The Golden Hairpin

Everyone was busy serving him tea and pouring water, as if waiting for a savior, Huang Zixia, a serious eunuch, had nothing to do.

With nothing to do with her, she pulled out the hairpin on her head and drew the layout of Jianfu Temple, and calculated the situation at that time.

When the candle was struck by lightning and exploded, one of the suspects, Lu Zhiyuan, was at home. The doctor and neighbourhoods proved that the suspicion can basically be ruled out. Unless, find out how he can attack Wei Ximin even half a Changan away.

The second suspect, Zhang Xingying. The moment Wei Ximin caught fire, it happened to be when he picked up the veil for Di Cui and approached the giant candle. Is it possible that the moment he saw Wei Ximin, he would tear down the candle in order to avenge Di Cui and burn Wei Ximin to death?

The third suspect, Lu Dicui. Since Wei Ximin is next to the candle, he must be not far from Di Cui at the same time. She has been making candles at home for many years. Perhaps there is a way to make the candles beside her explode in a short time?

She thought for a while and drew a fourth possibility. Zhang Xingying and Lu Dicui joined forces to kill Wei Ximin in Jianfu Temple.

After hesitating, he wrote down the fifth possibility: Lu Zhiyuan conspired with Di Cui to act in front of him and kill Wei Ximin.

But she looked at the fifth possibility, sighed again, and slowly crossed it out.

So it has already surfaced, that's it.

She took out the Dali Temple investigation materials that Li Shubai had forwarded to her, and looked at the names listed on the paper to compare them one by one.

This is all the people who were present and absent when Wei Baoheng was injured on that day. The guards of the Department of Defense and the cleaners of the kicking field are all listed above. At the request of Huang Zixia, they sorted out whether they had contact with the horses in the past. .

However, when Huang Zixian looked at the upper row of words such as "I have never met the horses", "I have seen one at the gate", "I have fed fodder for the horses that the horses rode" and so on, she couldn't help but sighed and her head was as big as fight.

"What's the matter? It looks like you are more annoying than me."

The cold and clear voice behind him must come from Li Shubai.

She said helplessly: "If only I could be like you and know everyone in the capital well."

"How is it possible. There are millions of people in the capital, even if I go to the streets every day, I don't see so many-and no one can really understand another person, even if you get along day and night, it's impossible."

As he said, he took the stack of paper in her hand and looked through it again.

He looked at it very quickly, glanced over ten lines, then returned it to her hand, pointed to a person on a certain page, and said, "This person, you can go and check it in detail."

Huang Zixian looked down. It turned out that it was a man named Qian Guansuo, forty-two years old this year, who was the owner of Qianji Cars and Horses. The black horse with broken hoof came from his car and horses.

When he went to investigate in Dali Temple, he replied like this-

This horse comes from Zhangye and was purchased from Huojia Racecourse in April last year. Arrived in Beijing in June, and after two months of rest, he was sent to the Defense Department of Beijing in early September. Because of his fat body and strong body, he was well-trained and was praised by Wang Duwei. As for the horse's bludgeoning, it was a horseshoe accident and absolutely nothing to do with the batch of horses he transported.

He was also asked if he had ever been in contact with the horse, but he categorically denied it, saying that he had never been fortunate enough to know the face of the horse.

Huang Zixia was slightly surprised, and asked: "What did the prince mean, the reason for the accident is related to the origin of the horse?" "No, what I meant was just—" His hand pointed to the back of the sentence, "This money boss, facts I've seen the consort."

Huang Zixia raised his eyebrows and asked, "How does the prince know?"

"When the group of horses arrived, Wang Yun invited me and a member of the military department to come to try the horses. The consort Wei Baoheng also came at the time. I heard Wei Baoheng complained during the horse test that the voice outside the Great Wall was wrong, and the horses sent must have one It’s only a year or a half to get used to the capital’s password. At that time, people on and off the field were laughing, but only a short and fat man with a group of horse trainers was thinking. Soon I heard Beijing’s jokes, The horse trainers who talk about Qianji’s carts and horses are all working hard to practice Mandarin. In the miserable situation, a few people are still shouting on the street that Boss Qian is a short fat man, so I think, Qian Guansuo, the owner of Qianji, must be. That's the man."

Huang Zixian nodded: "Well, in the records of Dali Temple, other people have to confess to even feeding the horses for Weiwei. Since he is concealing this, there must be something unspeakable in his heart."

Seeing that she had paid attention, Li Shubai stopped talking. He only turned around and signaled the people from the Ministry of Engineering to remove all the accounts, saying: "I have temporarily abolished a few expenses and made up more than 25,000 taels of silver, which is almost enough for renovations. A full-length waterway was once."

Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry smiled bitterly: "Thank you, Lord, but...this year there will be more rain. The humble post is afraid that after the money for the waterway is collected this time, after a few days of heavy rains, there will always be some waterways that will block up. Can the prince help us raise money again?"

"One time is enough. This king promises that Chang'an will never be blocked again this year." He said, turning around to signal Huang Zixia to go home with him, "Tomorrow you call the workers and the person in charge. Dare to cut corners and be exhausted and slack."

Huang Zixia followed Li Shubai back to the palace.

The carriage drove smoothly across the market in Chang'an, and Li Shubai casually asked her: "I just asked you if it’s inconvenient. Is the Queen and Queen today embarrassing you?"

Huang Zixia said with a bitter face, "Naturally. She actually asked a little **** like me to help her return to the Penglai Hall of Daming Palace."

He wrote lightly: "This is what you brought to me. You don't need to take it to heart."

"Yes... nothing else."

Li Shubai asked: "I specially asked you to meet, just to let you bring such a sentence?"

Huang Zixia nodded.

Li Shubai's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes slightly changed, and he frowned slightly.

But he didn't say it, and she couldn't ask either, her eyes passed the window unconsciously. Chang'an passed by all the squares one by one, some of which had very high walls, some were very short, and the shortest, but only half a person tall.

Therefore, when she passed Daningfang, she saw two people passing by outside the window.

Inside the wall of Daningfang’s waist, a woman standing there restlessly, her profile was slightly blurred in the already thick twilight, but she suddenly stood up, too late to be called A Yuan Bo. Jumped off the carriage.

Fortunately, because it is above the market, the speed of the carriage is not fast. She was very agile, jumped out of the car, and stood firm with a slight stagger.

Li Shubai glanced at her through the car window and motioned to Jing Yu who was following the car.

The carriage turned a corner and stopped slowly, waiting for Huang Zixia in the corner.

Huang Zixian walked to the place where the two people were, leaning against the wall, listening to the two people talking quietly.

With his back to the wall, there was a man with a warm and mellow voice, and said, "Miss Di Cui, you don't even wear a drapery hat. What did you want to do when you came here alone?"

It was Di Cui that Huang Zi Xian noticed at a glance in the deep twilight.

As for the voice of the person opposite her, Huang Zixia felt very familiar, but at this time she had no time to think, so she could only hold her breath and listen to the movement below.

Di Cui stood opposite the man in a panic, her voice revealed her extreme nervousness: "You...what are you looking for me for?"

He looked at her silently, before speaking for a long time, but instead of answering her question, he only asked: "You want to kill Sun Leizi, right? So you don't even wear a drapery hat, so you don't want to go back anymore. is not it?"

Di Cui stood still in front of him stiffly without saying a word.

"The man who just left-Zhang Xingying, he and you have the same intention, isn't it?" He said, and suddenly laughed softly, "Sun Laizi should really feel honored to be underground. There are so many people in the same place. The heavens came to kill him, and it's almost a sought-after item, so funny."

The sky was getting darker, and Di Cui's face and figure had melted into the night. The closed-door drum in Chang'an City rang once and again, and the curfew was about to be imminent.

Di Cui raised his hand and grabbed the skirt of his chest, and said with a trembling, "I... I don't know what you're talking about... I, I'm leaving."

"What are you afraid of? The person you hate the most has died in his airtight cage as you wished. Shouldn't you be happy?"

Di Cui didn't say anything anymore, she suddenly turned back and walked towards the Fangmen not far away.

"Dicui, wait a minute..." the man called her from behind, in a gentle voice, and caught up with her a few steps.

She looked back at him in horror and took a step back unconsciously.

He squatted down in front of her, raised his hand to pat a piece of gray on her skirt, and said, "Did you not notice it yourself? It's better not to get it dirty."

Di Cui unconsciously pulled up his skirt and took a step back, and said in a panic, "I...I will clean it up by myself."

She seemed to be extremely afraid of the people in front of her, and backed for a few steps, then suddenly turned around and flew towards the gate.

And the man stood up, looked at her disappearing into the darkness, and stood silently for a long time before he said to himself: "If you die, you are dead. You can't find someone like that anymore, right? "

Huang Zixia squatted under the wall, listening to his footsteps slowly moving to the other side. She was still squatting there in a daze, and someone behind her asked: "Will you go?"

She heard Li Shubai's voice, and when she looked back, she suddenly found that Dangkui Wang was squatting here and listening to the corner like herself. She couldn't help but startled and stammered: "Wang...Lord!"

He didn't answer, but went to the carriage in the alley.

Huang Zixia followed him and asked in a low voice, "Who can the prince recognize that person?"

"Don't you recognize it?" he asked rhetorically.

Huang Zixia nodded, and after a long time, she finally said, "The princess... is more beautiful than her."

Li Shubai gave a slight sigh, reluctant to mention these things, and changed the subject and said: "From what they said, Sun Leizi seems to be dead."

"Yes, I'm going to find out now." Huang Zi Xia said, she was about to return to Dali Temple to find out the news.

Li Shubai called her from behind: "Yang Chonggu."

She looked back at him, slightly surprised.

"What's the hurry?" Li Shubai frowned slightly and said, "I have to eat dinner before talking about the big things. Besides, someone will definitely come right away."

Huang Zixia also felt that after running for this day, she was really tired and hungry, so she could only silently follow him into the carriage.