The Golden Hairpin

Huang Zixia took the tea and looked back. It was Wang Yun who was standing behind her with a gentle smile. The previous murders and the noise around him seemed to have not affected him at all.

Seeing her hesitated, Wang Yun poured a glass for Zhou Ziqin, and asked him with a smile, "Ziqin, what do you think? In this case, Duke Yang is the one who can do the right thing in the world?"

"I don't know what she would think if Huang Zixia was there." Zhou Ziqin held the teacup thoughtfully.

Wang Yun smiled and said, "I believe her and Duke Yang's ideas and practices should be exactly the same."

Huang Zixian glanced at Wang Yun awkwardly, then lowered her head to drink tea to hide herself: "Has Wang Duwei not returned yet?"

"The truth hasn't come to light yet. I didn't want to sleep when I went back." He sat down on the railing and looked at her with a smile.

Huang Zixia was speechless, and could only say to Zhou Ziqin: "Let's go back and rest first. It seems that there is no progress tonight."

"Are you going back?" Wang Yun stood up calmly, dusting the dust off his clothes, "I'm about to return to Jiedu Mansion too, you and I can go home together."

Huang Zixian glanced at him silently, and saw that he was gentle and open-minded, and could not refuse, so he could only follow him out of the prefecture.

After her Nafusha was rescued, her injuries have not yet healed, so she rode a horse, trying to be careful, and wandered out of the county guard house.

Wang Yun's horse also walked very slowly, and the two of them walked side by side, and their hoofs echoed gently on the quiet night streets of Chengdu Mansion.

There is no moon in the sky, and the silent night is silent. Wang Yun looked back at her. Her downcast face was indistinguishable in the dark night. Only when her gaze turned, like a water wave flashing in the dark night, he could feel that she was looking at him.

Huang Zixia looked at his face hidden by the darkness, and suddenly felt a movement in her heart. Some things in her memory were suddenly lifted up, like dark ripples, thick and uneasy panic surged in her heart.

She hesitated, and then suddenly called out "Oh," she said.

"What's the matter?" Wang Yun urged Ma to come to her and asked with concern.

Huang Zixian jumped off the horse, looked at the horse's injuries carefully, and said, "It seems that Fusha's injury hasn't healed. How long I have been riding, it trembled, let it rest."

"Would you like to go back to the prefecture and change a horse?" Wang Yun asked.

Huang Zixian shook his head and said, "It's a long way out. I'll be at Jiedu Mansion in a minute."

Wang Yun saw her walking with a horse below, and remembered how she was walking on the street in the night of Chang'an before, while riding a horse next to her and walking back with her. He couldn't help laughing, and immediately jokingly leaned over to her and asked: "Why... come up with me?"

She raised her eyes and glanced at him, and actually grabbed his hand silently, really turned over and jumped on his horseback, and sat behind him.

On the contrary, Wang Yun himself was stunned. He looked back at her in surprise, only to see her drooping eyelashes trembling slightly. Her expression was hidden in the darkness, and only the voice came softly: "There have been many accidents recently, I seem to Really tired."

"Then... I'll take you back." He said.

Huang Zixia didn't say a word, he felt that she should have nodded, and then gently wrapped his hand around his waist.

In such a dark night, it was like a dream. The woman who had been looking away for a long time, sat behind her, gently hugged herself, and let herself take her home-this was not like real, but like an illusion in the middle of the night.

But her hand was clearly on her waist, and the clothes in summer were light and thin, and the heat of her skin seemed to be able to pass through the clothes and spread to him. Her breathing was so slight, she lifted up a trace of his scattered hair and flicked it over his neck...

When Wang Yun was in a trance, her body suddenly leaned to the side, as if caught off guard, her hand moved aside and pressed heavily on his left rib.

He snorted. Although he had a very good control, with only a slight voice, she had obviously heard it, and her voice became cold: "Lieutenant Wang Du was injured? In the left rib cage?"

Wang Yun gritted his teeth silently, and said in a low voice: "A few days ago, I followed the Xichuan Army into the mountains to look for King Kui's traces. Unexpectedly, I encountered a running assassin and suffered some injuries."

Huang Zixian nodded and said, "So that's it..."

Before she finished her words, her foot suddenly kicked forward, which happened to hit another injured place on his foot. He shivered with pain and couldn't help groaning.

Taking advantage of his body low when he endured the pain, Huang Zixian let go of his waist, quickly jumped off the horse, turned over his own sand, turned the horse's head, and retreated away from him.

They reined each other and stood on both sides of the street. The street lamp on the corner shone on them, a warm orange color, but Huang Zixia looked at Wang Yun in front of him in the summer night wind, and felt a slight chill coming out of his body.

Wang Yun gritted his teeth secretly, and a smile appeared on his face that seemed calm but in reality: "What's the matter?"

Huang Zi Xia stared at him, in the quiet night at this time, the wind flowing around them carried a chilling meaning.

Her voice was extremely low and extremely low, but she said every word, clearly: "It turns out... it's you."

Wang Yun's eyes met her, and the smile on his face became light and calm again: "Yes, it's me."

Huang Zixia thought of the complicated and meaningful look in the mountains and forests of the dark night when he watched his intimate behavior with Li Shubai; when he thought of feeding him fish, he asked himself why he treated him so well; thought of threatening him. At the time, he said, why should such a beautiful woman pretend to be an eunuch...

Her heart was upset, and the wind in the summer night was chaotic. She whizzed through the streets and alleys of Chengdu Mansion, passing by them, seeming to never stop.

While Wang Yun looked at her from a distance, his smile faded away on his always gentle face, he stared at her, his eyes dark and faint, piercing her heart.

She bit her lower lip and asked, "Why? Who ordered you to hunt us down? Why did you take this task?"

Wang Yun urged the horse to come to her. His voice seemed to be infected by the night wind and became cold and stiff: "Now your horse can't stand a long-distance attack. If you can't escape, you should just grab it with your hands. "

Huang Zixia took a step back and looked at him warily: "I want to ask you a word."

"Say." He waited coldly, standing a long distance in front of her.

"In the mountains and forests, King Kui has seen through your identity, but helped you conceal it, and you helped us finally leave. Then, why did you assassinate us again in the inn? At the moment when the identity has been leaked, Do you think it is wise to organize another assassination?"

Wang Yun smiled coldly and asked, "So what do you think?"

"Because, the organizer of the second assassination was not you--perhaps, it was from two forces at all." She looked at him coldly, as if she had insight and compassion, "and the people behind you, When he knew that King Kui already knew your identity, he even organized a second assassination. It would be nice if it succeeded. If not, you would be a scapegoat. Only the forces behind you can enjoy the fisherman’s benefits regardless of success or failure..."

"You don't need to sow discord in this way." He interrupted her and said coldly, "It's just because I was injured at the time, so I won't bother about it for the time being. As for how other people perform it, it has nothing to do with me."

Huang Zixian said again: "The prince did what he did in the forest. Naturally, he has given you a way out. Moreover, you are also ordered to act. As long as you identify the real murderer behind the scenes, you will naturally not be held accountable for your fault..."

"You don't have to procrastinate anymore!" Wang Yun pulled the horse forward and rushed towards her, "Huang Zixia, I won't let you come back to him again! Even if I ruin you, I don't want to see you in others Live as desired by your side!"

Huang Zixian shifted the horse back, turned and rushed to the rear.

Only one foot away, although Na Fusha was one of the best Dawan BMWs, after all, he had recovered from a serious illness, and his reaction was a little slow. Although the horse under Wang Yun's crotch was not as good as hers, it was also a Qianli Liangju, and he stood in front of her and blocked her way.

Huang Zixia turned his horse's head again and ran towards the rear.

Wang Yun urged the horse to leap towards her again, but only heard a "wow" and a "bang", the saddle suddenly crooked, and he fell straight off the horse.

Fortunately, Wang Yun reacted very quickly, and he lost his momentum on the ground before he was seriously injured. But his original wound burst open suddenly under such impact, and the coat of his chest was stained red with blood stains.

He turned his gaze back to his horse and saw the neatly severed saddle, only to realize that she had already moved her hands and feet when she just sat on her horse.

Before he got up, Huang Zixia had already rushed down from the horse, and put the fish intestine sword in his hand against his throat-this sword, before the banquet, she put it on Na Fusha, from Na Fusha. When she came down, she pretended to check the horse's body, but actually quietly put it in her sleeve.

He was lying on his back, his chest hurt, and he looked at her in front of him feebly.

Like the scene in the mountains and forests, she once again stopped him in the quiet and deep street with no one.

"Huang Zi Xia...I am not your opponent after all." He muttered, looking at her resentfully and helplessly.

Huang Zixian shifted the fish intestine sword in his hand so as not to accidentally cut his skin: "Wang Duwei, in the mountains and forests, we were forced by the situation, so we let you go. But now you are falling again. In my hands, why not ask you to confess to me now, after all, who is behind your scene?"

"There is no one behind the scenes. All I listen to is my own heart." Wang Yun's eyes were fixed on her coldly, as cold as a knife. At this moment, his spring-like demeanor was completely gone, replaced by the winter-like coldness. His voice also carried an icy meaning, deeply pierced into her heart. "When I left Beijing this time, someone sent me a message. He said that there are some things that you desperately want to get, but they end up in the hands of others. Then, it is better to be destroyed."

Huang Zixia grasped the handle of the Yuchang Sword tightly, her finger joints were held too tightly, and even showed a bruise mark, but she didn't seem to feel anything. She only looked at Wang Yun motionlessly, like looking at a completely stranger, like looking at a garden full of flowers and instantly fell into a fire, and all the good marks disappeared.

"Huang Zixia, do you know how much I hate you." His voice was low and slow, with a cold tone without any emotion, "You insulted me, insulted the entire Langya Wang family, you made me and my family become The laughingstock of the whole world, you say-how am I willing to watch you live well?"

Huang Zixian asked back: "In order to retaliate against me, would you link to King Kui?"

"Huh..." He didn't answer, he just turned away his eyes coldly, and looked up at the night sky.

"Even if you really hate me and really want to kill me, but your first goal is King Kui. And I'm just the person you want to kill by the way, isn't it? The power behind you is this The beginning of the second assassination." Huang Zi Xia took a deep breath, looked at him directly, and asked without hesitation.

"I want to kill you, and Princess Qi Le wants to kill you too. We hit it off right away, that's all." He still said nothing more.

Huang Zixian still wanted to ask, but she heard someone behind her faintly say: "Chonggu."

Huang Zixian turned her head and saw a figure standing under the stars, clear and elegant, tall and stalwart, it was Li Shubai.

She still held Wang Yun's neck with a fish-intestine sword, calling him: "Master..."

"Don't speculate randomly." Under the backlit starry sky, she couldn't see Li Shubai's expression clearly. She only saw his eyes, reflecting the starlight, with a dark glow, "Yunzhi is my friend, and even more so. The eldest grandson of the Langya family, the cousin of the queen, the captain of the imperial forest army, he cannot be the one who assassinated me."

Huang Zixia was about to speak, but the moment she met his gaze, she was suddenly shocked and understood.

She put down the fish intestine sword in her hand, put it back into her arms, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I'm worried... please don't mind Wang Duwei, don't blame me for the abrupt collision."

Wang Yun sat up slowly, watching her without speaking. After a long time, his gaze turned to Li Shubai's body again.

Li Shubai said calmly: "Yunzhi, Chonggu is innocent and ignorant, don't blame it."

Wang Yun raised his hand to hold on to his chest, and for a long time, he said in a low voice, "Don't dare."

Li Shubai didn't say anything any more, just walked over and stretched out his hand to him.

Wang Yun held his hand, stood up slowly, and looked at Huang Zixia.

Huang Zixia suppressed the depression in her heart, and bowed her head to apologize: "Wang Duwei, please forgive the slave servant for being too concerned about the king's safety, so that she wrongly blamed you."

He raised his hand to stop her, slowly passed her, and walked towards Jiedu's mansion.