The Golden Hairpin

Zhou Ziqin suddenly slapped the table and was furious: "Asshole, this old man did not go to find his enemy and desperately, on the contrary, he spoiled his daughter so much. Is this still a human!?"

Dr. Cha shook his head and sighed: "Poor, his daughter Di Cui knelt in the street, crying so much that she fainted two or three times. The old man froze and did not open the door! You said that a fifteen or six-year-old girl had suffered such a big change. The city was full of ups and downs, and people were poked in the spine wherever she went. When she came to her father, he thought she was embarrassed and let her die outside. Do you think this is what people did?"

Although Huang Zixian's face was calm, she felt a sad anger surge in her chest. She suppressed herself and asked, "Where did his daughter go afterwards?"

"She knelt in the street for more than two hours under the scorching sun. Her father kept the door closed. In the end, we couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to pull her up. As a result, she grabbed the twine, stumbled and ran out of the West Market. , I don’t know where I went...Ah, now I don’t know where I died in that barren mountain!"

Zhou Ziqin was so angry that he couldn't speak, and it took a long time to point at the candle shop opposite and curse: "This old man, there will definitely be retribution!"

"Hey, it's time to pay the retribution! This old man is always getting a girl, and his wife is too old, and he has a blood collapse after childbirth, leaving behind such a daughter. Di Cui is such a good boy, he has helped her father at the age of four or five. At the age of seven or eight, he used a stool to cook for her father! But what about the old man? Every day he scolded and said that his daughter was useless. There are millions of people in Chang'an City, and there are many patriarchs, but have you ever seen an old man who wants his son to be crazy? If he is struck to death by lightning one day, the neighbors in the neighborhood will not be surprised at all!" The doctor said, shaking his head and sighing while he went outside to fetch water. He was still muttering, "Our neighbours, I just say God has no eyes! Sun Leizi has been ill for many years. If Di Cui is bullied by him When he ran quickly, he would definitely not be able to catch up. Why was he caught that time?"

Zhou Ziqin was also very angry. He turned his head to look at Huang Zixia, only to see that her lips were tightly pressed, and the hand holding the table was so hard that even the blue veins almost burst out.

He was taken aback and asked, "Chonggu, what's the matter with you?"

Huang Zixia took a few breaths, and finally let go of her hand, pressing her voice hard, saying, "Nothing... I've never seen a woman like this, and I'm a little angry."

"One more thing, did you hear what Dr. Cha said? Don’t you think it’s strange? Why was Di Cui caught by the sick man and didn’t run away? I think she should be struggling desperately to resist. The author said, the Sixteenth King’s Mansion is not a particularly remote place, she might also be useful to shout..."

Huang Zixia thought to herself, how do you know about the **** Wei Ximin in the princess mansion?

Zhou Ziqin asked in surprise: "Are you not surprised at all? Not surprised at all?"

"Very surprised and surprised." Huang Zixia sighed, stood up, and said, "Although I don't want to deal with this old man Lu, I still have to ask. You prepare the album, and we will go there together."

The four generations of Lu family operated this incense candle shop in the West Market, which has become very old due to its age.

In the narrow storefront, there is only room to turn around after walking in. On the left is a row of iron candle racks filled with candles of various shapes, high and low, and on the right is a wooden counter on which the old man Lu is sculpted with a thick-armed dragon and phoenix wedding candle.

There is only half of the storefront. Seeing from the open back door, there is a small shed in the half empty space behind, filled with wax blocks and wax molds. Now there is a pot of red wax heating on the stove, giving off a weird smell.

Feeling someone coming in, Lu Zhiyuan didn't lift his head, his voice hoarse: "What are the guests buying?"

Huang Zixia arched his hand to him and said, "Lao Zhang, I am from Dali Temple. I saw it at Jianfu Temple last time. Do you remember me?"

Only then did Lu Zhiyuan put down the carving knife in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked at her, with a muddy smile on his face: "Oh, it's you, Shaoqing."

"About Wei Ximin's death, Dali Temple has something to ask you, are you free?"

Old man Lu held the candle in his hand and said, "Wait a minute, the weather is hot. If the carved shape is placed on the counter for a while, it will be deformed immediately. I have to go and color it first."

"Please." Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin stood in the store, watching him carrying the candle and walking to the pot with red wax in the back, and then grabbing the reed tube at the end of the candle and quickly turning it in the pot, the whole white The candle was suddenly rolled with a thin layer of red wax, and the color was bright and eye-catching.

He grabbed a handful of dark yellow things and melted them in the pot, stirred them with a brush, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Where were you when Wei Ximin died?"

"Didn't you say it? At Fengyifang's house!" He pointed at Fengyifang not far behind with the brush, and said, "Hey, after I sent it early in the morning, I just fell down because I was too tired. I can’t get up from the candle! Ma Liu, the coachman who was with me at the time, took me home. Aunt Wu in the backyard also called the doctor to come and see me—the **** quack, he didn’t see it. , I prescribed some qi medicine to give me a good rest. As a result, as soon as he left, I heard the news that the candle I made was blown by lightning! My anger, I still want to get up. Look, who knows that as soon as I stand up, I fall dizzy and fall down, but it will pass the next day!"

Huang Zixian frowned slightly, unable to find the loopholes in it, and then asked: "Then what were you doing the day before the Jianfu Temple Prayer Ceremony?"

"Although Jianfu Temple has money, it only collected all kinds of wax and sent it over a month ago. Do you know how much energy it takes to make such a large pair of giant candles? Especially a few days before the completion of the project, I My daughter...I was kicked out of the house for some reason, and Zhang Yan, the guy who had been helping me, also fell ill. I just set up a stand to make candles and rushed to work all night, so I never left—please ask the neighbors. , I have been working on things all night, have you ever left?"

While talking, he watched the golden lacquer in the pot had been cooked, so he dipped it with a brush, and slowly followed the embossed dragon and phoenix and auspicious clouds patterns on the candles, and never looked at them again.

Huang Zixia asked again: "About Wei Ximin's death, you always think..."

"Okay, I wish he would die!" He said unabashedly, "A dogged eunuch, it's good to die early! It's a pity that the thunderbolt destroyed the old man's fame that day and made my candle explode!"

"Look at this old man...are you suspicious?"

Zhou Ziqin asked carefully while looking at Huang Zixian who walked forward silently.

Huang Zixian frowned, and said as he walked: "I don't know, I have to ask."

It was just after Shenshi arrived at Fengyifang where Lu's family was located. A group of women were mashing their clothes under the shade of the well mouth while talking about their parents' parents.

Huang Zixia went to salute everyone, and asked, "Sisters, how can Lv Zhiyuan, Lao Zhang Lv's house go?"

Several women raised their hands and pointed to a courtyard with vines on the wall next to them: "Hey, there is the Lu family, but the old man Lu is in the Xishi store during the day, and now there is no one in his house."

"Then... is he going home tonight?"

"Of course I went home at night. Ouch, we were neighbors with him, and sometimes we really bore him. Especially this month, this old man kept the candles, the copper molds, and iron rods all day and night. My son, it makes people unable to sleep because of the noise every night."

Another woman said, "Isn't it? The day before the Jianfu Temple puja, do you remember? I woke up the next door Liu Butcher in the middle of the night and scolded him for half the night by the wall. Old man Lu just kept silent, ding. Ding Dangdang continued to fiddle with his candles, but Liu Tufu said that he could not wait to use an axe to smash the door of his house!"

Huang Zixia asked again: "Then his daughter Di Cui is now..."

"Dicui? I don't know..." The woman's face changed color, and she said sympathetically, "Oh, such a good girl, she's so beautiful, there are quite a few guys in our workshop who like her, but who knows that's it. It was ruined."

"Isn't it? According to me, the thunder is going to smash, and the **** named Sun Yanzi should be smashed to death. How did he smash the **** in the princess mansion?"

"Don't let Thunder miss it?"

"Maybe it's that Sun Leizi didn't dare to go out at all?"

"Hey, do you still remember the events of last month? Di Cui hides the wax skewer and wants to go desperately with Sun Yanzi."

"Who doesn't remember! That old man Lu is really bad-hearted! He took the money from others, immediately grabbed the wax skewer, and slapped Di Cui to the ground with a slap! It's strange to you, I heard that Sun Feizi I have been sick for many years and have no money for medical treatment, so how can I give so much money to the old man?"

"Dicui's life is bitter! I didn't have a mother when I was born, and I still encounter this thing..." The emotional aunt lifted up her apron and began to wipe her tears. "It's also a good thing to see her mother underground. Don't suffer in this world."

It seems that the princess's measures are well done, and the people don't even know that there is also Wei Ximin who intervened in Di Cui's tragedy.

Huang Zixia and Zhou Ziqin left Fengyifang. Zhou Ziqin saw her in a trance, stepping on the ground like cotton, he was a little worried, raised his hand to support her shoulder, and asked, "Chonggu, what's wrong with you? ?"

"Comparing the heart to the heart... I think... terrible." Huang Zi Xia muttered, squatting down involuntarily, feeling sick in her chest.

She squatted, leaning on the tree next to her, and could only breathe hard, pressing down the depression in her heart a little bit.

Zhou Ziqin didn't understand what Yang Chonggu, as an eunuch, could compare to the tragedy of a young girl. He squatted beside her and watched suspiciously for a long time. Seeing her pale face gradually faded, he asked carefully, "Are you okay?"

"...It's okay, I think I might be too tired." She leaned on the tree trunk and reluctantly explained, "The case that the princess confessed does not seem to be simple."

"Yeah, the best explanation is a coincidence, but the princess must ask us to find the murderer." Zhou Ziqin said, and asked with concern, "Should I send you back to the Kui Palace?"

"No... I want to go to Zhang Xingying first and take a look... Adi."

"Okay, but..." Zhou Ziqin asked cautiously, "Are you hungry? Don't look for Adi, I'll buy you something, what do you want to eat?"

Huang Zixian gave him a helpless look: "I think Di Cui is very likely."

Zhou Ziqin jumped up, his mouth widened, but his eyes were almost wider than his mouth: "What? Why? How did you know?"

"The time that Di Cui left home to find his death was about the same as the time that Zhang Erge saved Di Cui on the mountain road; Di Cui refused to see people, and hid in the Zhang family yard every day, and was still crying secretly in the middle of the night..." Huang Zixian Chang With a long sigh, he whispered, "It's very obvious, isn't it?"

Zhou Ziqin continued to be dumbfounded, and for a long time, he shook his head vigorously: "I don't believe it! Ah Di... and Brother Zhang are so good, how could they have encountered such a miserable thing!"

Huang Zixian breathed forcefully, lowered his eyelashes, and his gaze fell on his feet.

On the dirt under the shade of the tree, a few ants were hurriedly looking for directions, crawling around her toes.

She blocked the way for the ants to return home.

Huang Zixian slowly moved her feet away, and saw the ants gushing out of the ant dens, and also the ants that were going home excitedly, and the ants who were trampled to death without noticing them, leaving them to pieces in silence. .

The heaven and the earth are ruthless, huge power sweeps everything, the invisible hand pushes everyone's destiny, involuntarily moving forward. Perhaps the kind of power that dominates everything behind them is also involuntary, and perhaps they don't know that sometimes a small act of themselves can be a disaster for others.

She lifted her foot and walked to the stone road next to her.

Zhou Ziqin looked at her inexplicably, and whispered to her: "Chonggu..."

She slowly looked up at him: "What?"

"Oh..." He looked at her calm and usual face uncertainly, and said hesitantly, "It's nothing...just for a moment, I thought you were crying."

Huang Zixia looked up at the sky and said, "Let's go."

"where to?"

"Zhang Xingying's house."

Zhou Ziqin immediately followed her forward: "Then, Chonggu, in what capacity should we go? Should we help the Dali Temple solve the case, or..."

Huang Zixia pondered for a moment, and said, "No, it's just a friend of Zhang Xingying."