Da Song Private Investigator

The night was getting deeper, the wind was getting wilder, and at some point, the heavy rain came suddenly.

The sound of wind and rain came, like a lover whispering in this late autumn night, but Hwarang was not in the mood to appreciate it, he listened quietly, but obviously, he couldn't hear the singing.

The wind and rain remained the same, and the night passed like this.

In the early morning of the next day, a yamen servant came to look for Hualang, but the yamen servant looked a little sad, they didn't find out anything, even two brothers stayed on the street last night, but they didn't see anything.

Hwarang remained silent for a while, and said after a long time, "Maybe it's because it rained too much last night."

The rain last night was indeed heavy, and it was entirely possible to drown out the singing, but no matter how heavy the rain was, as long as the singer appeared, the yamen servants who were stationed there would always be able to see it, but they didn't see it.

Although the yamen servant who came to report the news somewhat disapproved of Hwarang's opinion, he finally nodded: "If that's the case, let's monitor for a few more nights."

After the yamen servant left, Wen Meng frowned slightly and said, "Are you really planning to investigate this matter?"

It's not that Wen Meng doesn't understand, she just feels a little bored and a little scared, because when she thinks of a woman walking and singing in the empty street under the night, she feels trembling all over.

Maybe, that singer really has a lot of unspeakable suffering, but there are too many suffering people in the world, do they really want to indulge in it because of a woman who sings in the middle of the night?

Hwarang could understand Wen Meng's thoughts very well, so he just sighed and said, "Yes, I don't care if my conscience is disturbed."

This is a very common sentence, but it sounds a little shocking. Wen Meng glanced at Hua Lang, shook her head quietly after a long time, and then walked out without saying anything. At this time, she could only support Hua Lang. Lang's choice.

In a blink of an eye, it was August [-]th, the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. At this time, the excitement of Chang'an City could not be expressed in words. When night fell, all kinds of people came out of their homes, and some children even Running back and forth on the street, as if this night is also beautiful.

Seven or eight days have passed since the first time I heard the singing, and since the heavy rain, Hwarang has never heard the deep singing again, and the yamen servants sent to stay at the station have not found anything.

Things suddenly became a little unpredictable, and now there is no clue, Hua Lang is naturally embarrassed to let those yamen servants stay at night every night, he went to the government office, asked Li Jingan to recruit those yamen servants, and made a fuss about this time expressed apology.

Originally, Li Jingan didn't believe that things would happen like this. Anyway, Hwarang said that he heard singing, so there must be singing, but since there is singing, why didn't he find the singer? This incident really reveals strange.

But there are no clues, Hwarang and Li Jingan can only bury this matter in their hearts, as if this matter never happened.

And the next thing they have to do is how to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

Originally, days like this are the favorite of poets and poets, because on this day, they can recite poems against each other and learn from each other's literary talent.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival, many scholars and scholars invited Hwarang and others to attend their ci poetry meeting, but Hwarang was not in the mood. Besides, he was really not suitable for that kind of party. He also stole a few famous ci poems during the Mid-Autumn Festival. , but after stealing a few songs, the rest are hard to surprise everyone. In this case, it is better not to participate.

But although I don't participate in the affairs of those literati, on this day, the lively streets must be strolled, guess lantern riddles, appreciate the moon in the sky, if possible, invite friends to chat together, these are all Unspeakable wonderful thing.

These are all the things Hwarang and Wen Meng are going to do on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but after the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, something disturbs their elegance.

That night, Chang'an City was brightly lit, and above the sky, a full moon illuminated the entire Chang'an ancient city like a fairy palace. The streets were full of traffic, and the lights moved like fire dragons.

Hwarang, Wen Meng and the others were among the fire dragons. They were walking and having fun on the street full of lights, and they were very happy. The incident of singing in the middle of the night a few days ago seemed to have been forgotten by them.

While they were playing like this, there was a sudden scream in front of them, followed by various sounds of begging for mercy. No one stepped forward.

Wen Menglai is anxious for justice, so when she saw such a scene on the street, she immediately let go of Tangren, whom she had admired for a long time, and hurried to the direction of the screaming sound, followed by Hwarang , quite helpless, after buying the Tang Ren with money, he hurriedly chased after him.

After pushing through the crowd, Wen Meng suddenly discovered that it was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old son leading a group of cronies who were bullying a father and daughter. The father and daughter were lying on the ground begging for mercy, and the man who was the father had blood on the corner of his mouth. Obviously, the scream just now was made by him, and it was screamed by the son of the young master in front of him.

Faced with this situation, Wen Meng's chivalrous feelings, which had long been not casually erupted, suddenly exploded. She flew forward, kicked those little guys over, and then turned around and came to the young man's side, and stuck her hand scratched his neck, and said angrily: "Why do you bully their father and daughter?"

The young master obviously didn't expect that under such circumstances, someone would come out to fight the injustice, and he subdued his subordinates and himself as soon as he made a move. The young master's face was full of arrogance, although Wen Meng pinched him, but But he refused to show weakness at all, and said coldly: "This father and daughter have not long eyes, and they bumped into this young master. I am delicate and fleshy, how can we allow them to collide? If you hit them, it would be light, tell me You, this girl who touches me looks pretty good, I'm going to take her back to be a concubine, what, what can you do?"

Arrogant, arrogant, this is the most arrogant and arrogant person Wen Meng and Hua Lang have ever seen, and after they heard these words, Wen Meng finally couldn't help it, she suddenly strengthened her hand strength, unexpectedly Lifting the young master up, the young master's neck was pinched, his face turned red, and he was so suppressed that he couldn't even speak, so he could only open his mouth and exhale.

But at this time, those young people behind him suddenly rushed up like crazy.