Da Song Private Investigator

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the capital is already green.

In a still precarious spring, Liu Yong finally came to the end of his life after drinking the best glass of wine.

However, Liu Yong died peacefully, because at the last moment of his death, he was accompanied by a confidant.

That day, the sky in the capital was darkened for a moment, as if he felt worthless for such a talented man. His life was spent in frustration, and his life was also unrestrained and unrestrained With a bit of envy.

Liu Yong has no other friends, only Hwarang, and many confidantes, so after Liu Yong passed away, all his descendants will be handled by these people. Originally, Hwarang wanted to hold a beautiful funeral for Liu Yong, But after thinking about it later, Liu Yong was not tolerated by the world all his life, so he must not be used to these worldly funerals. Later, after discussing with Xie Yuying and Chen Shishi, they decided to keep things simple.

Because everything was kept simple, many things were done easily. After everything was ready, on a sunny afternoon, Liu Yong's body was prepared to be buried under the management of Hwarang, Xie Yuying, and Chen Shishi.

After everything was ready, Hwarang hired a few people to carry the coffin, and then went directly to Leyouyuan on the outskirts of Wangjing.

Leyou was originally in the south of Chang'an City, some distance away from Liu Yong's residence, but these were not a problem, Hua Lang, Xie Yuying, Chen Shishi and others walked in front, along the way Xie Yuying and Chen Shishi were distraught and sobbing, Although Hwarang was also sad in his heart, but for some reason, he could not shed tears. I wondered if it was because Liu Yong was already a dead person to him.

Or maybe there is really nothing that made Hwarang feel distraught over Liu Yong's death and shed tears.

Man is a very strange creature. Many things that others think are very moving, others may not think so.

In the afternoon in the capital, the warmth has gradually grown. A few people and a coffin are walking slowly on the streets of the bustling Chang'an City. From time to time, some people stop to look around and talk a lot, but Hualang and the others are not worried about it. Unmoved, they were still walking, and when they passed the street where the brothels gathered in Chang'an City, Hwarang and the others found that the entire brothel was covered with white cloth, and some prostitutes were crying, and they were very angry. They automatically followed behind Liu Yong's coffin. When Hwarang and the others walked through the places where brothels gather, there were no less than 100 prostitutes following behind the coffin. These prostitutes were originally the lowest-level people in society. , but at this time, they were deeply moved by Hwarang.

An indescribable feeling suddenly hit my heart, and then tears flowed out unconsciously. For some reason, that feeling turned out to be joyful.

Yes, life is alive, what kind of life is not wasted, maybe someone like Liu Yong is not wasted, although life is rough, but leaving a name after death, and let so many prostitutes die for themselves, What else is he dissatisfied with?

All the famous prostitutes in the capital have come, and the team is still growing. When it is almost time to reach Leyouyuan, half of the city is already empty, and there is a lot of mourning.

However, although so many people came, the burial ceremony is still simple, but after Liu Yong's burial, the prostitutes who followed did not leave. They gathered on Leyouyuan and played and sang Liu Yong's four songs The first word, the four words are:

"Yellow Oriole"

Who is the master of the garden on a sunny day and spring.The warm rhythm is latently reminding, the valley is peaceful, the oriole is dancing, and the fragrant tree is at first glance.Watching the dew wet strands of gold clothes, the leaves reflect like a reed.When the dawn comes, the branches are slender, and it seems to whisper the heart and deep meaning.

No evidence.When the warm smoke came out, I took advantage of the wandering bees to go.Unrestrained traces, calling each other in twos, and finally singing in the fog and dancing in the wind.When the willows in Shangyuan, the flowers in the other hall were deep.At this time, Haiyan is partial to forgiveness, and they all share Shaoguang with them.

"Yu Lin Ling"

The cicada was sad, and it was late to Changting, and the shower was off. Dumen accounted for nothing, Lan Zhou urged. Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke. When I read it, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the evening mist was deep and wide.

Passionateness has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more so cold and cold!Where to wake up tonight?Willow bank, dawn and waning moon.After the past years, it should be a good day for nothing.Even though there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you more?

"The Jade Girl Shaking the Immortal Pendant"

Feiqiong's partner, I don't even go to the Pearl Palace, and I haven't returned to the fairyland.

Take the time to dress up and speak ordinary words, how beautiful it is.

It is proposed to compare famous flowers.

Fearing that others will laugh at me is easier said than done.

Careful calculation, wonderful flowers, but only dark red and light white.

Competing as passionately as this, occupying the world, charming and charming.

Xu Xin painted the hall and embroidered pavilion, the bright moon and the breeze, forbearance to abandon the time lightly.

From ancient times to the present, there are few beautiful talents and talented people, and there are few double beauties in those days.

And cuddle up to each other.

Don't get rid of it, pity me for my versatility.

May grandma and Lan Xinhui's sex, under the foreword, express my deepest meaning.

To swear.

I will never be alone in this life.

"Song of Boiled Sea"

Where can the people who boil the sea camp? Women have no silkworms and weavers, and husbands have no farming.

The source of food and clothing is too scarce, and cooking in a prison pot is a sign of your loss.

Every spring and summer, the tide fills Pu, and the tide ebbs and scrapes mud to form islands.

Air-dried and exposed to salty taste, and began to fill with tidal waves to form a bittern.

There is no leisure for the concentration of brine and alkali, and the mining of woodcutters goes deep into the infinite mountain.

I dare not avoid the leopard's trail and the tiger's trail, go to Chaoyang Mountain and return to the sunset.

The shoulders of the ship did not stop, and it was hot into the giant stove.

Burning in the morning and sparkling in the evening piled up high, so that the waves turned into snow.

From the accumulation of bittern to the flying frost, it is nothing more than borrowing money to fill up the grain.

When the scale is entered into the official, it is slightly straight, and it is often paid for by ten.

Going round and round without rest, the official rent is not paid, and the private rent is forced.

Expelling wives and expelling children is a class project, although it is a human figure, it is all dishes.

Why do the people of Vendhai suffer from the door, and the mother is rich and the son is not poor.

There is nothing missing in this dynasty, and I hope that the emperor will go to the seaside.

The armored soldiers are cleansed, collected and lost, and the king has more money to stop the salt and iron.

The only thing in the Taiping industry is salt, which turns into the Xia, Shang and Zhou seasons.

After the four poems were played and sung, all the prostitutes mourned again. Hwarang stood aside, seeing all the crony girls in the city, he couldn't calm down for a long time. He looked up at the sky and couldn't help but chant:

There are like clouds of prostitutes in Leyouyuan, and there are seven tombs of romantic willows.It's ridiculous that there are many gentlemen and gentry, and the pity is not as good as the red dresses.

After the chanting, Hwarang didn't stop any longer, turned around and left Leyouyuan.

The reason why Hwarang did this is because if he doesn't leave, he will definitely not be able to bear it. This kind of scene is too shocking for people. He left. As for what these prostitutes did later, he didn't I know, but although he doesn't know, this good story is going to be passed down.

It has been more than a month since he came to the capital, Hua Lang felt that it was time to go back, because there was someone waiting for him in the distant Huainan City, but before returning to Huainan City, he went to Kaifeng Mansion again and called Bao Zheng. call.

For Hwarang's sudden arrival, Bao Zheng and others were very pleasantly surprised, but when they learned that Hwarang had already arrived in the capital, they criticized him, saying that he was not loyal enough, and it took Hwarang a lot of words to send them away. Several people persuaded them.