The Golden Hairpin

King E Li Run always stayed quietly in the mansion as long as there was nothing to do. Today, Li Shubai has sent someone to tell him, so when they arrived, he had already made the tea and was waiting for their arrival.

On his hand, there is a flat box.

"Fourth brother, I heard that Tongchang had an accident in Pingkangfang?" He poured tea for them personally, and the boiling smoke of tea water curled up, and the scent of the whole tea room became illusory.

Li Shubai nodded and said, "Something happened."

"Injured?" he asked again.

Li Shubai shook his head: "It has passed away."

Li Run's hand suddenly stagnated, and one or two points of tea splashed outside, but he didn't feel anything. He just stared at the tea foam spinning in the teacup. His voice was so harsh as to be squeezed out of his throat: "Yes. ...How did you die?"

"It was the nine-luan hairpin she most cherished stabbed to death." Li Shubai said.

"Who stabbed?" he asked again.

Li Shubai shook his head: "The scene was chaotic, and the murderer could not be caught."

Li Run put down the teapot, spent a while, and said in a low voice: "As a princess, how could Tongchang die so unclearly like this? It's incredible..."

"The most unbelievable thing is not the death of the princess, but..." Li Shubai motioned to Huang Zixia to put the painting that he brought over in several cases and unfolded it to him, "Has the seventh brother seen this painting?"

Li Run nodded and said, "I saw it once in Zhang Xingying's house. I didn't expect it... At that time, a few of us pointed to the three graffiti on it and laughed casually... It all came true."

"Well, I also heard about it." Li Shubai sighed, "I have seen this painting before Tongchang's death, but I didn't take it too seriously. If I could detect the strangeness at that time, maybe today. It will be different."

"Actually, I...have already felt that this painting is not right." Li Run hesitated and said with difficulty, "When I first saw it, I thought it was too weird. I still don’t have a clue on Japan, I’m afraid I can only ask my fourth brother to answer my doubts."

As he spoke, he took the flat box beside him and opened it.

Inside was a folded piece of paper, which seemed to be the old cotton paper used by the maids in the palace to trace patterns, with two or three black ink scribbled with eyebrows. These groups of graffiti are as chaotic as the painting by Zhang's family.

Li Shubai and Huang Zixia looked at each other, Li Shubai picked up the painting and motioned for her to come and have a look together.

This is a piece of tissue paper the size of a handkerchief. The painter obviously has no foundation and the lines are skewed and weak. It can be seen that the basic outlines of the two paintings are the same. The first one, a thin line of black ink; the second one, the horizontal and vertical lines surrounding the incomprehensible ink mass; the third one, two pieces of black connected together, one on top and one on the bottom.

Zhang's painting can barely be seen as the appearance of three people when they died. This painting is roughly the same as the outline, but the details are not correct. It is completely incomprehensible and can only be seen as three ink balls.

Li Shubai looked at it for a long time, then handed the painting to Huang Zixia, and then asked Li Run: "I don't know where the fourth brother's painting came from?"

Li Run held the tea cup in his hand and sighed softly, "Don't dare to hide from the fourth brother, this picture was painted by my mother and concubine."

Both Huang Zixian and Li Shubai were slightly startled, but they didn't expect that this painting was actually made by Li Run's mother and concubine. Huang Zixia did not know the secrets of the royal family, but Li Shubai knew very well that Li Run's mother, Chen Xiuyi, was gentle and considerate, so she had always served personally during the years when the emperor was not hesitating.

On the night before the emperor died, she collapsed due to excessive sadness, so that she was confused and stupid. After obtaining the consent of the concubines, Li Run took his mother and concubine out of the palace to provide support in his palace.

"The mother's concubine passed away last year. A few days before her death, as if she had returned to the light, she recognized me. Maybe it was God's pity. I thought that the me in her memory would always be my childhood ten years ago. Looks like." The corners of his lips were as usual, with a slight smile, but water vapor flooded in his eyes, "The mother concubine took advantage of her final sobriety and gave me this painting. At that time, I didn't care. But after her death, I found out that this was the only thing my mother concubine handed over to me. So although I thought it was something my mother and concubine scribbled when she became ill, it was kept in the study room until a few days ago. , I saw this painting in Zhang Xingying's home..."

He turned his gaze to the royal pen of the first emperor, his face filled with doubts: "But, why did the father leave such a painting, and why my mother and concubine, after ten years of illness, secretly painted this painting? And put it in my hands?"

Huang Zixian held the piece of tissue paper and asked, "Prince E, please forgive the slaves and maidservants. What did the toffee say when handing this painting to the prince?"

"Mother concubine said..." He frowned silently and motioned to the left and right. After everyone had retreated, he said softly, "The mother concubine was unconscious at that time, saying, the world of Tang Dynasty..."

The Tang Dynasty is about to die.

But he still couldn't export, so he could only say softly: "She is upside down, which may mean that the world is disturbed, and Datang is going to decline... and that this painting is related to the survival of Datang, so I must hide it."

Li Shubai took the piece of paper from Huang Zixia's hand, and solemnly handed it over to him, saying, "Thank you Seventh Brother. Now it seems that this painting must be your mother and concubine's copy of the first emperor's writing based on her own memory. ."

Li Run took the painting back and was even more surprised, and asked, "That painting is the first emperor's... legacy?"

Li Shubai nodded and said: "I have already checked the court archives in the inner palace. It is stated in the official notes of the emperor that Zhang Xingying's father, Zhang Weiyi, entered the palace to visit his father on the tenth day of August in the 13th year of Dazhong."

Li Run recalled the situation at the time and said: "At that time, I was still young, but I also knew that the emperor had taken the pill by mistake. Since May of that year, he had been unconscious of the Eucharist and had been in a coma all day in July. The imperial doctor was helpless. Some of us princes who were still in the palace wanted to see the father, but they were always blocked by the eunuchs and couldn't see them. At that time, all the famous doctors in the capital were called into the palace, but there was nothing they could do..."

"And Zhang Weiyi was the last famous doctor who entered the palace on the day his father died." Li Shubai whispered, "I have sent someone to ask him about entering the palace that year. According to his memory, he was Duanrui in the capital. A famous doctor, he was sent to the palace in July to diagnose the pulse of the emperor, but the emperor was already unconscious at the time, but after he gave the injection, he did wake up. But he and everyone in the palace knew that this was just a return to the light and called him in. The palace treats the emperor’s illness, and only asks for the emperor to wake up for a while so that he can properly arrange major events behind him."

Huang Zixian whispered: "However, this hard-won short-term sobriety finally turned into a painting given to Zhang Weiyi by the emperor?"

Li Shubai and Li Run naturally both had such doubts. At that time, when the first emperor was already dead, what he should do was definitely not to give a folk doctor a painting, but to deploy the imperial affairs behind him.

"That's why this is what makes people puzzled. And Zhang Weiyi himself is actually at a loss. Because he quickly retreated after the first emperor woke up. After all, he is a private doctor, how can he listen to court events?" Li Shubai Slightly frowned and said, "The same is recorded in the archives in the palace. The emperor woke up and Zhang Weiyi withdrew. Before reaching the palace gate, someone from behind caught up and said that the emperor thanked Doctor Zhang for his hand and bestowed a picture of the imperial pen. He was overjoyed and hurried to bow to Zichen Hall. , I collected the rolled up painting again, opened it and looked at it as I walked, and suddenly felt shocked."

Huang Zixia's eyes fell on the painting following their whispers. Such an inexplicable graffiti would have been written by the emperor ten years ago, which is really unexpected. Presumably Zhang Weiyi felt unbelievable when he saw this painting for the first time.

And ten years later, there will be three cases that are exactly the same as the graffiti. It has to be said that it is unbelievable and elusive.

Farewell to King E Li Run, and they embarked on their return journey in the dark night.

"You go back to the mansion first, or go to Dali Temple?"

Huang Zixian said without hesitation: "Go back to the house and bring some food to Dali Temple. Zhou Ziqin and Zhang Xingying are still there."

He also did not object, only saying: "After I come back, I will be waiting for you in the pillows."

Huang Zixia didn't care about eating, so she went to the kitchen to pick up a food box, and rushed to Dali Temple in the carriage of the palace.

Dali Temple Shaoqing Cui Chunzhan, because of the princess, has rushed to the princess mansion. As soon as Huang Zi Xia heard the news, he seemed to see his usual expression like a toothache.

Cheng Fan Yang of Dali Temple was on duty. He saw Huang Zixian coming over and met her very politely. His face is still green to this day: "Daddy Yang, what do you say about this, princess, and she is also the most beloved princess Tongchang. He was actually killed on the street like this!"

Huang Zixia sighed: "We can only wait for the emperor's will now."

Fan Yang stomped and sighed, completely indifferent to the other affairs of the Yamen. Even Huang Zixia didn't care when she said that she was going to find Lu Dicui with a food box, so she waved her hand in and let her in: "Zi Qin and that Zhang Xingying are also inside, so please go in."

The sky was dim, and there was only an oil lamp lit in a hole in the clean room, casting a faint light. When Huang Zixian stood at the door, she only saw Di Cui and Zhang Xingying close together, and the small group of beating flames coated them with a faint brilliance. They were motionless, just staring at the light in a daze.

Zhou Ziqin was squatting at the door, and when she saw her coming, she jumped up excitedly: "Chonggu, are you here? Ah... it's so good, so good, and brought food, I'm starving to death!"

He took the food box in Huang Zixia's hand and went inside excitedly and said, "Second Brother Zhang, Ah Di, regardless of the rest, eat the most, come, come, eat something first!"

Zhou Ziqin Qin quickly set up the dishes, put the two bowls of dishes that he thought was the best in front of Di Cui and Huang Zi Xian, and then distributed chopsticks to everyone.

The chef of the Prince Kui's Mansion has always been very good to Huang Zixia, and they all gave her the best dishes, but it's a pity that all four of them couldn't eat it.

Huang Zixian looked at Di Cui, and said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "Miss Lu, I believe Ziqin has also told you about it. There are a few small things to spend again, please tell us."