The Golden Hairpin

"That suicide note is what you thought I confessed to. The second letter, isn't it?"

Huang Zixia's voice was dumb, and she asked slowly.

Yu Xuan closed his eyes, nodded vigorously, and said: "Yes. I thought I was mortal, but I was rescued by Qi Teng. He advised me that since Huang Junshou had been removed, I would use it for Fan Jiedu. The future is endless. I rejected him and just wanted to leave. Then, I fell into a drowsy and woke up again, having forgotten all the evil deeds I had done. Perhaps my subconscious mind wanted to protect myself, so I kept persuading me Myself, everything is done by you, and the evidence is solid--I am increasingly stubborn that you killed your parents, and even feel that I have seen you hold arsenic in your hand, such as..."

He gritted his teeth and said slowly and with great difficulty: "I went home and saw the suicide note on my desk. The content in it made me think that it was you."

After more than ten years of upbringing, he was full of loneliness and blood on one hand. Love is not human, all kinds of evil fate...

It's him and her.

The same life, the same fate, the cycle of reincarnation, like two small fish on the jade bracelet, holding each other's tails, entangled and reciprocated, never separated.

"I forgot everything I did, and I can’t tell whether this was written to me by you or written to you. But I didn’t expect that we were both in the lower letters of Mrs. Xuewei. I kept secretly copying books for you and imitating I'm used to your words, even that typo is exactly the same..."

His voice, hoarse and choked, was very different from the usual clearer and gentler. He stood up slowly, staring at her with his misty eyes.

His pale face was like ice and snow, and there were only two black eyes on his white skin, and a pale blue lip color. It is like a figure painted on the powder wall, with perfect lines and shapes, but without all the colors, without any vitality.

His eyes stared at her deeply, just like when they first met many years ago, when he knelt in front of her to help her pick up the stalks, he looked up at her and lost his eyes.

The dragonflies that brushed their ears at that time are all dead, all the lotus no longer exists, only this pair of eyes, everything contained in these eyes, will never change.

Time is so perfect, turning the fallen beggar into a man who utters the world, and turning the innocent and innocent girl into a stunningly talented girl.

Fate is so cruel, so that the two people in this life will become the overwhelming hands of each other's fate, and become each other's biggest enemies.

"A Xia..." He said softly, reaching out his hand to her.

Li Shubai and Wang Yun next to them, although they knew Huang Zixian's identity, Zhou Ziqin and others didn't know it. They were surprised to see him suddenly calling Yang Chonggu "Axian".

And Huang Zixia stood in front of him, motionless, did not raise his hand to touch the hand he had reached.

A faint smile appeared on his extremely pale face, and he said softly: "Yes, I will never...touch you."

Yu Xuan died in the early morning of that day.

Because it was a criminal, when he was escorted to jail, the jailer first took him home to pack up his things, and then came to jail.

He had remembered everything, and naturally also remembered the place where he hid the poison. He took it out and ate it calmly, and silently followed the jailers to the prison, as if nothing had happened.

He sat in the dark prison, waiting for Huang Zixia's parents to die, quietly feeling the incurable poison eroding his body.

Thousands of chaotic blades pierced in his abdomen, the internal organs became a ball, and the pain was so extreme that he couldn't even move his fingers or even make a sound.

But it was only a moment, and there was no consciousness at all. Death fell on him, like the warmth of that year of spring water, and like soft snowflakes. In the blood red in front of him, he curled up in the prison, looked up blankly, and saw the phantom in front of him.

For the first time in his life, he saw a arrogant and proud flower.

Mingyue shines on his bleak smile through the narrow iron windows, and also shines on Huang Zixia's body through the window lattice carved with five bats.

The exhaustion of six months of running around has been relieved, and all the nerves that were tense day and night have also been relaxed. She slept under the window, calm and soothing, with a slight breath.

She had a dream.

In the dream, she saw her parents, elder brother, uncle and grandmother. They were drinking osmanthus wine under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and beckoning to her with a smile.

She lifted the corner of her skirt and ran towards them with the velvety green silk tip.

The day is bright, golden and bright. Pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus fell on their family's body and head, and a layer was also spread on the table. The thick honey-sweet scent lingers around them, like a slowly rotating whirlpool. Inside, she looks at the smiles of family members, a little dizzy, and feels that she has never been so happy.

She wondered a little bit surprised, how could she get drunk without drinking the sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

But it doesn't matter, the sun is so warm, the aroma is so sweet, and the breeze is so soft. She propped her chin and looked at everyone. They are talking irrelevant things and don't know what they are talking about, but as long as everyone is happy.

Huang Zixia is still the sixteen-year-old girl. Wearing a light-colored shirt with light and narrow sleeves, he is born in a family, looks beautiful, famous all over the world, and has a perfect life.

She laughed with everyone in the sun and the fragrance of flowers, but suddenly felt lonely and empty in her heart.

For some reason, she slowly stood up, turned and walked forward silently. I walked out of this place where the sweet-scented osmanthus is so sweet, and out of the warm and comfortable sky.

The lotus breeze in summer was blowing, and she saw Yu Xuan who was standing on the opposite side. Under the long wind, before the flipped lotus cover, his body was covered with a layer of water.

Soft silver light, Qingsu brilliance. He is like a spring bamboo that has just stripped the bamboo shoots and still contains a thin layer of white new powder.

He looked at her with a smile, stretched out his hand in front of her, and whispered to her: "Axia."

The breeze came, blowing the corners of his clothes, and also lifted her temples.

This is a frozen dream of her, wind and rain will never invade this corner, and the future seems to never come.

The corners of her lips rose slightly, revealing a light smile.

She stretched out her hand and took the palm he handed in front of her.

The ten fingers are intertwined, and they are close to each other.

She lowered her head and looked at his hand.

This slender palm and well-proportioned joints are so familiar with the right strength when holding her hand. Gentle, not slack; tolerant, but not effortless.

She smiled, looked up at him who was smiling, looked at the man who illuminated her most beautiful teenage years, smiled and shook her head.

She let go of his hand and slowly clenched the empty right hand she had retracted into a fist.

She said, "Goodbye."

Before the lotus pond, in the long wind, she looked up at Yu Xuan's face, smiled and moistened her eyes: "No, I will live forever, never see you again."

It was already afternoon when she woke up, and the sunlight that was close to the west shone on her from the window. The summer heat has not yet dissipated, but the golden wind has slowly blown in.

The whole world is transparent and radiant. She is still in the small building where she lived in the past, in the garden of the county guard house.

She got up and walked to the window, opened the window and looked outside.

The lotus pond remains the same, and the Ficus pumila is thick green. An early-flowering sweet-scented osmanthus tree has already spit out its stamens and fragrant. It is not as thick as in the dream, but it is sent from a distance by the breeze, with a faint sweet fragrance.

She thought about it, but found that she can't remember what she was doing today last year.

The small building was sealed up for half a year, and everything in it was left intact in its original place. She finished washing herself with the water left in the pot yesterday, opened the closet, and picked out a plain silk dress. She has been accustomed to corsets for a long time, but now that they are unbuttoned, she is a little uncomfortable.

Then she opened her dressing table, put up the rusty bronze mirror, and combed the simplest bun. Without them, she is actually not very good at taking care of herself. I used to wear men's clothes when I went out, saving a lot of troubles.

She slid her finger over a hairpin in the makeup, and stopped for a long time on the silver hairpin that Li Shubai gave her. After all, she took a pair of simple white jade hairpins for herself and put on another pair. Little South Sea Pearl earrings.

She came out of Xiaoge and stood on the platform in front of the door as before, looking at the small garden in front of her.

In the back garden of the county guard house, where she has lived for many years, every stone, every flower and grass, is familiar to her. But now, no one can walk with her hand in hand.

She walked on the corridor and walked forward in the wind of early autumn. The flimsy clothes were blown by the wind, resounding like blue waves, and hanging down like willows.

Turning to the corridor, she saw Li Shubai facing the chessboard alone in the small pavilion on the rockery in front. Zhang Xingying stood by, while Zhou Ziqin was lying on the railing depressed, obviously not Li Shubai's opponent at all, and had completely given up the idea of ​​playing against him.

Zhou Ziqin's gaze fell on her, and he could no longer look away.

His mouth opened and widened, and his eyes widened, and he looked at her dumbfoundedly as she walked closer and closer until she walked up the rockery, went to the pavilion and bowed to them, and bowed to his mouth. Not yet closed.

Li Shubai's gaze rested on her, her face calm and unwavering, only the corners of her lips showed a gentle curve. It's like turning a mountain road in a barren mountain, and suddenly I saw the expression of a blooming flower.

Zhou Ziqin stammered and asked, "Chong...Chonggu?"

Huang Zixian tilted her head slightly and nodded at him with a smile.

"You, you...you are such a good eunuch, why do you want to dress up as a woman?" Zhou Ziqin pressed his right fist to his chest, his face flushed with a fright and a rapid heartbeat, "Don't...don't leave me like this. Near! You, you...you look so good as a woman, I...I can't stand it..."

She could only ask him: "Did you never hear when Yu called me "A Xia" last night?"

"I, I... I thought he had a phantom in front of him again, reaching out to Huang Zixia in his dream." Zhou Ziqin didn't open the pot or lift which pot, and didn't have any eyesight. "Furthermore, you weren't at the time. Ignore him... Didn't you reach out?"

Huang Zixia could only give up the idea of ​​communicating with him, lifted the skirt corner and walked into the pavilion, to the side of the chessboard.

Li Shubai held the chess pieces in his hand, looked up at her for a long time, then gave up the game, reached out to fetch the chess box, retracted the chess pieces one by one, and motioned to her to sit down: "Did you sleep well?"

"Um...very good." She sat opposite him and responded softly.

Zhou Ziqin slowly rubbed it over carefully, with an overwhelmed expression on his face, and looked at her from left to right, back and forth, only to poke with a little finger to see if she was alive.

Huang Zixian sighed helplessly: "Don't look. Yang Chonggu, it's Huang Zixian."

When Zhou Ziqin heard this, he looked up at the careless Li Shubai, then turned his head to look at Zhang Xingying with a strange expression. He immediately squashed his mouth and cried out depressed: "You are like this, always exclude me! All of you know that. The truth is now, even Zhang Xingying knows it, so he kept it from me! Can we still be friends happily?"

"I'm sorry, Zi Qin." Huang Zixia sighed and said: "Because of the arrests, the prince helped me hide my name and pretend to be an eunuch. In fact, I am also worried that I will cause trouble if my identity is leaked, and I didn't intend to hide it from you."

"You are...really..." he murmured, then jumped up again, swept away from depression, and exclaimed in excitement, "That's great!"

The other three people in the pavilion looked at him speechlessly. He bounced and jumped in the pavilion with great joy: "Great! The biggest trouble in my life has finally been solved!"

Zhang Xingying couldn't help asking: "What is the biggest worry in your life?"

"That is, I have been thinking, in my Datang world, in the field of investigating and reasoning, is Huang Zixia better or Yang Chonggu better? If they meet one day, who will have the upper hand?" Zhou Zi Qin stared at Huang Zixia with shining eyes, with a relieved expression, "This question has been haunting me! I've been entangled with madness recently. I don't want to eat food, I can't sleep well! Now I know you are. The same person, I feel that I can eat three bowls of rice again and sleep until noon!"