The Golden Hairpin

When the rumors in the capital were raging, the weather gradually became colder, and it was the winter solstice.

Datang worships the sky on the winter solstice, and the ceremony is cumbersome and vast. This year's sacrifice ceremony to the heavens was still the first shot of the emperor, the second shot of the queen, and the third shot of the king, so Li Shubai changed his clothes early in the morning and went to the Daming Palace.

Huang Zixian sent Li Shubai away, thinking about what a person is doing in the palace. Zhou Ziqin has already come to his door: "Chonggu, today, all the main roads in the capital are watching the Fa conference, it is very lively, come on, let's go see it together!"

Huang Zixian hesitated for a moment, then changed into men's clothing and went out with him. Zhou Ziqin was still riding that Xiaoxia, and Na Fusha was also familiar with it. The two horses were both gentle-tempered and wiped each other's noses and were very affectionate.

The weather was very cold, and there seemed to be signs of snow. Each of the great avenues in Beijing has its own magical powers, and each has its own tricks when doing dharma work. Some specialize in chanting with beautiful and handsome little Taoist priests, some almost burn the mahogany sword with their swords, and some are playing gongs and cymbals when two people are facing each other. It is very lively...

They went around in Beijing and ate four or five refreshments on the side of the road, and it was already mid-afternoon.

"Chonggu, where are you going to play? I'll take you there... By the way, you are still waiting for the eunuch? Have you paid this month?"

Huang Zixian said helplessly: "No, now my career journey is very difficult. Everyone knows that I am a woman. It seems impossible to upgrade me. I won't send my salary. Now I stay in the palace of Kui every day. Let’s eat."

"Let’s just say, you’re going to mix with me. Come to be our female head catcher from Shu, it’s absolutely cool and fun, and it also reflects your unique value. It also pays you every month, twice as much as others. Sample?"

"No, the inheritance left by my parents is enough for me for a lifetime." She sighed, huddled her somewhat cold hands, and whispered, "There is King Kui, and the family dare not swallow it. ."

Zhou Ziqin thought for a while, then remembered a particularly serious matter, and hurriedly asked: "By the way, Chonggu, let me ask you, Wang Yun really retired?"

"That's right." She didn't want to bring up the matter, turned and walked towards the destination of the stroll ahead.

Zhou Ziqin followed her, and said depressed: "Wang Yun, this bastard, where do you find a good woman like you? She is good-looking, smart and kind, and can dig a grave with me to examine the corpse! I missed you. , Can I find another one in the world?"

Huang Zixia didn't know if he praised himself, so she could only smile bitterly. When she looked up and saw where she was, she stopped blankly again.

She was standing in front of Guangdefang.

The place where she became famous twelve years ago was also Yu Xuan's home.

She walked slowly to the door of Yu Xuan's house, stood in front of the low wall, and looked inside.

The place was completely different from that of the past, when the honeysuckle that was full of walls was gone, and the exposed stone walls were full of moss. The pomegranate trees in the courtyard were also cut down, the bluestone slabs were dusty, and the small ditches were blocked by rubbish. The yard was filled with bamboo baskets and straw baskets, which made her think at first glance that she had found the wrong place.

Zhou Ziqin stood behind her, wondering why she stood in front of this courtyard for a long time in a daze. He asked: "Are you here to find someone?"

She shook her head slowly and said, "No, I'm just here to take a look."

"What's so good about this?" Zhou Ziqin turned around and sat down on the railing beside him, brushed the railing for her, took out the oranges he had just bought, and peeled her half. "It's very sweet, come on."

Huang Zixia sat down next to him, took a slice of the orange, and said in a low voice, "This is Yu Xuan's home."

Zhou Ziqin suddenly said "Oh", and his mouth became a surprised circle: "Do you remember this place?"

She nodded: "Well, that was the first time I helped my father solve the case."

"If..." Zhou Ziqin looked at the small yard, then turned to look at her, and asked hesitantly, "I mean if, if you are twelve years old and come back here again, that case is yours again. It happened again...Will you remind your father to let him arrest Yu Xuan's brother and change the fate of Yu Xuan's life?"

"Yes." She said without thinking.

Zhou Ziqin was a bit nasty, but she didn't expect her to answer so quickly.

"Even if I want to change Yu Xuan's life and the destiny of my family, but the crime has already happened, and I know the truth in my heart, how can I deliberately ignore patience and not stretch it out for the future?" She squeezed the orange. Looking up at the gloomy snowy weather, he said slowly, "But I will definitely call people to pay close attention to his family's situation, and will never let the tragedy happen again. At least, I will take good care of his mother so that she will not be in mourning. After the son, he fell into madness because of grief, and finally died."

Zhou Ziqin nodded earnestly: "Well, then the very important thing is to help Yu Xuan well."

Huang Zixia looked up at the sky for a long time before sighing softly. It was too cold, and her sigh was filled with a faint white mist, dissipating in the cloudy sky.

She slowly said, but clearly: "No, if I can live again, I won't know him again."

Those beautiful pasts, those dreamy girl times, the teenager who used to smile slightly in the sunset--

Not all of them.

"But... life can't be repeated, can it?" She seemed to be muttering to herself, sucking in the cold air deeply, and then squeezing the stuff in her chest little by little. Come out, exhale in the air.

"Let's go, there is nothing to miss, and nothing to be sentimental." She said, standing up slowly.

Zhou Ziqin looked at her worriedly and asked, "Chonggu, what can you do from now on?"

Huang Zixia turned to look at him.

"You... broke the marriage contract with Wang Yun, and Yu Xuan died again..." He ate the orange anxiously, frowning, not knowing whether it was sour by the orange or for psychological reasons, "Or, you still come and follow I'm fucking, don't you think about the female head catcher?"

Huang Zixia shook his head and said, "Perhaps later, but now, I still have things to do."

"Huh? What's the matter?" He blinked.

"My family's unjust case can be reversed by King Kui. Now that there is such a weird spell around him, I have to help him find out the details."

Zhou Ziqin patted his chest and said, "Yes, King Kui also helped me a lot. He built my autopsy tools for me in the Ministry of War. I don't have to say this, count me!"

"It's great. If you help, it will definitely come to the bottom." Huang Zixian nodded and said, "I suspect that someone used the faded ink to put their hands and feet on that charm in an attempt to be unfavorable to King Kui."

"I know if the ink fades. Didn't I help you reproduce the handwriting on that piece of paper dust before? It's similar to that. I'll just make a new copy."

"No, it's not the same, this time it is Zhu Mo." Huang Zi Xia frowned, "The formula of Zhu Mo is completely different from that of Black Mo. Your spinach juice is useless. Moreover, the other party did not leave any traces on the original paper."

"Master...There must be some tricks I don't know!" Zhou Ziqin's eyes sparkled suddenly and excitedly, "I have to learn it!"

"Where are you going to study?" she asked.

"Come with me!" He threw all the oranges in his arms into the small cage on Xiao Xia's body, and ran to the West Market with her.

Before arriving at a mounting shop, Zhou Ziqin pointed to an old man with a goatee inside and asked, "Have you seen that old man?"

Huang Zi Xia nodded looking at the old man who was napping with his hands in the big cotton-padded jacket.

"He is the most famous decorator in Beijing. My method of boiled vegetables was discussed with him after I saw it in ancient books."

Huang Zixia immediately became in awe: "Are you going to learn painting from him specifically for this?"

"Yeah, do you work in this business, and you still have to live and learn? You forgot, in the case of Princess Kui last time, because of the difference between Wang Ruo and Jinnu, I went to study orthopedics. The slaughterhouse has studied a lot of trotters."

Zhou Ziqin pulled her into the store. The old man opened his eyes slightly and glanced at them, and asked weakly, "Master Zhou, what is it for you?"

Zhou Ziqin immediately put on a flattering smile: "Old Uncle Yi, since winter is so boring anyway, I came to learn from you again today."

The old man said with a cold face: "Go! The old man has no time to accompany you. The spinach juice was quarreled by you for more than half a year last time, and almost didn't destroy my old life!"

"Don't be like this... Don't you want to know how to eliminate the traces of Zhu Mo?"

"I need to study with you? It's too simple, white vinegar can dissolve the color of cinnabar!" The old man rolled his eyes.

"But does white vinegar smell?" Zhou Ziqin looked thirsty.

The old man raised his head and laughed proudly: "Hey...the secrets that have been passed down from the old man's ancestors, do you still want to tell you?"

"Okay..." Zhou Ziqin said, walking to the counter with a helpless look, and asked, "Uncle Yi, let me ask you, the method from your family can really wash Zhu Mo completely, no Leave a trace?"

"Nonsense, it's absolutely as clean as new! My Yi's family has been in Beijing for so many years. If I don't have such a unique skill, can I stand here?"

"real?"

"Really!" The old man scratched his neck, like a cockfight.

"So..." When it was said that it was too late, then it was soon. He grabbed a framed painting next to it, shaken it away, and then took a half-dried vermilion ink next to it, and splashed it all cleanly.

The old man Yi who had been leaning on the chair suddenly jumped up, grabbed the painting that had been splashed red by him, trembling with anger, and almost crying: "Zhanziqian...Zhanziqian's lying horse... …"

Huang Zixian took a step forward and looked at the picture, it turned out to be the real Zhan Ziqian. Although the horse in the painting was lying under the rocks, it had an aura of eagerness, vivid and vivid, and it was indeed written by everyone. It's a pity that Zhou Ziqin has splashed a plate of cinnabar on it now, and the horse is as if it was painted with blood, and it is really horrible.

"Why do you... why did you catch such a coincidence? Huh?" The old man was almost out of anger, blowing his beard and staring at him, almost tearing him off. Painting, it doesn’t matter if you splash a hundred sheets! You splash pious, you splash... I let you splash..."

The old man grabbed a scroll next to him and hit Zhou Ziqin with his face. Zhou Ziqin ran around the pillars in the shop while holding his head and asked, "Didn't you say that you can leave no traces at all?"

"I... my method will take at least three days! But today I will come to fetch the painting!" The old man yelled hysterically as he panted, "Not to mention this is Zhanziqian! If you break your fingernail when you get it, It's not enough to kill you **** a hundred!"

"Well...who is the master? At most, I deceived others and let him come three days later to pick up the painting."

"Bah! You little second generation ancestor still want to bully others? They are the princes!"

"...At most, I would kneel at his door and beg Jing to beg the crime." Zhou Ziqin was shameless anyway, and took the conversation without shame. "By the way, which prince?"

"King Zhao!"

"Let’s say it early, Zhao Wang and I are a little affectionate, I’ll go and tell him now, let him pick up the painting two days later." Zhou Ziqin said, when he raised his foot to go out, he turned around and asked, "It will be possible in three days. Finished? Then I will come to visit."

"Get out!" The old man's anger was raging, and he slashed over the scroll directly.

Holding the big bag on his head, Zhou Ziqin ran out of the frame shop in a desperate manner.