The Golden Hairpin

As Princess Tongchang said, she suddenly turned around, her voice changed slightly, and asked: "Pan Shu of Nanqi, this is all hundreds of years ago. She meant that I should pay her back...Is it right? Is it me? Should..."

"The princess doesn't need to worry." Huang Zixia saw that she still had lingering fears, and said with comfort, "It's just a dream, illusory, like the wind easily dissipates. The princess doesn't have to hang on to her heart. In the eyes of the maid, it may be the princess who is worried recently. Depression became a dream."

"Really?" The princess looked at her for a long time, and suddenly raised her hand to remove the nine-luan hairpin on her head, and handed it to her, "Duke Yang, look at it."

Huang Zixian took Jiuluan Chai, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Behind the intricately entangled Jiu-color Luanfeng, is the crescent-shaped hairpin tail, on which are carved two small ancient seals: Yu'er.

"This hairpin does belong to Nanqi Shufei Pan Yu'er." She sighed and said, "Now, can you understand the reason for my distress? The **** beside me had an accident, and my husband had an accident, and I... also did it. With such an ominous nightmare, you say, how can I not be anxious?"

"Please don't think too much about the princess. The servant girl will do her best to solve the case as soon as possible and give the princess an account." Huang Zixia looked at her appearance and knew that no matter how comforting she was, she only said these few words.

Princess Tongchang was only slightly relieved, and said: "If you can really bring the murderer who hurt the horse and killed Wei Ximin to justice, this palace will surely reward you—or, even if it’s a scourge, you have to find out why the person next to me Are people going to be condemned?"

Huang Zixia looked at her thin, sharp and stubborn facial features, and couldn't help sighing in her heart, and said, "Thank you, princess, this is a matter for the servants and servants. The princess does not need to worry. The servants must do their best to investigate this case."

Farewell to Princess Tongchang, Huang Zixia walked slowly down the high platform alone.

The high typhoon blew her thin silk clothes outside. She held the wide sleeves that covered her eyes, went down the last step, and looked up, only to find a person walking slowly from under the albizia flower tree.

The summer is hot and the flowers are in full bloom.

The Albizia tree blossomed like clouds and mist, and fell without wind. Those almost burning flowers bloom and fall without hesitation in such a strong summer sun.

The pervasive flowers are fascinating. The flower tree hung down under the eaves of the palace, half covering the walking figure. That is a person who can feel his charming charm even if he can't see his figure clearly.

As for Huang Zixian, just seeing his figure, it seemed as if he felt cold sweat from the palm of his hand.

She turned around quickly, hid behind a tall acacia tree, suppressed the trembling of her body, and stared at him.

The man slowly approached, he didn't say a word, but he had an elegant and profound charm of ink. Like a silver crescent moon, it lightly illuminates others, neither dazzling nor dim, just the right brilliance.

He seemed to feel that there was someone behind the tree, so among the thousands of flowers and trees, he raised his head and looked at her direction with a pair of eyes that could almost intoxicate everything in the world.

And she involuntarily pressed her back against the tree trunk, as if she was afraid of being seen by him. She tried to suppress her breathing, as if she was afraid that something would burst in her heart with a sigh of relief.

Yu Xuan.

How could he be in the princess's mansion?

Moreover, it was such an early morning when the princess and her husband separated.

The footsteps sounded softly, and the grass was soothing.

He walked behind the tree where she was hiding, with a gentle voice: "This father-in-law, are you uncomfortable? Do you need help?"

Only then did she realize that her exposed clothes trembled slightly because of her extreme depression, as if she was uncomfortable.

She pulled her clothes quickly, turned her back to him, and barely shook her head.

He was still a little worried, and asked caringly: "Is it really okay?"

Huang Zixia gritted his teeth and walked forward quickly.

When she moved, the smile on his face suddenly froze. He fixedly looked at her back, and when she was in a hurry, he whispered to her: "A Xia..."

These two words came into her ears, suddenly like a dream. His voice seemed to come after a long time, and it sounded like waves in her ears, which could not be calmed for a long time.

Her footsteps stopped involuntarily and stood there blankly. After a long time, she turned around and looked at Yu Xuan behind.

And he fixedly looked at her, his face was not only hate, but also some more complicated things. He looked at her as if he was looking at his own dead dream, watching the flowers that he had personally cared for rot into mud.

She looked at him for a long time, calling him softly: "Yu Xuan."

In this deserted forest, there are acacia flowers. The hot summer wind blew the treetops, and the flowers fell like rain. Both of them were beautiful pink flowers, like silks and pistils, which could not go away.

Huang Zixian, covered in flowers, looked at him quietly, as if looking at the time of a girl she had lost forever.

"The princess ordered me... to investigate two suspicious cases in the mansion."

He looked at her, his eyes full of distance as far as near, and mourning as if there was nothing. He was silent for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, with a sneer on his face: "Yes, after killing his relatives, now he can still be in his own way and win everyone's support."

"I will return to Shu County, just after the case of the Princess Mansion is over." She forcibly suppressed the bitter colic in her chest, and defended, "Ki Kui has promised to help me, and I will go back soon. Check the case of my family!"

He was stunned, staring straight at her: "You...will go back?"

"Why not? I not only want to wash away my own grievances, but also thoroughly investigate the murders of my family!" She put her hand on her chest, her heart beating frantically, she could hardly suppress her excitement, she breathed hard. It took a long time to squeeze the word with tears out of his lungs, "I will definitely pick out the murderer with my own hands, and avenge my parents, my brother, and grandmother and uncle!"

Yu Xuan, who was standing ten feet away from her, looked at her steadily and listened to her oath, with huge waves in his eyes. It's just that he couldn't accept her explanation in an instant, he lowered his eyes, took a step back slowly, and whispered: "Huang Zixia, you killed your relatives, the evidence is solid, I... don't want to believe you!"

The heart seemed to stop beating at this moment. All the surrounding flowers fall like rain, and the beautiful scene is completely illusory.

But Huang Zixia stood in front of him, and before his resolute words, she suddenly smiled in the cold tremor of her whole body. The albizia flowers bloom and fall, raining one after another. She stood ten feet away and looked at him with the same smile as before.

She smiled and said: "Don't worry, Yu Xuan, I will show you the murderer behind the scenes. The case I faced has never been unsolvable, and this one, I bet my life!"

She was smiling clearly, but tears came in her eyes, but she didn't notice it, turned around, and strode forward through the acacia tree.

She walked faster and faster, and afterwards, she almost turned into a rush and fled from him without looking back.

She stopped and looked up blankly until she ran out of the acacia forest. Through the sparse branches above her head, she saw him slowly walking up the platform.

The wind moves the clothes, floating like an immortal. That kind of Shulang posture cannot be described or spoken.

In his heart, is there a wave of waves for their reunion?

She looked away and looked up at the sky. The blue sky was unattainable, bright and dazzling, tears finally welled up in her eyes.

Huang Zixian looked up at the sky, biting the tip of his tongue, letting the trance thoughts quickly gather in the sharp pain.

She breathed hard, trying to calm her chest pain.

Thinking over and over again in her mind, Wei Ximin's death, the fall of a horseman, and the princess's dream, Huang Zixian tried her best to find the common ground of these three, in order to turn her attention away from Yu Xuan's body.

When she walked along the albizia tree path to the moon gate, she had calmed down—at least, her appearance was completely as usual.

Chui Zhu was waiting for her at the gate of the moon, and greeted her with a smile: "The Lord Ma is living in Suwei Garden, I will lead my father-in-law over."

"Thank you, sister for trouble."

Chuizhu pursed his mouth and smiled, curling Tingting to lead the way. When she came to a door, she was about to push the door, and quickly dropped her hand, leading her to another long road. Even Huang Zixia, who didn't know the distribution of the courtyard of the mansion, knew that she had made a clear turn.

She looked back at the locked courtyard door, and pretended to ask casually: "Where is it over there and how is it locked?"

Chuizhu hesitated and said hesitatingly: "That is Zhijin Garden. There are many plantain irises planted in it. Summer is the best way to escape the summer heat. But since the previous month, there were people crying in the middle of the night there. Everyone said -" Chuizhu looked left and right. I saw that there was no one around, and then whispered, "Everyone said there was something unclean. The princess ordered Taoist priests to do it, and locked the gate of the courtyard. It is said that the grievances inside will need to be purified for ten years. Open again."

Huang Zixia naturally did not believe in ghosts and gods, but she still glanced at Zhijin Garden from a distance, and put the courtyard in her heart.

The Suwei Garden where the horses live is full of crape myrtle. It is blooming, and it is full of blooming, a lively scene.

Hu Ma was talking and laughing with Cui Chunzhan. Seeing her being brought in by the maid, Wei Baoheng smiled and said: "Daddy Yang! We are talking about yesterday's game! You are really good at skill. Let's fight again when we have time?"

Huang Zixia smiled and said, "Where is the concubine who is invincible, it is admirable."

Cui Chunzhan looked at Huang Zixia in disbelief: "What? Yang Gonggong is so good at kicking the ball? I really can't see it."

"You can't look good, right?" Wei Baoheng smiled. "When Wang Yun asked me to play, I said that Zhou Ziqin was a complete layman. That big man Zhang Xingying didn't even have a horse in his family, and there was also a father-in-law Yang. The three of them are also bullying, and they even teamed up with Wang Yun. They were bullying! Hahaha, I didn't expect to lose in their hands in the end."

Cui Chunzhan's chin almost fell: "The game yesterday was aborted because of an accident with your horse?"

"Hey, if you lose, you lose, and King Kui is already in the battle. Do I dare to fight?" He said, smiling at Huang Zixia, "Speaking of which, Grandpa Yang, you have a great face, and Beijing can call three princes to replace him. You play the game, you are the first."

"Where, the princes were also willing to end because they knew that the opponent was a messenger. How can I have such a big face." Huang Zixia said quickly.

"Oh, it's a pity that I was so embarrassed this time that I actually fell off a horse halfway through, and lost my name for many years!" Wei Baoheng said, but he didn't look annoyed, and smiled and rolled up his sleeves to show them, "See you. No? The biggest scar on the body, two inches long, half an inch wide, bruised."

Cui Chunzhan was angry and funny, and slapped his elbow: "Go, dignified man, I am so embarrassed to rub the medicine!"

"The princess said that if you have a broken body, it is also broken. If you have a broken appearance, you can't be a concierge." He said plausibly, and then said to Huang Zixia, "Duke Yang, you talk about it. I thought about it for a long time yesterday. But I just don’t understand. When did you say that the horse I was holding was touched? After thinking about it, it seems that no one else has a chance to start."

"I don't have a clue yet, and we probably need to continue investigating this matter." Huang Zixia said, and then asked, "I wonder if there are anyone worthy of note or something worthy of attention around Luma?"

Wei Baoheng frowned and thought for a long time, and said, "It doesn't seem to be there."

"Yeah..." Huang Zixia was still thinking, he suddenly patted the table again and said, "Yes! I met someone recently, it's really strange, it's hard to describe!"

"What?" Huang Zixia and Cui Chunzhan asked quickly.

"A little eunuch, who is beautiful and slender, but he is stronger than the big men of the Beijing Defense Department. This is the biggest strange thing I have encountered recently!"

"My husband, don't be kidding me!" Huang Zixian smiled bitterly, stood up and walked two steps inside the house, and saw a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, a bright red cardamom, and two seemingly missing green leaves next to him. It is written in the poetic style of Du Mu—

There are more than thirteen curls, cardamom shoots in early February.

Ten miles in the spring breeze on Yangzhou Road, it is better to roll the bead curtain.

Huang Zixia saw the inscription, and couldn't help but admire: "The Lord Ma is really a master of calligraphy and painting."

"What a perfect combination of painting and calligraphy, when I was in the Imperial College, I played truant with Zhou Ziqin every day to climb trees and catch birds." Wei Baoheng waved and smiled, "It's not my father who forced me, alas."

Cui Chunzhan said: "This poem is also my beloved, a 13 or 14-year-old girl with cardamom stalks, really green and tender, especially charming..."

Wei Baoheng rolled his eyes: "How old is Mrs. Zun?"

"Ahem...Three years older than me. But in my heart, she will always be a green, tender and charming little girl!"

Huang Zixian ignored the two men and just looked at the painting and said, "The cardamom of Mr. Ma is well drawn. In this entire poem, the two words best written are also cardamom."

Wei Baoheng's face was bleak, but after all he just smiled and said nothing.