The Golden Hairpin

"Seven brother, what's the matter with you?" Zhaowang asked him.

But he actually couldn't even care about King Zhao's questioning. He only pointed at the painting with trembling fingers, and his voice couldn't be restrained, and his voice was a little stagnant: "That painting...what is that painting?"

Zhang Xingying looked back and quickly said: "It was a painting given by the emperor when my father went to the palace to diagnose the pulse of the emperor."

Zhao Wang smiled and said, "Xianhuang's calligraphy and painting are outstanding, how could it be possible to paint such a picture."

"Yes, and there are still traces of rubbing in this painting. I also secretly thought that it might be the paper used to **** the ink on the pen. It was picked up by my father, such as the treasure, otherwise, what are these messy patterns? "Zhang Xingying said hurriedly," and my father regards this painting as if he lives. No, knowing that I will be tested by the Beijing Defense Department today, he took the painting to me and let me burn incense and bow down, so that the first emperor would have it in heaven. Spirit, bless me to pass the test of the Beijing Defense Department."

As he said, he turned around and went into the room to take down the painting and prepare to put it in the box. E Wang Li Run stood up, followed him into the house, and asked, "Can I take a look?"

"Of course!" Zhang Xingying quickly and respectfully handed the painting into his hand.

Seeing that Li Run, the king of E, was so interested, several people gathered around and watched the three ink spots carefully.

It's just three scribbles of different sizes and out of order, painted on the paper in a mess. Huang Zixian looked left and right and couldn't see anything. But when she turned to the side of the picture by the king of Hubei Li Run, she saw a bright red hidden under the thick ink, and she couldn't help but look carefully at that spot. But after watching it for a long time, there was only the red with the big pinpoint, and the rest were all shades of black.

King Zhao suddenly clapped his hands and said, "This king can see it!"

Zhou Ziqin asked quickly: "What did Prince Zhao see?"

"These are three people!" Zhao Wang pointed to the three groups of ink stains, and said with joy, "Look, from left to right, the first picture shows a person struggling on the ground, his body twisted, and the irregular shapes next to it. The ink ball is a burning fire! In short, this is how a person in the painting was burned to death!"

When he said that, everyone seemed to be able to distinguish it when they looked at the ink stain. Only Zhou Ziqin pointed to a twisted vertical line above the ink ball and asked, "Then what is this long line?"

"It's a cigarette..." King Zhao said half a sentence, then immediately thought of it, and patted Zhou Ziqin's shoulder heavily, "It's lightning, thunderbolt! This person was struck by the sky thunder, and then died!"

In front of Huang Zixian's eyes, the person who caught fire in the thunderbolt in Jianfu Temple yesterday suddenly appeared, and was finally burned to death.

Zhou Ziqin was also thoughtful: "Hey, I suddenly remembered that Wei Ximin, the **** of the Princess's Mansion, was burnt to death after being struck by lightning in this way yesterday? It really coincides with this painting!"

"That's a coincidence," Zhaowang said.

Zhang Xingying said: "This painting has been in my house for ten years, and this year is also the tenth year of the death of the first emperor. I think the two have nothing to do with each other."

"Yes, what does an **** who died yesterday have to do with a painting ten years ago? It's a coincidence," Zhao Wang said casually.

Everyone agreed, so Wei Ximin was quickly thrown out of the topic.

Zhou Ziqin's imagination is also really good. After receiving Zhaowang’s prompt, he quickly pointed to the ink mark in the middle of the painting and said bluntly: "I can see what I said! This second picture, The painting is also a person, you see, these vertical lines seem to be a cage, trapped him in it, it is estimated that he is a prisoner. The surrounding ink **** look like blood stains, which should mean that the person died in the cage. "

Everyone nodded and said yes, their eyes fell on the third ink ball. The ink group is two groups, one upper and the lower, the upper group does not seem to be a person. Everyone was still watching, Zhang Xingying opened his mouth wide, and made an ah.

"You can see it?" E Wang Li Run asked him.

He nodded repeatedly and said nervously, "I think...I think this looks...like a big bird flying down and pecking people, and the person below is running desperately...There seems to be a little red under the black ink, like It's a small wound."

"Well, this king thinks so too!" Zhao Wang nodded.

"That's it...Is this the original painting?" E Wang Li Run said to himself thoughtfully.

Huang Zixian frowned slightly and asked, "But I have a question, why did the first emperor paint such paintings? What are the meanings of these three paintings?"

There is obviously no answer to this question. The king of E Li Run rolled the scroll and returned it to Zhang Xingying, saying: "Whether it was written by the first emperor or not, it is your father's concern after all, so you can keep it properly."

"Yes." Zhang Xingying held the scroll and put it back into the box, ready to go upstairs and put it back. As he turned around, he was taken aback for a moment and saw Ah Di standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, in a daze.

And he clearly saw that her face was not only blank, but there was also a distortion mixed with cruelty and pleasure, which made her look a little scary.

He stayed in a daze, with a slightly surprised expression, and was afraid that she could not stand still and fell down. He hesitated, and finally walked up quickly and blocked the first stairway before asking: "Adi, you What's wrong?"

Ah Di's blank gaze fell on his face, as if he was still stuck in another situation. However, when she saw his face clearly, her expression slowly relaxed, lowered her head, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I heard you say...the near-death scene in the painting, and again...remembered. The burned man we saw at Jianfu Temple yesterday felt too terrifying, as if... it seemed a little frightened."

"Hey, it's okay, we just described it to the painting. In fact, everyone just said casually." He hurriedly comforted her.

Ah Di nodded, then slowly hugged his body and squatted down, muttering to himself in a low voice, "When will they leave... I have to go down and make medicine for my uncle."

"Oh, let me take my father's medicine. Since you are afraid of seeing people, stay upstairs for a while." Zhang Xingying said, locking the cabinet for painting.

After coming out of Zhang Xingying's house, Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin said goodbye to Zhaowang Ewang all the way.

She saw the expression on the face of E Wang Li Run, this immortal little prince was now in a trance, although she still said goodbye to them with a strong smile, but her eyes had changed, her eyes fell on the other side of nothingness, and there was nothing else in her eyes. Something exists.

What was so strange about that painting that made King E suddenly be in a daze?

Huang Zixia thought, slowly riding the sand, and walking back slowly along the shade of the locust tree beside Chang'an street with Zhou Ziqin.

Chang'an in midsummer is full of shade and coolness. The nameless bird occasionally sang softly on the tree.

Zhou Ziqin, who was walking side by side with her, raised his hand and patted the head of the Fusha on which she was riding, and said, "Chonggu, this is also good, don't worry."

"Huh?" Huang Zixia looked up at him.

"Although you can't go to Shu County for a while, isn't Lord Kui still waiting for you? Once you understand what happened to Princess Chang, maybe we can go to Shu County together."

Huang Zixia sighed and said, "You have also seen that the death of Wei Ximin, the **** in the princess's mansion, is just like the wounds of the consort today. It is a clueless case. The case of the consort is still traceable, and you can recommend it to the temple. In that case, for a while, it's hard to say whether it was a man-made crime or not."

"That's right, but the emperor loves Princess Tongchang. She said that she wants to check, so we have to check...or just check it casually, let's explain it in a few days."

Huang Zixia stopped his horse, thought for a while, and said, "It's better to go and take a look early."

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Ziqin asked quickly.

"Go to Jianfu Temple and see if there is anything that needs attention."

As she said, she turned her horse's head and headed towards Jianfu Temple. Zhou Ziqin hurriedly followed up: "Wait for me, I will go too!"

Unlike yesterday's scene of making trouble in Rang Rang, today's Jianfu Temple is deserted and deserted. Although the mess has been cleaned up, the trampled grass and broken flowers and trees all show the existence of the chaotic situation yesterday.

Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin walked into the gate and saw the two monks walking towards the release pond with a few empty sacks, shaking their heads and sighing.

Zhou Ziqin asked hurriedly, "Two masters, what happened to the release pool?"

"Oh, it's too miserable, it doesn't matter if you don't mention it," the monks sighed.

The two looked at each other and followed the past. They were dumbfounded and shocked beyond words.

In the two hundred steps around the release pond, there were densely packed dead fish. Because it was too dense, it was not one layer, but a pile. In such a hot weather, after the swollen dead fish underneath their stomachs rotted, all their stomachs swelled, and they tried to fill up the fish above the release pond.

A strong smell of fishy smell came, causing Huang Zixia and Zhou Ziqin to cover their noses, turned their backs, and almost vomited.

The two monks shook their heads and sighed, "Bonus, merit, all the people in the city want to do merit, but unexpectedly all these merits have become killing knives!"

Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin stayed under the eaves, watching the two respectable monks cover their mouths and noses with a cloth, scoop up the fish one by one with a dustpan, and pour them into a sack.

Zhou Ziqin shouted from a distance: "Master, what do you plan to do with these dead fish?"

"Transport to the outside of the city, dig a hole and bury it deeply," the monk said loudly.

"That's how big a pit is to be dug, how troublesome!"

The two monks walked out carrying a sack of dead fish, and said, "Amitabha, these fish are poisonous. A cat sneaked into the temple in the morning and caught a dead fish and died immediately. If you don't bury it deeply, it will be after all. Scourge."

"Poisonous?" Zhou Ziqin and Huang Zixia looked at each other. Both of them couldn't care about the soaring stench. They blocked their noses with their sleeves and walked to the release pond to look at the fish inside.

The half-rotted fish with white belly turned over are really indistinguishable. Zhou Ziqin broke a branch and inserted a dead fish with a mouth wide open. He fished it up and said, "I will take it back for a test."

Huang Zixian frowned slightly, staring at the crowded release pond for dead fish for a long time, and said: "In common sense, even if the release pond is too crowded, it is impossible for all the fish to die overnight."

"So it might really be poisoned by someone." Zhou Ziqin looked resentful, "Who is so cruel to poison all the fish in the release pond?"

Huang Zixia was silent. Zhou Ziqin came to a conclusion: "It must be a psychological distortion, and I can't see the good and evil people of others!"

Huang Zixian really couldn't bear the smell of the sky, turned around and ran towards the front hall for a few steps: "You must collect the fish first. Let's go and see where the incident happened yesterday."