The Golden Hairpin

Wen Yang's home is in Shiliu Alley, West of Chengdu, where there are many pomegranate trees. It was the end of summer when the pomegranate flowers were half-remaining, and fist-sized pomegranates hung on the branches. They were very cute.

The Wen family is also considered a good family. In the courtyard of Sanjin, there is a painting of Lin Quan Tingqin hanging in the main hall, and there is a couplet on the left and right: "The rhyme of bamboo, rain, pine, organ, and the sound of tea, smoke, and moon."

The one who greeted him was an old housekeeper with white beard and hair and a worried look on his face. Come up and bow to them first: "I have seen Zhou catching his head."

Zhou Ziqin quickly helped him up: "The old man doesn't need to be polite."

The old housekeeper took them to sit down in the hall, asked a child servant to make tea for them, and called the cook and handyman at home to come and meet them.

"Our father's ancestor once served as the provincial governor, and then resigned and returned to his place of origin. The father is thirty-seven this year, and he was enthusiastic about fame more than ten years ago, but he failed after repeated attempts. After the death of his parents and his wife, The master is even more simple and concise, he only reads only the old village, and he spends days planting flowers and grass in the courtyard, not in contact with others."

Zhou Ziqin nodded and asked, "So, how did he and Fu Xinruan meet the woman who died in love?"

"His grandfather left behind the forest assets, and his income is good every year. After the death of his wife, he does not continue to accept concubines. He has always liked Wang Youcheng's poetic style most, saying that Wang Youcheng is also broken, and he will only be able to adopt a smart one among his relatives in the future. "Now," the butler said, asking with a look of confusion, "Excuse me, catch the head, this Wang Youcheng, who is it?"

Zhou Ziqin said: "It's Wang Wei and Wang Mojie."

"Oh oh." The housekeeper responded, but obviously he didn't know who Wang Wei was, and just continued, "The master has no wives in his house, so sometimes he will find one or two women in the shop, but he never brought these. The Fengchen woman came back, but I don't know who it was anymore."

Zhou Ziqin quietly lowered his voice and said, "Why don't you learn Wang Wei and live in seclusion now, but instead go to Huajie Liuxiang?"

Huang Zixia ignored him and asked the old housekeeper: "Old man, may I ask if your master went out that day, did you ever say anything to you?"

"That day... he seemed to be invited by a friend and said he was going to Songhua. I can't remember clearly... Alas, although the master has little assets, the harvest in the mountains and forests has not been good in the past two years. A relative waited and quit a few years ago. Now there is only me in the family, a cook, a handyman, and my grandson, who occasionally ran with me." He pointed to the boy who was making tea. Servant, sighed, "You said, how can a family be prosperous if there is no woman to take care of it? Even a few days ago, a few people from the same poetry society as the master came to pay memorial service. There was a high official—it seems to be The surnamed Qi came, staying in the master’s study for a long time, and sighed to us, your master should have found a woman to take care of it."

"So, you don't know anything about your master outside?"

"Master never mentions, and naturally he won't take us out... I really don't know anything."

Seeing the old butler asked three questions, the cook and boy at home shook their heads. Zhou Ziqin had to take Li Shubai and Huang Zixia, and the three of them went to the backyard to check.

The backyard is a study room, and the courtyard is full of green bamboos, blue phoenix trees, green pines and cypresses, hills and rocks, and a solitary and arrogant temperament.

Zhou Ziqin said: "Here reminds me of a place, where is it..."

He was still scratching his head and thinking, Li Shubai next to him said: "E Kingdom Mansion."

"That's right, it's the courtyard dedicated to drinking tea by King E! This kind of deliberately constructed poetry is really unbearable." Zhou Ziqin touched the goose bumps on his body and walked to the study to check the contents.

I saw a row of Bogu shelves in front of the study, and after bypassing the shelves, there were two rows of bookshelves and a book case. After the book case, there is a screen with dripping ink and a picture of dragon flying and phoenix dancing. It is Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn".

On the wall on the right side of the screen, there is a painting that seems to have been old. It shows a butterfly falling on a pink hydrangea. The color of the painting has faded slightly, and it is obviously an old thing. Only this lovely flower butterfly in the whole hall made Huang Zixia's gaze stop for a moment.

There are a few sheets of paper on the table, which have been cleaned up and placed on the desk.

Zhou Ziqin picked it up and looked at it. The first word in the first picture was mention, and the next few words were, "Why do Tuohuan do things in Yiyun?" Zhou Ziqin read, looking at Li Shubai and Huang Zixia inexplicably. Human, Huang Zixian frowned slightly, and Li Shubai had already read: "'Subhuti, what is Yu Yiyun? Suduohuan can do is to say'I have Sutuohuanguo' or not?'"

Huang Zixian suddenly realized, and then read: "Subhuti language: ‘No, Lord. Why is it? Suduohuan is called influx, but no entry, no color, sound, fragrance and touch. It’s the name of Suduohuan.’"

Zhou Ziqin faced what was written on the piece of paper. It was indeed what the two of them read, but he still couldn't figure it out: "What is this?"

Huang Zixia explained: "It is a paragraph from the "Vajra Prajna Paramita". It seems that he has copied this passage. But the order is out of order, so you can't read it for a while."

Zhou Ziqin let go of the scripture with a cry of "Oh".

Huang Zixia thought for a while, walked over to turn over the scriptures, and re-arranged it again, a little surprised: "The previous one is gone."

"Huh?" Zhou Ziqin, who was studying his book collection, turned to look at her, "Is there anyone who wants this kind of stuff? He writes quite plainly."

"Well, the sentence you just read is the first one among all the scriptures here." She sorted out the other papers, placed them on the desk, and rested them with an agate lion, and put them in the shelves and drawers I searched it again, but I didn't find the previous paragraphs.

"The rest, there are these letters." They found a few letters in a brocade box, and when they opened them, Zhou Ziqin became excited: "Fu Xinruan wrote it to Wen Yang!"

Wen Yin sees words like a meeting:

It has been rainy for many days, and the long streets are full of water, and there is no way to travel. Mindful of the sweet-scented osmanthus in front of the court, there should be only two or three left, and cherish the collection, and make sweet-scented osmanthus honey for you.

Sunlight is scarce in the middle of Shu, and it is getting pale day by day. Today, the rouge presented by the king before the opening of the seal, the fragrance is far away, the pink is delicate, and it is like a picture of a hydrangea and butterfly before the king's case. But take it right away, don't make the color empty. I'm waiting for you, waiting for the king's shadow.

Xin Ruan Book.

Zhou Ziqin couldn't help but sighed and said, "They are doing very well every day. They are really affectionate and charming."

Take a look at the following. Except for a few letters from Fu Xinruan, most of them are entertainments in poetry clubs, which is nothing surprising.

Zhou Ziqin said: "It seems that the previous half of the "Diamond Sutra" is gone. Maybe it was swept out as waste paper by the housekeeper. Look at the old and young in this mansion, the cooks and chores, it should be. If one is illiterate, how can you know that some are useful and some are useless?"

Huang Zixia shook his head and said, "Because they are illiterate, they will definitely respect the calligraphy paper, so as not to scan a wrong piece of paper and be scolded by the owner. In particular, the owner seems to be very proud of his calligraphy."

"Why can you see it?" Zhou Ziqin asked her a little bit unconvinced when she said something she hadn't noticed.

"The handwriting on this paper is the same as the one on the screen, isn't it? If you can make your own words into a floor-to-ceiling screen and appreciate it, don't you still care about your calligraphy?"

"But the inscription on the screen is'Bianji Lay'?"

"Wen, soft, masculine, gang, Wen Yang thinks that his name is soft and strong, both hard and soft, so I took this nickname."

"Really?" Zhou Ziqin half believed, walked into the courtyard, raised his hand and beckoned the handyman who was packing things outside the courtyard: "Hey, come here!"

The handyman rushed in and asked, "What's the order for the head catcher?"

He asked: "Where did this screen in the study come from?"

"The book was written by the master himself, and it took more than 20 pieces of silk to write it. He seems to like this character very much, so he specially asked someone to make this screen."

Huang Zixian asked the handyman behind Zhou Ziqin: "Have you ever lost the waste paper basket?"

"Yes, but the master must speak! Since I threw away a poem of the master as waste paper a few years ago, we now have to clean up the study, we have to wait until the master is there and after asking him one by one, We dare to lose it."

Zhou Ziqin looked at Huang Zixia with admiration, only to write "Let’s join hands to defeat Huang Zixia" on his face.

Li Shubai looked at the inside of the study again, and then asked the Ya Ya: "When did the picture of the butterfly and hydrangea hang up?"

"It's hard to say... Master has several Tibetan paintings, some of them are mountains and rivers, and there are also rivers. When we are happy, we will change one and hang one by ourselves. We are the subordinates, so naturally we don't know when they were hanged."

"When did this painting appear in your memory?"

"Uh... it should be in the past few days, in short, it shouldn't be long, I haven't seen it before."

When the servants left, Zhou Ziqin looked around Zhou and said, "It seems that there are no other abnormalities. Are we going to stay here?"

Huang Zixian pointed his finger in Songhuali's direction: "Let's go, go to the crime scene."

As soon as he walked out of Wen Yang's house, Huang Zixia saw the people standing on the corner of the street, and couldn't help but stop.

On the other side of the alley, she saw a slender figure standing under the green bamboo by the river.

Zhuzi Xiaoxiao is rusty, his figure is clear and slender, and the two complement each other.

Huang Zixia looked at him motionlessly, while Zhou Ziqin waved at him happily and asked, "Huh? Are you not Yu Xuanyu Xuezheng? Do you remember me? We met in Beijing!"

Yu Xuan nodded to him, and paused for a moment on Huang Zixian's body. He saluted Li Shubai first, and then said to Zhou Ziqin, "I have something to do to find less head-catching."

"You say you say!" Zhou Ziqin jumped and passed.

He pointed to an empty pot and a bamboo basket beside him, and said: "This morning, I went to the Guangdu Temple to ask for some clean water, and went to pay homage to Huangjunshou."

Huang Zixia's body suddenly shook, and she subconsciously tightened her hands. The horse's rein tightened her palm tightly when she unconsciously tightened it. It was becoming too tight and gradually blue, but she didn't notice it.

Li Shubai saw it, but did not speak, only raised his hand and patted her shoulder. She suddenly woke up and slowly let go of the horse's rein, but she still didn't move.

Zhou Ziqin didn't notice the movement on their side at all, so he said, "Is it a big day today?"

Yu Xuan shook his head and said, "No."

"So..." Zhou Ziqin looked at him suspiciously.

"As long as I'm in Chengdu Mansion, I will go to the tomb every day to sweep." He said, his gaze glided over Zhou Ziqin's body and fixed on Huang Zixian's body. His eyes are clearer and clearer than the light of the flowing water beside him at this time, and his voice is lower than the wind passing through the bamboo forest at this time. I asked for clean water and brought some fruits to worship."

Zhou Ziqin was accustomed to paying attention to trivial matters, and immediately asked: "Is Master Mu Shan's water purification famous? It seems that many people are asking for it."

Yu Xuan nodded and said: "Master Mu Shan is the most famous monk in Shu County. Recently, Chengdu Mansion has even said that there is a spring water behind his meditation house. The spring has turned into a Chixu flowing spring, which is said to be a miracle by the world. So everyone went to fetch water. It is said that if you can recite the scriptures by Master Mu Shan, you can become purified water, which can purify the six roots of the living, and make the dead souls die."

Huang Zixian led the horse and stood in the bamboo forest. He was in a daze when he heard what he said. Recalling that they walked side by side in the streets and alleys of Chengdu Mansion back then, he seemed to have allusions in every bush and every tree, which was fascinating.

Zhou Ziqin nodded and said, "I will also get some water for a drink the other day."

Yu Xuan nodded, bowed and bowed to Zhou Ziqin, and said, "Shao Zhou catches his head. Today, when I came back from the tomb of my foster father, I went to the Yamen to look for you and followed here again because there is a major event that needs to be informed. "

Zhou Ziqin asked quickly: "What's the matter?"

"When I went to clean the tomb a few days ago, I found that the tombs of my uncle and my righteous brother had been touched, but the masonry urns were still intact, except that the mud outside was moving. I wondered if someone tried to dig it. tomb?"

The smile on Zhou Ziqin's face suddenly stiffened, and he couldn't help but look back at Huang Zixia, and awkwardly twitched the corner of his mouth at her.

He also boasted that he was good at digging tombs. He didn’t expect to be discovered by Yu Xuan all at once. But what he thought Yu Xuan would not find out was that all the people who dig the tomb were standing in front of him. It was the king of Chao Kui, and the other was the head-catcher he came to ask for help.