The Golden Hairpin

Seeing what he was holding in his hand was a letter.

The letter paper was a faint crimson color, occasionally sunlight flashed on it, and there was a trace of golden patterns flowing at the corners. It was extremely beautiful, and it was a woman's boudoir. But Huang Zixia was too far away from what was written on it, and he couldn't see clearly.

Walking to the Xingtang Temple in Daningfang, he finally stopped in front of the incense burner, opened the letter in his hand, and took a look.

After just a glance, he pressed his lips with perfect contour and lip color, and slowly raised his hand to tear off the letter in his hand.

Then, he put the pieces of letter paper in his hand into the incense burner, and then stopped and stood in front of the incense burner. He watched the pieces of shredded paper completely turn to ashes before turning around and walking along Anxingfang towards the office of the Imperial College. He left without looking back.

When Yu Xuan disappeared in the corner, on the empty street, Huang Zixia ran to the incense burner and looked inside. The letter paper was very heavy and had gold patterns. Even if it was melted into fly ash, it was not light or thin. It fluttered slowly a few times with the airflow of incense.

For some reason, Huang Zixia raised his hands, as if catching a butterfly, and held the largest piece of it in his palm.

The piece of paper still carried a slight residual heat, and she carefully pulled down the sleeves to cushion her hands with the sleeves to isolate her hand sweat, and then closed her hands covered by the sleeves.

She wrapped this warm secret in her palm with a thin crepe. She did not dare to move her hands again, fearing that a slight movement of her palm would destroy the integrity of the paper dust.

She put her palms together, holding the unknown secret, and rushed towards Chongrenfang on the street.

Zhou's concierge already knew her very well, so he invited her in directly.

Zhou Ziqin, who was still staying in the secluded courtyard today, was smashing his bones. He was startled when he saw Huang Zixian running with his palms together: "Chonggu, what happened to your hand? It was nailed?"

She carefully opened her palm to reveal the piece of paper inside: "You help me get something."

"...Paper dust?" Zhou Ziqin was puzzled, "Where did this come from?"

"In the incense burner of Xingtang Temple."

Zhou Ziqin showed a serious and serious look, and said to her, "Chonggu, let me tell you one thing. If you are sick, you have to go to see a doctor. Haven't you never believed in ghosts and gods? Tell you, if you are sick, you will catch one. You must not do ridiculous things like flushing incense ash and drinking it! If you do, I will definitely despise you!"

"This is a letter." Huang Zixian reluctantly pushed the paper ashes in front of him, "There are clues that I need to know urgently. If you can reveal the words on it, I'll... invite you to dinner."

"Who hasn't eaten yet?" Zhou Ziqin despised her disdain, and gently inserted a piece of paper between her palm and the paper ash, then gently lifted it and moved the piece of ash onto the paper.

"Then say it yourself, what do you want."

"From now on, you can no longer leave me like at noon today, and then go and investigate the case yourself!" He made a condition.

Huang Zixia explained: "I went to the princess's mansion at noon. The princess did not speak. How can I take others there?"

"Hmph, can't you say that I am the assistant sent to you by Dali Temple?" He glared at her.

Huang Zixian helplessly: "Well...As long as there is no special situation, I will call you."

"Great!" Zhou Ziqin suddenly opened his eyebrows and smiled, slapped Huang Zixia's shoulder vigorously, "I like following you the most, Chonggu! Following you, there are dead bodies!"

Huang Zixian pretended not to hear: "The words on the paper ash..."

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Zhou Ziqin splashed a basin of water, gently placed the paper on the surface of the water, and then with the slightest motion, pulled the paper underneath from the water.

The paper ash floated gently on the water. Zhou Ziqin flipped through the shelf next to it for a long time, found a small bottle, and carefully poured the light green liquid inside along the edge of the paper ash, and said:" This is what I refined after repeated torture and filtration with hundreds of catties of spinach according to the ancient method. I usually don’t want to use it.”

The liquid slowly spreads away and penetrates into the paper dust. The whole piece of paper dust was attacked by the liquid, and suddenly there was writing on the black dust. That is the ink color remaining on the paper dust disappeared rapidly, slightly faster than the paper dust, so it showed a kind of trace of light color. .

The handwriting disappeared for only a moment, as if it was just a flash of gray color on the black letters. Although it is not clear, it is barely discernible.

"Yue...hua...sun...photo...yin..."

Zhou Ziqin carefully looked at the words above, trying to identify: "What do you mean?"

Huang Zixian stared blankly at the five white fonts on the piece of paper ash disappearing quickly, and the whole piece of paper ash finally dissolved in the water.

She slowly and hardly whispered: "I think the third word is that the word "liu" has been torn in half, and the fifth word, it should be that the word "jun" has been torn in half..."

"Yuehua Liu Zhaojun..." Zhou Ziqin suddenly realized, "A sentence from Zhang Ruoxu's "Chunjiang Hua Yueye"!"

At this time, I look at each other and not hear, and I am willing to look at each other month by month.

He looked up at her and asked, "Love letter?"

Huang Zixian nodded and shook his head again. She could not speak, but sat down blankly, looking at the gray stain.

Under the erosion of the green liquid, the whole piece of paper ash has been turned into ashes, half-sinking and half-floating scattered.

The remaining words finally disappeared forever.

Zhou Ziqin was still complacent: "Not bad? I found that spinach juice can remove the ink stains on the clothes, and then I found a way to extract the juice in ancient books. After using this special juice, the ink on the paper dust It will be faded by the spinach juice immediately before the paper dust dissolves. Although there is only such a slight time difference, it is enough for us to see the handwriting. I am too good, right?"

Huang Zixian reluctantly nodded and said, "Yes."

Zhou Ziqin realized that there was something wrong with her, and hurriedly asked, "Chonggu, what's the matter with you? Your face looks... ugly."

"No...what." She whispered, glanced at the grey-green sewage, took a long and deep breath, and barely calmed herself down.

Zhou Ziqin was still looking at her worriedly. She avoided his gaze, looked at the sky outside, stood up and said, "Thank you for your help, I... go now."

"Let's go after dinner. You run around every day, do you eat well?"

"I don't have time. I have to go back and see the painting at Zhang Xingying's house. I remember that the prince said before that I would borrow it from Dali Temple."

Back to the palace of Kui, Huang Zixia felt exhausted physically and mentally.

She cheered up and went to see Li Shubai first as usual, and informed him of the content of the letter.

Li Shubai listened carelessly, playing with the colored glaze cup in his hand. The small fish in the colored glaze lamp floated along the slowly reverberating water. Involuntarily, they could only wiggle their tails in vain to keep them smooth.

"It's true that the rumors in the market are true, don't you?" Li Shubai looked at the small fish in the water, his voice in the water at this time, only a few gentle waves appeared.

"Yes..." she replied in a low voice.

He finally turned his gaze to look at her. For the first time there was hesitation and thought in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but after a long time, he finally turned his gaze away, as if to comfort her, and as if talking to himself. Said: "The rumors often only reflect part of the truth, or simply false smoke."

Huang Zixia didn't know the meaning of his words. After standing in front of him for a long time, he couldn't figure out his clues. So he changed the subject and asked, "I wonder if Dali Temple got the painting from Zhang Xingying?"

"No."

She looked up at Li Shubai in surprise.

"When Dali Temple went to check, Zhang Xingying opened the cabinet, only to find that the painting was gone."

"It's gone?" She recalled the scene when Zhang Xingying put the scroll back and put it back, frowning slightly, "Zhang's father cherishes this painting very much, and only when important things are taken out will he hang it for worship, and it is usually locked in a cabinet... Suddenly lost?"

"The people in Dali Temple believed that he insisted on not surrendering it and hindered the investigation, so he searched his house, but didn't find it." Li Shubai said lightly, "Originally, it could be said to be a coincidence, but now it seems , Maybe there is a problem."

Huang Zixian felt uneasy and asked, "I don't know what Dali Temple is going to do with it?"

Li Shubai glanced at her and said, "Today, Dali Temple has directly summoned Zhang Xingying to the Beijing Defense Department. It is estimated that Ying Mao will be called away on the first day. There will be rumors in the Defense Department. Now the Beijing Defense Department has already spoken. , Let him find the painting first, and then go to the Yamen. In my opinion, if he can't hand over the painting in the near future, I guess he will be in a bit of trouble."

Huang Zixia sighed inwardly and said, "Yes, I will pay attention to this."

Li Shubai picked up the stack of paper next to her and handed it to her and said, "This was given to you by Dali Temple. It is said that it was something you asked them to investigate last time."

Huang Zixian took it, naturally knowing that it was mentioned to Zhou Ziqin last time, when Zhang Xingying knew that Di Cui's matter was related to the princess's mansion.

At that time, he said that he didn't know about it and didn't know Wei Ximin.

However, the investigation of Dali Temple, in black and white, completely overthrew Zhang Xingying's claim.

Huang Zixian pressed her lips tightly, put the survey book away, and said, "In this case, I'm afraid I have to go to Zhangjia for a trip now."

Li Shubai waved his hand and said, "Go, I guess everyone from the Defense Department knows you, and I don't need my handwriting anymore."

"It really doesn't work, there is also a letter from the palace." She smiled reluctantly, and when she stood up to go out, she suddenly felt that darkness was coming in front of her, and she couldn't help but fell into a seat.

Li Shubai, who was sitting opposite her, had quick eyes and quick hands. He pushed away the cases in front of him with one hand, and embraced her who had fainted with the other. He supported her and sat halfway on the carpet on the ground to avoid knocking on the cases.

Huang Zixian waited for the blackness in front of her to gradually recede, looked at Li Shubai who was supporting her, and flicked it manually, trying to stand up from his arms, but helplessly, she didn't have any strength at all, so she could only whisper: " Thank you prince... I may be tired, so I can rest for a while."

Li Shubai looked down at her who was pale but still stubborn. Without saying a word, he hugged her horizontally, strode to the front of the couch, and gently placed her on it.

Huang Zixia saw him looking down at her, staring at her with that deep gaze, making her feel nervous and embarrassed. She could only turn her eyes to one side and whispered: "I'm sorry...I was rude in front of the lord... "

"It's my fault." He interrupted her with a deep voice.

Huang Zixia was surprised when he heard that there were many things in his voice that she couldn't distinguish, and she looked at his face.

And his voice was low, and he said softly: "I forgot...you are a woman."

She looked at him in amazement, and for a long time, she whispered: "It's okay, even I myself have forgotten about it."