The Golden Hairpin

When I went out early in the morning and traveled all over the capital, Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin were hungry. The meal was over, and today’s regular food was gone. Cui Chunzhan asked the Dali Temple dining room to quickly cook a simple meal for them to satisfy their hunger.

After leaving Dali Temple, Huang Zixia asked about the busy man Kui Wang from the concierge of Dali Temple. As expected, someone said: "Half an hour ago, the bus from Yushitai came over. When the coachman was drinking tea on our side, he said Wang Kui was Over there."

There are many yamen in the imperial city, and all of them have signs standing in front of them. Zhou Ziqin and Huang Zixian simply stopped riding their horses, tied their horses to the Dali Temple, and walked towards the Yushitai.

As Zhou Ziqin walked, he pulled her sleeves and said weakly, "Chonggu...I really admire you."

Huang Zixian blocked the blazing sun with the book in her hand, and looked back at him: "What?"

"I said, admire your energy..." Zhou Ziqin looked at her admiringly, "I have been running for a long time without rest. I am exhausted. You don't need to rest?"

"After the case occurs, we should race against time and we can't delay it for a moment." Huang Zixia said, suddenly remembering something, and said, "By the way, where is Sun Laizi's body now? Do you remember the shape of his two wounds? "

Speaking of corpses and wounds, Zhou Ziqin suddenly became energetic. In this scorching summer, he was so excited that he had eaten a large piece of ice, and his eyes were piercing and energetic: "Okay, no problem! I have seen the wound. , Remember clearly! What do you want to ask, I will open my mouth!"

Huang Zixia looked back at him and said, "I want to know the specific shape of the wound and the direction of the murder weapon."

"One wound is under the pipa bone of the left shoulder, and the other is on the waist on the right side of the navel. Both wounds are punctured from the left side of the body to the right side..." Zhou Ziqin said this, opened his mouth and was stunned. I looked around and asked in a low voice, "So...Di Cui is lying?"

"Yes." Huang Zixia whispered, "If Sun Laizi is standing opposite her, with the gesture of her holding a knife, the dagger must be pierced from top to bottom. How could someone stabbed from left to right? The dagger? The one that can cause such a wound must only be when the opponent is lying on his side."

Zhou Ziqin took a breath, with a confused and shocked expression on his face: "But...but why did Di Cui take the initiative to plead guilty and take all of this to her body? She did this...for what?"

Huang Zixia looked at him silently, and for a long time, gently moved his gaze behind him.

They saw a man squatting under the high wall of Dali Temple.

Zhang Xingying.

He squatted there, not knowing how long it had been. He lowered his head and looked at the ground, his eyes lost and lost. He had been there for an unknown period of time, but he remained motionless.

Zhou Ziqin looked at him for a long time, his wide-eyed eyes and big mouth slowly replied, softly and unconsciously "Ah".

Under their gaze, Zhang Xingying seemed to finally feel it. He slowly raised his head and looked to them. After a long time, his distracted eyes finally got a little focus, as if finally recognizing them, he stood up and called out: "Yang...brother..."

In the hoarse voice, his feet, which had been squatting for too long, were numb and could not hold his body. After shaking twice, he fell to the ground under the scorching sun and the hot mud. It seemed that they were all baked and didn't feel much. They just stood up again by supporting the wall, and walked towards them step by step.

Huang Zixian stared at him with complicated emotions on her face.

However, Zhou Ziqin hurried to support him, Zhang Xingying was very tall, Zhou Ziqin's figure was already considered tall, but he was two or three inches taller, and even Zhou Ziqin staggered when he was pressing on him.

"Second Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Ziqin helped him and quickly comforted him, "Don't worry!"

Zhang Xingying leaned on him, but kept looking at Huang Zixian, his lips scorched and cracked by the sun screamed, and his voice was almost old: "You must help Di Cui... she, she can't, I know she can't Murder..."

Huang Zixia lowered his eyes and nodded silently.

Seeing her reaction so calm, Zhang Xingying suddenly became anxious, rushed to grab her shoulders, almost unable to control her strength: "How can she kill a woman so weak? I, I don't know why she surrendered, but I ... I beg you to save her, save her!"

His voice was hoarse, and his broken begging squeezed hard and hard from his throat, barely making a sentence.

Huang Zixian sighed, patted his arm, and said, "Don't worry, Brother Zhang, I will reveal the truth. By then, the murderer will be visible in the world and there will be nowhere to hide."

Zhang Xingying's eyes widened and stared at her for a long time before he seemed to understand what she said. He let go of the hand that almost crushed her shoulder blades, slumped down, staggered back two steps, and whispered: "Yes... I believe you...can restore Ah Di's innocence."

"Second Brother Zhang, now you can return to the Beijing Defense Department, and you can go to Yingmao tomorrow." Huang Zixia looked up at him and said softly, "Don't let Di Cui's expectations of you be disappointed."

Yushitai has always been the most dignified and unsmiling yamen in the dynasty. However, when I came in at this time, I saw Yushi Zhongcheng, Shi Yushi, and Supervisor Yushi sitting next to King Kui. They all looked happy and faced each other. Li Shubai shuffled around, as if he hadn't noticed that it had already passed the time of sanya.

As soon as Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin entered, Li Shubai motioned to her to wait, then stood up and said to everyone: "This is Yang Chonggu by my side. Shanneng settled the case. This time is also one of the personnel appointed by the Holy Supreme to cooperate with Dali Temple in investigating the case. She must have come here to report the progress of the case, so this king will say goodbye to you first."

"Send to King Kui." Several people still had their faces full of joy, and stood up to send him to the door.

After leaving the Yushitai, Zhou Ziqin couldn’t help but said: “The gap between this Yushitai and others is huge! When I passed by, a group of old men had their nostrils upright, as if I were the shame of the dynasty, and replaced me. I can’t bear to add a pair of chopsticks. But when King Kui comes here, look, the old faces smile like chrysanthemums, and every wrinkle is unfolded!"

Li Shubai couldn't help but pull the corners of his lips slightly and said, "They are in a good mood today."

"Huh? People at Yushitai are also in a good mood? Don't you just keep a straight face and train people every day?"

Li Shubai turned his head to look at Huang Zixian and said, "The emperor summoned several important ministers because of the theft of Jiuluan Chai and said that the Department of Criminal Justice, Dali Temple, and Yushitai should try the case at the same time. The other two are okay, Yushitai. This group of elderly people went back on the spot, saying that the three law divisions tried at the same time. It must be a major and serious case related to the country's society. How can they be motivated by the theft of a nine-luan hairpin by a princess in the district, and the labor law division? The emperor said this. There have been two deaths and one wounded in the case. Seeing that the princess may be in danger, it is necessary to investigate thoroughly as soon as possible without shirking. Just when the dispute was still raging, news came from Dali Temple that the suspect in the case had already surrendered! Yushitai learned that the emperor’s family affairs need not change. For the official business of the court, naturally everyone rejoices."

Zhou Ziqin frowned and said, "But...Di Cui is not a murderer..."

"Whether it is or not, it is a very suitable opportunity for her to come out now, isn't it?" Li Shubai said, giving Huang Zixia a faint glance, "The emperor's quest, do you want to continue to investigate, or just stop?"

"Di Cui and I have a slight relationship. She has such a miserable life. I can't let her die." Huang Zixia frowned, "What's more, even if she surrendered to the case, I still want to be quiet and windy in this case. ."

Li Shubai raised his eyebrows and asked, "You mean, the murderer might not stop yet?"

"Yes, it is very likely. Because the third deceased in the painting hasn't appeared yet." Huang Zixia handed the scroll to his hands.

Li Shubai walked with them, unwinding the scroll and took a look.

At a glance, his footsteps stopped.

This king Kui, who is never changing, looked at the scroll of random graffiti in his hand, standing in the imperial city at this time, standing under the shadow of the high walls of various yamen, looking at the painting in his hand, for a moment, he was stunned. Under the sky.

The blue sky was like washing, the sunlight was blazing, and the long wind returned, rolling up the sleeves of the three of them standing here, and it rang fiercely.

Li Shubai's lowered eyelashes finally slowly lifted, he rolled the picture in his hand and returned it to Huang Zixian's hand, saying, "Take it away."

Zhou Ziqin asked hurriedly, "Did the prince see the scene of the tragic death of three people?"

Li Shubai nodded slightly, and said: "It's far-fetched, it's just a little like. How can such an absurd thing be linked to the handwriting of the emperor."

Zhou Ziqin suddenly lost interest, and said, "Is it."

He peeked at Huang Zixia and saw that she and Li Shubai were getting more and more like each other. Their faces were so stubborn that they couldn’t sigh in his heart and said, "Master, I think Di Cui killed Sun Leizi. I still have doubts about it. I'll go first. Take a look at Yizhuang and say goodbye."

Seeing Zhou Ziqin leave, Li Shubai motioned to Huang Zixian to get into the carriage.

The carriage passed by the door of Dali Temple, and the guard untied the rope that flicked the sand, and it followed obediently, which was so obedient.

Huang Zixia sat down on his old seat-a low stool.

Li Shubai stretched her hand to her, she immediately understood, took out the scroll in her arms, and held it in front of him.

Li Shubai unfolded it and spread it on the small table. Several cases were shorter, with a framed part hanging down on his lap. He put his hand on the scroll, and followed the first painting with his fingertips, which seemed to be an image of a person being burned to death, slowly sliding down: "You said last time, do you think this is a person burned? Lethal look?"

"Yes... and the thin and narrow vertical line above, we feel like a thunderbolt falling from the sky. So this picture looks like a person was struck to death by thunder, burning his whole body, and struggling to death."

"The Zhang family said that this painting is the royal brush of the first emperor, do you believe it?" He raised his eyes slightly and looked at her.

Huang Zixia thought, and slowly said, "I haven't seen the calligraphy of the first emperor, so I'm not sure."

"I can be sure."

Li Shubai silently pressed his hand on the painting and said, "This ink is specially made by Zu Min. In his later years, the emperor was sick and disliked the smell of ink, so Zu changed the formula and removed the pearl jade shavings. In addition, a new incense from a foreign country was added to the ink ingots. Only ten ingots were made, seven ingots were used, and three ingots were buried. It has been ten years now, and it is still the fragrance of that year."

Huang Zixian bent his head and smelled it, and there was only a very faint scent, but that strange scent was indeed very different from other scents.

She raised her head and looked at Li Shubai again, and Li Shubai said again: "The emperor first used a pen to write or draw, and often compare it to the side. It is his habit for many years. If he is not a person who is often around him, he usually doesn't know it. And you see here--"

Beside the vertical line that they saw as thunder, there was a line as thin as a hairline that was almost invisible.

"This line is not parallel to the one next to it. Obviously it is not the messy hair on the brush, but the traces that were accidentally drawn when the brush strokes were made at that time."

Huang Zixia said: "I will go to Zhang's house and ask Father Zhang about the origin of this painting in detail."

"It's time to ask, why did the emperor paint such a painting, and why did he give it to a private doctor." Li Shubai said slowly.

Huang Zixian looked at the painting, and remembered the unusual reaction of King E Li Run. Sure enough, Li Shubai also said: "And now, we should go to King E's Mansion-since you said that when he saw this painting, he reacted abnormally."