The Golden Hairpin

The people from Dali Temple came to them to inquire about the situation at the time, and after recording the case, they asked the monks who were fighting the fire and the guards who assisted in maintaining order at the nearby Yamen, and they seemed to be busy again.

Li Shubai said goodbye to Cui Chunzhan and walked out of the temple with Huang Zixia. After the chaos, the carriage of the Kui Palace still stopped at the entrance of the temple dedicatedly. The coachman Yuan Bo has covered the roof of the wagon with tarpaulin to prevent heavy rain from leaking into the roof.

It was raining a lot. On the streets of Chang'an, some people scurry around with their heads in their arms, some use umbrellas and walk as a car, and some stand under the trees and look anxiously at the sky.

The carriage moved smoothly all the way. When he arrived at Pingkangfang, he was supposed to turn to North Street, but Yuan Bo suddenly pulled the horse and stopped abruptly.

There was a sudden stop in the car, and Huang Zixian, who was sitting on the small bench inside, was caught off guard, dived and hit the car wall. Fortunately, Li Shubai reacted very quickly. He raised his hand to hold her shoulder and stopped her when her forehead was about to hit the car wall.

Huang Zixia stroked her forehead with lingering fears, thanked Li Shubai, and asked the driver in the rain, "Uncle Yuan, why did you stop suddenly?"

The coachman hurriedly said: "There is someone on the road ahead and it is blocked."

Huang Zixia also heard the faint noise, and took the umbrella in the car, and said to Li Shubai: "I'll go down and take a look." She got out of the car while holding the umbrella.

The front is the intersection of Dongshi and Pingkangfang. Several people stood scattered on the side of the road watching the excitement. In the middle of the road was a child lying on the ground. He looked only four or five years old and fell to the ground in a coma in the rain, not knowing whether it was alive or dead.

There were a lot of people on the sidelines, but saw that the child had messy clothes and was covered in filthy clothes. He appeared to be a little beggar. He fell into the mud again. For a while, he just pointed, but no one helped him to take a look.

Huang Zixian hesitated for a moment, and was about to step forward to look at the little beggar, but when the crowd around the audience reacted, they all looked forward.

It turned out to be a young man who came out of Shengye Temple. He saw the little beggar on the ground at a glance, and quickly walked forward and put the umbrella in his hand on his shoulders, freeing up the little beggar with his hands that would fall to the ground. The beggar picked it up.

The man wore a white plain gauze shirt with a faintly recognizable silver macaroni pattern embroidered on his shirt. The cyan oil paper umbrella lined his slender white figure, as bright as the rising moon. But the little beggar fell in the rain, covered in mud and grout, but he completely ignored it, and only gently placed the unconscious little beggar in his arms.

When the people around saw such a noble man, he treated such a humble and dirty beggar with such tenderness, and everyone looked at each other.

When he raised his head, the people around him could see his face clearly and involuntarily took a deep breath.

The heavy rain poured down the entire Chang'an. The man's face was clear in the rain, as if the rain falling on him only added to his clarity. The extremely handsome facial features, the flawless eyebrows, the agility between the young and the young, are as clean and soft as a new green grass, as clear and clear as the clouds in the early days, and the first touch of blue in the morning is delightful.

There are a million people in Chang'an, but there is only one body in a million people like this. In the three hundred years of the Tang Dynasty, only such a clear and vertical soul has precipitated in the three hundred years.

Everyone next to him was overwhelmed by his looks and temperament for a while, and they all forgot to come forward and help him.

The heavy rain is still pouring down, and people on the street are standing under the eaves of the house. The heavy rain washed the surrounding scenery blurred, leaving only the faint outline of the house, which was submerged behind the locust trees all over the street in depth. This turbid world was blurred into a cloud, and the whole world seemed to exist only to set off him.

Huang Zi Xia was holding an umbrella, looking at the man across the rainy days and places.

She looked at his temples stained with water droplets, at his eyes covered with low-hanging eyelashes, and at his curvaceous side like an ink painting. She forgot to breathe, forgot to wet the corners of her clothes with splashing raindrops, forgot to move her steps. She stood there blankly, motionless, as if she had forgotten the world.

Also-it makes people feel like a knife, pain, sadness, and suffocation.

I didn't expect that meeting him again would be in such a scene, in such a heavy rain.

Her hands holding the umbrella trembled violently, and she was standing in the rain, the cold rain eroded her whole body. But her body is colder than the rain outside.

The man holding the little beggar was walking towards her. He tried to use the umbrella on his shoulders to help the child in his arms cover the raindrops, while the drops of water from his hair tickled down, sliding straight down his white and slender neck into the collar, but it was not embarrassing at all. That clear and transparent feeling like colored glaze is shocking.

He held the little beggar in front of her and asked, "Which medical clinic is nearby..."

The rain was pouring, and the sound made the whole world very noisy. His gaze paused on her face, and then stopped abruptly in the second half.

He was stunned in front of her.

The rain was so heavy that the roar of the voice almost overwhelmed her. But she heard the silent scream of her chest in the sound of rain, overwhelming the rainstorm.

It looks like a world away.

And he never looked at her again. He lowered his head, protected the child in his arms, and walked past her step by step. The rain fell on his face, but he completely ignored it and walked by her side coldly.

At the moment when she passed by, Huang Zixia heard him say in a blade-like voice: "You'd better, disappear before I come back from the hospital."

Huang Zixian's throat tightened and her whole body froze. She desperately urged herself to regain consciousness, but it was useless—because she faced him, someone who had grabbed her soul many years ago.

And his gaze turned coldly and fell on her face: "Otherwise, I will take your ashes to comfort your father and mother's spirit in the sky."

Huang Zixian bit her lower lip hard, her heartbeat was rapid, she opened her mouth to say something, and tried hard a few times but didn't say it. Because she knows deeply that as long as she speaks, she will completely collapse, and she will no longer be able to stand in this world.

The umbrella in her hand couldn't cover the pouring rain at all, dampening the clothes on Huang Zixia's body. She couldn't restrain the shaking, and could hardly hold the oil paper umbrella. The whole person was crumbling, and the pain spreading from the heart was almost torn, splitting her whole person in half.

At this moment, a hand was slowly placed on her shoulder to protect her.

This hand is so powerful that she immediately has the strength to stand firm. That power spread all over the body along the shoulders, as if rescued, so that she could finally break free of the invisible hands that held her throat and grasped her heart, and exhaled the first breath that took a long time.

And Li Shubai, the owner of this hand, stood behind her, staring calmly at the young man opposite, and said unhurriedly: "You don't need to come back, you can go to the government now and let them ask King Kui for someone. ."

The person's gaze slowly shifted to him, as if it also connected him to the rumors of the capital, and there was a slight paleness on that unusually beautiful face.

Li Shubai's figure moved quietly and stood in front of Huang Zixian.

And Huang Zixia finally woke up. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words to him with difficulty: "In Xiakui Wangfu, **** Yang Chonggu, I don't know if Xiongtai is?"

He didn't speak, he just stared at her fixedly through the drizzle in Chang'an.

In those bright and clean eyes back then, there was tenderness to her, some pampering, the light that was bright as stars when staring at her, and the darkness that was as clear as autumn water when there was no choice. But now, there was only the icy cold of the abyss, making her whole heart seem to be in that dark place, falling, falling, falling.

Fortunately, Li Shubai's calm and gentle voice rang in her ears: "Chonggu, let's go."

The clear and clear man, when he saw Li Shubai's calm asylum gesture, and Huang Zixian accepted Li Shubai's protection with a logical expression, his eyes finally dimmed.

But it was just a moment. He hugged the little beggar and bowed his salute. His voice was calm: "Sorry, I mistakenly recognized the **** next to the prince as a heinous enemy. Now that the prince has spoken, it must be my fault. .

After that, he stopped looking at Huang Zixia, turned around and turned into the alley while holding the little beggar, without looking back.

Huang Zixia stood in the rain, holding the handle of the umbrella, feeling cold.

Li Shubai said coldly beside her: "Everyone is gone, how long will you have to stand."

His voice turned calm and calm, and became cold and harsh. And she was shocked in a trance, that his upper body had been wetted by the rain in several places.

Why did he get out of the car and come over to find himself in the rain, and why he didn't hesitate to protect her and support her?

She gritted her teeth and raised her hand to hold the umbrella in her hand to cover his body.

They were under the same umbrella, breathing and hearing each other. Li Shubai looked down at her quietly, his eyes showing a cold chill from under his thick eyelashes.

Thousands of raindrops fell from the sky, making the umbrella surface rustling. The rain was heavy, and the surrounding streets and alleys fainted in the rain, leaving only the shadowy blue-gray shadows, and the whole world was in a trance.

And in such a trance, Huang Zixian heard Li Shubai's voice, as if it was far away or near: "Yu Xuan?"

Huang Zixian was silent, mechanically holding the umbrella in his hand and standing half a step in front of him, not speaking or saying anything. Although the umbrella is not small, she kept holding it for him, and the back half of her body was soaked in the rain.

It's just that her body is trembling slightly, the hand holding the umbrella is so tightly closed, the joints are all white, but she still stubbornly refuses to let go.

Li Shubai raised his hand and held the umbrella in her hand. She looked up at him blankly, and he took the umbrella from her hand, took her hand, and whispered, "Let's go."

Huang Zixia didn't seem to understand what was going on. He couldn't help but was dragged forward by him, only looking at Li Shubai blankly.

He helped her hold the umbrella, walked slowly through the rainy street, and led her to the carriage stopped at the intersection.

The heavy rain was isolated, 72 Square stood quietly in the heavy rain, and the whole world was noisy and far away.

Her hands were cold and soft, lying quietly in his grasp, without a single move.