Da Song Private Investigator

After reading the two poems, Hwarang didn't say anything, even if he knew who wrote the two poems, he wouldn't say anything, because speaking out would push Wang Anshi's situation to a dead end.

Seeing that Hualang had finished reading the two poems, Sima Guang quickly asked, "Young Master Hua, can you see anything from these two poems?"

Hwarang shook his head with a smile, and asked, "What do you think of these two poems, Lord Sima?"

"A good poem is a good poem, but it has something to do with the murder case. It's hard to avoid suspicion!"

Hua Lang smiled lightly, and said: "Master Sima, maybe everything is just a coincidence, why do you need to say these poems, in my opinion, the author of this poem is a great talent."

Sima Guang didn't understand why Hualang praised these poems so highly. Although he felt a little unhappy, he couldn't say anything at this time. After all, as a literati, he didn't think a few poems could be related to the murder case. The common people said so, so he had no choice but to think so for the time being.

After leaving Fenfang Building, Hwarang and Sima Guang left one after another, and after Hwarang returned to the mansion, he immediately asked Yin Wucuo to find a person named Wang Anshi, and signed a letter in Huainan Jiedu Magistrate's Office When searching for this official position, Yin Wucuo had never heard of Wang Anshi, and he didn't understand how Hwarang knew about this person, but he still followed Hwarang's request.

Because the direction was very clear, so in the evening of that day, Yin Wucuo brought the news that there was indeed a man named Wang Anshi in Huainan City, and indeed, as Hualang said, he was a signer for the Huainan Jiedu Judicial Office. In Jingxi Hutong.

After hearing the news, Hwarang nodded and took Yin Wucuo to Jingxi Hutong.

Jingxi Hutong is a very prosperous place in Huainan City. Most of the people living here are high-ranking officials and dignitaries. At first, Hua Lang and the others also wanted to sell houses in this place, but later found that the houses here were not particularly big, so they finally gave up. Moreover, Hwarang doesn't like the excitement here.

There is an indescribable beauty in the midsummer evening, Jingxi Hutong is very bustling, some scholars are discussing poetry there, a few old men are playing chess, there are a few quarrels from time to time, and the young man who set up the stall is ready to pack his things Back home, a few children were catching dragonflies.

Hwarang and the others walked through these lively scenes, and finally came to Wang Anshi's house. It was a house with one entry and one exit. It wasn't too big, but it was pretty good for Wang Anshi, who was an official in other places.

Gently knocked on the door, the door opened with a creak, and then a boy's head poked out from inside. The boy looked at Hualang and Yin Wucuo with suspicious eyes, and asked, "Who are you two?"

Hwarang cupped his hands and smiled, and said, "Excuse me, is this the home of Wang Anshi, the official official of the Huainan Jiedu Judgment Office?"

The young man nodded: "It's my master, are you two my master's friends?"

Hwarang shook his head: "It's not a friend, it's just because of the fame, I'm Hwarang."

When the boy heard Hua Lang's name, he was startled, and quickly waved his hands: "My master is not here, you can come back another day."

As soon as the little boy finished speaking, Yin Wucuo was about to make a move, but at this moment, a voice suddenly came from inside the room: "Wang Quan, who is making noise outside?"

At this time, the servant named Wang Quan looked embarrassed, Yin Wucuo snorted coldly, pushed him away with a palm, and stepped in. Hualang smiled indifferently, and then shouted into the room: "Xiahualang, special Come to pay your respects to Lord Wang."

After the voice fell, a man about 30 years old ran out of the house. After he ran out, his face was filled with joy, and he said, "You are Hwarang? It's better to be famous than to be famous. Please!"

Wang Anshi's attitude was completely opposite to that of the boy's. Hwarang smiled indifferently, and followed Wang Anshi into the living room. After sitting down in the living room, Hwarang said, "Master Wang, do you know what you are going to do?"

Wang Anshi's complexion changed slightly, but soon he laughed again, and said: "The arrival of Mr. Hua did surprise Wang, but Mr. Wang still guessed the purpose of Mr. Hua's trip. Now it is reported in Huainan City Those two poems of mine are related to the murder case that happened in Huainan City, and that’s why Hua Gongzi judged the case like a god, but how did Hua Gongzi know that those two poems were written by me?”

Hwarang smiled: "You don't need to worry about how you found out, Mr. Wang, but I don't think Mr. Wang is worried about this matter?"

Wang Anshi shrugged his shoulders: "The Qing is self-clearing. I just wrote two poems. Could it be that these non-existent things have caused me to worry all day long?"

Hwarang appreciated Wang Anshi's mentality very much, and he also thought that it was precisely because of Wang Anshi's lack of fear that he dared to carry out reforms in the future. Openly confront the dignitaries of the entire Song Dynasty?

Hwarang smiled: "Master Wang is very courageous, and today I want to tell Lord Wang that even though I know those poems were written by you, I believe you are not the murderer, and now there is something I want to discuss with Lord Wang."

Wang Anshi looked at Hua Lang, a little puzzled, and said, "I don't think Hua Gongzi knows me well, but why does he trust me so much?"

Hwarang shrugged: "It's purely believing, I can't explain why."

Of course, there is a reason, that is, Hwarang doesn't believe that Wang Anshi will be the murderer, but he can't say this reason, because this reason is even more ridiculous than what he said now.

Hwarang's reason is very unreasonable, but Wang Anshi is very moved. If a person trusts you without reason, will you be very moved?

Wang Anshi glanced at Hwarang and asked, "What do you want to discuss with me?"

"It's very simple. I want to ask Mr. Wang to write another poem in the name of Qingsong Sanren."

"This...isn't Playboy afraid of another death?"

Hwarang's expression was a little solemn, and he said, "Of course I'm afraid, but there are so few clues in this murder case, so I want to lure the snake out of the hole and design a trap for the murderer."

With just a few short words, Wang Anshi immediately understood what Hwarang meant, and after he understood, he was even more moved just now, because Hwarang actually told him his plan, and at this time, he was in front of others. Li, I'm afraid he's still a suspect.

Regarding Hualang's going, Wang Anshi did not refuse. After standing in the living room and pondering for a while, he immediately wrote a poem, which said:

The eaves are long and clean without moss, and the flowers and trees are planted by hand.

One water protects the field, and the two mountains bring green.