The Golden Hairpin

People in the Royal Mansion of E are now in panic. From the guard to the maid, they are all trembling when they see them coming in. Although they all greeted them with smiles, the feeling that the tree fell and scattered still enveloped the entire Royal Mansion.

Before Huang Zixian went to the concubine Chen's spiritual seat. The concubine's spirit still enshrines incense and candle offerings as usual, and everything in the temple is placed as usual, everything is the same as when she came last time.

Huang Zixia knelt before the spirit, holding the incense in both hands, and prayed in a low voice.

Opening her eyes, she held the incense stick in front of the one-and-a-half-foot diameter high-foot stove in front of Lingqian, and inserted the incense into the incense ash.

With a slight sound, the incense stick broke in the incense ash. Huang Zixia felt that under the supposedly soft incense ash, some hard things got into the incense stick.

She remained silent, and used the remaining half of the incense to poke a little bit of the incense ash, and saw a bright light shine through the black-gray incense ash.

She plucked the incense ash to cover up the things below, casually found a soft place to insert the incense stick, and then asked the maids next to her: "Will Lord E come here to give his mother incense every day?"

The maids nodded one after another and said, "Yes, the prince is a filial piety. The first thing every morning is to come here to worship, without exception."

"The day the prince's accident... was the same?"

"Yes, the prince got up early to worship. Because of the winter solstice that day, the prince came before dawn and shut himself in the hall. We were all waiting outside the door, I remember... the prince only took a moment to come. come out."

"Yes, we also said at the time that the prince is really filial, and the prince is very serious when paying homage to the ancestors on the winter solstice."

Huang Zixian nodded and asked, "Which guests have you met recently?"

"Our prince has always been so quiet, and there are not many visitors. Since the visit of King Yuekui, he has thanked guests behind closed doors, and has never contacted anyone except the man in the house."

Huang Zixia was startled slightly and asked, "Have you never been out?"

"No." Everyone shook their heads unanimously and said affirmatively: "The servants have also persuaded the prince to let the prince go out and relax, but the prince is depressed and sad every day. At first, he went to the garden to go around. Except for this side, almost never exited the palace gate."

"Yes, although the prince did not go out before, he occasionally went to the nearby Buddhist temples to talk with the masters about Zen and drink tea, but it was never like that during that time... It can be seen that the prince may have made up his mind at that time. NS……"

Several of the maids started to cry as they talked. As soon as their emotions became contagious, even the eunuchs next to them began to cry.

Zhou Ziqin was the worst cry to women, looking at Huang Zixia at a loss. She winked at Zhou Ziqin and said, "Now we are ordered to investigate this matter, and we will definitely give an explanation to the Royal Palace of E. Please go out first and allow us to look for material evidence related to this case in the hall. "

After the group of people had retreated, Zhou Ziqin went to close the door, and Huang Zixian had already reached the incense burner, covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and picked up the phoenix-mouth chopsticks next to her.

Under the soft incense ash, she first pulled out the luminous object, which was a dagger. She picked it up, patted it on the edge of the incense burner, and after the dust was lifted away, the dagger body was exposed, with cold light dazzling.

When Zhou Ziqin looked at it, he suddenly cried out in shock, "It's that dagger!"

The dagger is four inches long and one inch wide, and the blade is as thin as paper. It's just that this dagger seems to have been smashed severely, the body of the dagger has been distorted, and the blade has also curled, only the cold light is dazzling, and it is still impossible to look directly at it.

Huang Zixian slowly placed it on the altar table and said, "Yes, it's exactly the same as the dagger Gongsun Auntie used to be in Shu."

"It is said that this is made of cold iron. Emperor Taizong has cast a total of 24 pieces, but almost all of them have escaped except for the most outstanding handle. The only remaining handle seems to have been given to Emperor Zeus the last time. Rear……"

"Now this dagger has been smashed beyond recognition, and I can't recognize whether it is the one that Gongsun Auntie used to kill Qi Teng." Huang Zixian said, and drew it a few times in the ashes with a phoenix mouth chopstick. A bunch of tatters came.

It is a red silk thread that burns to the length of the little finger. The color is very bright. Even if it is covered with gray, it is still dazzling red after the dust is patted.

Zhou Ziqin saw that Huang Zixia was still in the ashes and continued to scrabble. He was impatient for a while and said, "When will I have to scrabble with so much ash? I'll come."

He lifted one foot of the furnace and directly poured everything inside to the ground, and the dust in the canopy suddenly spread.

Huang Zixian was speechless and said, "You are disrespectful to Princess Chen."

"Ah? Will it? Anyway, Princess Chen has been dead for several years, so I won't mind." Zhou Ziqin said, taking a bamboo stick next to it, and started toss it in the ashes.

Huang Zixia had no choice but to search with him.

Before long, all the foreign objects inside were removed. A dagger that was smashed to the face; a few red silk threads remaining after the fire; a few pieces of smooth and clean jade, put together to form a jade bracelet.

"And... don't you find it familiar?" Huang Zixia picked up one of the broken jade and handed it to Zhou Ziqin.

When Zhou Ziqin saw the bright and shiny bracelets from the ashes, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's such a good jade, I've never seen such a beautiful one...Oh, no, no, I didn't help you from the exhibit room in Shu before. Did you steal two bracelets? One of the Pisces was broken by you, and the other was Fu Xinruan. The quality of that jade is truly the best in the world..."

Having said that, he looked at the broken jade in his hand, and then at the other pieces that were put together by Huang Zixia, which looked like a bracelet. He was stunned: "Could it be...that bracelet?"

"Um". Huang Zixia still remembers clearly that when she and Li Shubai sent this bracelet back to King E, he cherishly offered it to his mother's spirit. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, this bracelet has turned into a pile of broken jade.

"No matter what, as long as it is related to this case, save it first." Zhou Ziqin is best at this kind of thing, and immediately put all the things he packed in his sleeves and arms. Not so obvious.