forehead flickered, and there was a slight sense of dazzling fascination.

He raised his hand inadvertently, brushing his sleeves from her hair, and said, "Don't stand too outside, it's going to rain heavily."

Only then did Huang Zi Xia feel in a daze, that she actually stood side by side with him, not in harmony with Li.

She took a step back quickly, but her eyes were still fixed on Zhou Ziqin's body outside.

And Cui Chunzhan has already turned back, and increased the amount with his hands, a little disappointed: "It's really horrible, horrible... how can it be burned like this."

Li Shubai said: "Yes, for today's Dafa event, the court helped Jianfu Temple to prepare for it from last year to the present. I didn't expect such a thing to happen and it ended in such a bleak end."

"No, I don't know who this hapless person struck by lightning is."

Li Shubai said lightly: "It seems to be an **** in Tongchang Mansion."

"Huh?" Cui Chunzhan couldn't help showing a shocked expression. "The prince meant...Princess Tongchang?"

"Yeah." Li Shubai nodded slightly.

The unlucky gloomy expression on Cui Chunzhan's face became deeper.

Li Shubai turned her head and motioned to Huang Zixia, she quickly presented the token in her hand to Cui Chunzhan.

As soon as Cui Chunzhan saw the blackened letter, he cried and said, "It really is the **** of the princess's mansion? What if it is a close attendant next to the princess?"

"You can handle it impartially, and Princess Tongchang can't embarrass you." Li Shubai said.

"Yes..." Cui Chunzhan reluctantly nodded, but couldn't help but look unlucky.

The rain is getting heavier gradually. The people of Dali Temple set up a tarpaulin canopy to cover the corpse, but the water on the ground had already passed over the corpse. Everyone had to borrow a bamboo bed from the monks temporarily, put the corpse on the bamboo bed, and ran back one by one. Sheltered from the rain under the eaves of the palace.

Zhou Ziqin was covered in water, and the bright apricot-yellow clothes all over were beaten by the rain to resemble a wilting pumpkin flower, and he clung to him embarrassedly.

He didn't care, and excitedly approached Huang Zixia, and said, "Hey, Chonggu, that really is an eunuch! I have studied with Wu Zuo!"

Huang Zixian's face was black: "This still needs to be studied? Just look at it...you know, right?"

"That's not necessarily. There is no such thing. Maybe it's not an eunuch, but a woman?"

Li Shubai heard them talk more and more disrespectful, and coughed slightly beside him.

Zhou Ziqin shrank his neck and stuck out his tongue, still smiling.

Huang Zixian turned his head and didn't want to discuss this topic with Zhou Ziqin: "Is there anything suspicious about the deceased?"

"No, the deceased had no hair or beard. It was indeed burned to death. As for whether he was struck by the sky because he did bad things, or because by coincidence, I don't know. However, if it is from Tongchang Mansion, Maybe this matter will make a big deal. After all, the emperor really loves this princess, and everyone knows it."

Huang Zixian said: "Even if there is a big disturbance with Chang Gong, it shouldn't have anything to do with you or me."

"That's right, the sky is going to rain, and the thunderbolt is going to hit people. What can we do." Zhou Ziqin said, "And my father's burning tail feast is the day after tomorrow, and soon I have to follow my father to Shu. The land. Hey, the land of Shu is very good. Huang Zixia, whom I admire most, has left a lot of deeds on cracking strange cases there. If you have time, come to me and I will take you to have fun in Chengdu!"

Li Shubai glanced at Huang Zixia, who had already ignored what he said, and said, "You don't have to worry about this. I'm going to Shudi, maybe I might even start before you."

"Huh, really? Then we can travel together!" Zhou Ziqin said excitedly.

Huang Zixia calmly said: "No need, the prince and you are on business, it is best not to go together, so as not to delay each other."

"Ah...Although it makes sense, you are so indifferent to Chonggu! You can obviously refuse me..."

Huang Zixia didn't want to care about him anymore.