The Golden Hairpin

In front of the Daxiong Hall. In the square where the scriptures were lectured yesterday, the lectern has been torn down, and in front of the empty hall, there was only a giant candle standing beside the tall incense burner.

On the other side of the incense burner, there is only one foot to grow the heart of the candle. There is a man in his fifties squatting there, scraping the candle oil from the ground with a shovel.

He scraped vigorously while tearing. The tears and sweat on his face were mixed together, sliding down the wrinkled, thin face, dripping on the blue brick floor that was scorched by the sun in the afternoon, and was evaporated by the sun in an instant.

Huang Zixia walked over, squatted beside him, and asked, "Old man, have you encountered anything? Why are you crying here alone?"

The old man looked up at her, then lowered his head to scrape the wax on the ground, his voice hoarse: "Who are you?"

"I am ordered by Dali Temple to check yesterday's chaos." Huang Zixia said.

The old man replied in a muffled voice: "This is the candle I poured!"

Huang Zixia suddenly understood that he was the skilled craftsman who made candles, Lu Zhiyuan.

"This pair of candles is the proudest work of my old man in this life! Except me, look, who else can make such a perfect candle in Chang'an City?" Lu Zhiyuan wiped a tear and raised his hand to the side of Shang. The giant candle that survived said, "I was born in Chang'an. I followed my father to learn how to make candles at the age of six. The Lujiaxiang candle shop was passed down for four generations, and he broke it on my side! The old man is 57 years old and is in poor health. I can’t do my best. I thought, this pair of candles will be the last glory of our Lu family. Who knows, even God would not allow me to ruin the best thing in my life!"

Huang Zixian comforted: "A thunderbolt falls from the sky, and it is beyond human power to resist. This is also a helpless thing."

"Huh..." He expressed disdain, stood up with difficulty, and went to scrape another piece of wax on the ground.

Zhou Ziqin helped him carry the basket beside him and asked, "Are these wax oils still useful?"

As he scraped the wax oil and put it in the basket, he said: "I have made a wish in front of the Buddha to recast a candle. Nowadays, beeswax is expensive and it is good to collect more. I will make up for the rest."

"It's a pity, such a big candle, all exploded and burned down, leaving no residue at all." Zhou Ziqin sighed, "Did you see the scene yesterday?"

"I'm not here." He scratched the candle oil on the ground intently without raising his head. "For this pair of candles, I spent seven days and seven nights rushing to finish the work. As soon as the candles arrived here, I fainted and was carried back. ."

"Well, I heard about it yesterday." Huang Zixia nodded.

"It's all fate! Who told the heavens to punish the wicked, and the wicked just squeezed to the candle, so that when the sky thundered, all my hard work was cast into a candle, and it was so embarrassed!" Old man Lu snorted. A look of disgust.

Zhou Ziqin thoughtfully: "I also heard that, everyone said it was a scourge."

"The kind of eunuchs who don't even want the dignity of men can't do anything for the sake of prosperity and wealth? The most disgusting **** in the world is the **** who is neither man nor woman!" Old man Lu spurned.

Huang Zixia looked at the eunuch's clothes on her body, wondering if Old Man Lu really didn't know the eunuch's clothes, or pointed at the monk and scolded the bald man, so she had to smile bitterly.

Zhou Ziqin argued: "Old Uncle Lu, that's not what he said. There are good eunuchs, too."

"Good guys? Good guys don't even want to say that? If a man doesn't do it, he won't make himself ill?" Lu Zhiyuan snorted coldly, "In this world, men are the heavens! Don't do the heavens! "

Huang Zixia was speechless to this old man.

Zhou Ziqin said blankly: "Old man, you just said that your candle shop is broken...You have no children?"

"Wife is useless, can't give birth to a son, and died early, leaving a girl film, what can you expect? Bah!" He spurned.

Huang Zixia stood up and patted her clothes: "Okay, I'll go and see if the fish at the release pond is ready."

Compared with the old man of this lowly woman, she might as well stay by the smelly release pool.

After sending away one sack after another of dead fish, the odor that was about to explode in the release pond finally weakened a bit.

Huang Zixian and Zhou Ziqin finally breathed a sigh of relief, clutching their noses and mouths, walked to the bottom of the release pool, and asked the two monks: "It's almost done."

"Transport two more bags, it's almost the same." The water in the freeing pond has been emptied, and the two monks walked down the steps of the pond, gathered the dead fish with dustpans and shovel, and sighed, "The two of us are the temple. I was assigned to manage this release pool. I knew the day before yesterday that there would be a large number of believers coming to release. It was also the two of us who cleaned the pool and washed it for a whole day. We were so tired that we collapsed. I didn’t expect to encounter this again today. It's really a sin, a sin!"

Zhou Ziqin said to them sympathetically: "When this change is over, the release pool will be easy to take care of, and you can take a rest at that time."

Huang Zi Xian's gaze was attracted by the dark light in the corner of the pool. She endured the stench and walked into the release pool, walked to the side of the light, and knelt down to take a closer look.

It is an iron wire thinner than chopsticks, about two feet long, with a straight upper end and a semicircular arc on the lower end. There is still rust on one end of the wire, and the other end seems to have been tempered, with a faint green light.

Huang Zixia picked up the wire and weighed it in her hand.

"An ordinary wire." Zhou Ziqin squatted down beside her and came to a conclusion.

The two monks who cleaned up dead fish said: "When we cleaned the fish pond the day before yesterday, we didn't have this thing."

"It should be the pilgrim who fell in yesterday's chaos." Another monk said.

Zhou Ziqin nodded, thinking it made sense.

Huang Zixian took the wire and stood up and said, "It's strange, what is the wire like this for? Why is it brought to the Buddhist assembly with it?"

"A lot, such as tying something particularly heavy, so that the hemp rope won't be heavy."

"Then, where did the things it tied up?" Huang Zixia asked.

Zhou Ziqin thought the most, but immediately said: "Maybe it is **** with a load of salt, and the salt melts when it falls into the water, and the wire loosens. The salt seller had to admit that he was unlucky and took away the floating load. NS."

"Who would squeeze around with a load of salt?" Huang Zixia was helpless, so she had to take the wire up the steps and hand it to Zhou Ziqin, "Bring me to Dali Temple, it is said that it is material evidence."

Zhou Ziqin showed a frightened expression: "Are you really going to solve this case?"

"How to detect? At present, everything is just a natural disaster." Huang Zixian turned and walked out, "Somehow, it means that we are not perfunctory."

"It makes sense." Zhou Ziqin said, giving a thumbs up.

Parting from Zhou Ziqin, Huang Zixian took Na Fusha back to the palace of Kui, exhausted.

"Is the prince back?" she asked the concierge.

Knowing that Li Shubai hadn't returned yet, Huang Zixia felt that the weather was even hotter. Fortunately, it was midsummer and the weather was hot, so she took a shower with two buckets of water.

The cold water calmed her down quickly, and the fragrance of the saponaria made her feel tired.

The eunuch's small courtyard of King Kui's palace was silent and unoccupied. She took a shower and sat in the room while drying her hair, while thinking about Wang Yun's invitation tonight.

You are only one or two hours away from now. Originally wanted to discuss with Li Shubai, but now he is absent, making her feel a little nervous inexplicably.

But what should come has to come, and she can only take one step and look one step at a time.

She secretly warned herself, Huang Zixia, that you used to rely on yourself for everything. After only a few days, why do you start to want to rely on others?

When the hair was dry, she changed into the eunuch's clothes, combed the hair carefully, and inserted the hairpin. Looking in the mirror, a small **** with delicate skin was reflected in the bronze mirror, and his eyes were as clear as lacquer.

Even among the male and female people like eunuchs, it still seems to be a bit prominent. Huang Zixian took out the yellow powder and planned to apply a little more on her face, but after thinking about it, she put her hands down, anyway, what's the use of covering up.

Opening the cabinet, in the empty drawer, the fan that Wang Yun gave her at the time was lying quietly in it.

She picked up the fan and went out, just when Lu Yunzhong ran over and shouted at her excitedly: "Chonggu, hurry up, there is perch for dinner. Don’t you like perch the most? Mr. Lu said to leave one for you big!"

Huang Zixia shook his head and smiled at him: "No need, give it to you, I want to go out."

Lu Yunzhong asked in surprise: "Where to go? Go out with the prince?"

She smiled, walked a few steps, turned around, and said seriously: "Go to Wang's house, Langya Wang's house. Duwei Wang asked me to come over tonight."

At the beginning of Youchu, Huang Zixian came to Wang's house as scheduled.

The bright moon rises in the east, and the shadow of the flower slants horizontally. Wang Yun waited for her in the Xieyue Yingfengxuan near the water in the Wang's garden.

When the breeze came, she saw Wang Yun standing alone with her hand, moonlight sifting through the branches and leaves, as if tracing thousands of branches and leaves on his white clothes with light ink. His expression was hidden behind the light moon, looking at Huang Zi Xia who was slowly coming along the river bank, his eyes were dim and focused.

Huang Zi Xia suddenly had courage in an instant, and she saw that the hesitation in the other party's heart was not inferior to her own.

She was not facing such a terrible opponent as she imagined.

So she quickened her pace and came to the place three steps in front of him, as a courtesy: "Prince Prince."

Wang Yun stared at her darkly, without speaking for a long time.

She straightened up and presented the fan respectfully to him: "Thank you, Prince Wang, for lending me the fan, and I will return it this time."

He finally smiled, raised his hand to take the fan and played with it, and asked: "Why don't you continue to hide in front of me today?"

She whispered: "It's meaningless to cover up."

A faint smile appeared on the corners of Wang Yun’s lips. He is a typical gentleman of the aristocratic family. Even though his mood is not good, his smile is only slightly mocking: "If everything goes well, we should already be husband and wife-but now This was the first time you met me officially."

Huang Zixia avoided answering, hearing the sarcasm and sarcasm buried deep in his gentle voice. With her head buried deep, she did not dare to look at him, and only asked in a low voice: "When did the prince know my true identity?"

He lowered his head and stared at her slowly and said: "When we first met, I thought you were like someone in my memory, but at the time I didn't dare to recognize it because of your identity. Later, you corrected the queen. After I solved Wang Ruo's case, I knew it. I think you must be the person I have been thinking of."