Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 256 Cilou.

I live in the south of the Yangtze River, and after another, Qingming and cold food, in the flower path, there is a storm, a mess, the pink is dark with the flowing water, the garden gradually feels clear and dark, counting every year, all the tung trees fall, and the cold is weak.

The courtyard is quiet, there is nothing to talk about, there is nothing to say, I am very idle, I am afraid of the flow of warblers and milk swallows, when I hear the news, where is Chisu now, the colorful clouds are still no trace, I teach people, I am ashamed to go to the upper floors, flat Wubi.

This is Xin Qiji's Man Jianghong Twilight Spring. Through the description of the scenery of late spring and the leisurely sorrows of beauties, he expresses his feelings of frustration and no way to serve the country. It is also suitable for the occasion when it is written by Hwarang. After all, these scholars have no fame. In life, what they think about all their lives is to observe and serve the country. They are just like the ruined late spring and the beauty's sorrows described in this poem, depressed and frustrated.

After applauding several times, Hwarang saluted those scholars and said: "Hwarang, I dare not compete with each other. Now I ask one of you to lead us to Sun Yiwen's house!"

At this time, Hwarang was not complacent, and he didn't even want to talk about poetry at all. Those scholars knew they had lost, so they had to be led by one person to Sun Yiwen's house.

When one person led Hualang and the others to Sun Yiwen's house, the rest of the literati couldn't help but sighed, and said, "So this is Hualang Huagongzi who is famous all over the south of the Yangtze River. I only heard that he was a detective before. There are many strange cases, I didn't expect him to write lyrics so well, he is really a great talent, if he goes to the imperial examination and comes back with the number one scholar, he will also be able to broaden our family in Tianchang County!"

Another scholar shook his head and said, "Oh, it's a pity, I heard that his father told him before he died that he should not be an official in the court. I don't know the details!"

When the two said this, everyone felt even more regretful, and at this time, one of them suggested: "This Hwarang doesn't know what to do with Sun Yiwen, why don't we go and have a look!"

After discussing this, everyone hurriedly left the tea stall and rushed to Sun Yiwen's house.

Sun Yiwen's home was dilapidated, and the Spring Festival couplets at the door were a little peeled off due to the blowing of the whole spring breeze. The scholar pointed to the door and said, "This is Sun Yiwen's home!"

Hua Lang knocked on the door, but no one responded, Hua Lang and Bao Zheng looked at each other, wondering if Sun Yiwen heard something and ran away.

Two yamen servants kicked open the door roughly, and then rushed in. They searched the dilapidated room several times, but they didn't see anyone. Bao Zheng sighed and said, "It's a step too late!"

Seeing this, the scholars standing on the side also understood what was going on. Hwarang was a detective and Bao Zheng's county magistrate. They came to find Sun Yiwen, and they must have wanted to arrest Sun Yiwen, but now Sun Yiwen has disappeared.

Just when everyone was a little lost, a scholar stood up and said: "At this time, Sun Yiwen must be composing poems and lyrics in the Cilou, and he will be at home there. If you want to find him, you can go to the Cilou or wait until the sky. black!"

After hearing this sentence, everyone was a little happy, but also a little puzzled. They have been in Tianchang County for so long, how come they have never heard of Cilou? If what the scholar said is true, then the grandson Yiwen has not absconded in fear of crime, is he innocent?

Hwarang walked forward, bowed to the scholar who spoke just now, and then asked, "I don't know where this Ci building is, so why did Sun Yiwen recite poems in that place to fight against you?"

When the scholar saw Hua Lang came to ask, he was somewhat proud, and said: "This Ci building is the most famous place among the scholars in our Tianchang County. It is a good place to drink tea, recite poems and write lyrics. To enter, you have to be well-dressed, and you have to pay enough money, poor scholars like us, I'm afraid we can only stand aside and envy!"

After hearing the scholar's words, Hwarang couldn't help but let out a long sigh, he really hadn't heard of this place.

And places that have never been heard of are often more and more people want to go and have a look.

So after leaving Qilipu, everyone found Cilou according to what the scholars said.

The word building looks very simple, with a poem by Wen Tingyun written on both sides of the door, neatly like a couplet.

Thousands of hate, hate is in the end of the world, the mountains and moons don't know what's in their hearts, the water and wind empty the flowers in front of them, and the blue clouds are swaying.

After freshening up, leaning on the Wangjiang tower alone, passing through thousands of sails is nothing, the slanting light is pulsing with water, and the heart is broken on Baipingzhou.

This is Wen Tingyun's Dream Jiangnan, full of charm, giving people a bright and fresh feeling.

Judging from the facade of the Cilou, it is indeed extremely attractive to scholars, but when Hwarang and the others were about to go in, they were stopped by two scholar-like boys inside the door.

The reason why I say they look like scholars is because the two of them are indeed janitors, but the clothes they wear are indeed only worn by scholars. It looks extremely funny, if they don’t want to find out what’s going on here Under such circumstances, Hwarang and the others will definitely not be able to help laughing.

The meaning of the two boys was very clear, because after they stopped Hua Lang and the others, they pointed to the basins on both sides of the door. There were a lot of money in the basins, including copper coins, broken silver, and even more Those who took jade ornaments as money and threw them in.

Hualang looked at Gongsun Ce helplessly, Gongsun Ce shrugged, took some money from his body and threw it in, about a tael of silver, which was a lot of money for Gongsun Ce, just a After throwing down the two pieces of silver, the expressions of the two servants were still disdainful, but after all, they were given money, so they let Hua Lang and the others go in.

Entering the Cilou, what you see inside is quite different.

Although this is a place where literati recite poems and write lyrics, there are only tables of people, most of whom are drinking tea and chatting. There are not many people who really discuss poetry. After seeing this scene, Hwarang smiled lightly. Doing it together seems too boring, and it is difficult to come up with good words.

The real good words, I am afraid, can only be made after a person expresses his feelings.

In such a scene, how could it be possible to write good words? When everyone met, it was nothing more than drinking tea and chatting about poetry.

In addition, Hwarang and the others also discovered that in this word building, besides some scholars, there are also some women. These women are not prostitutes, nor are they entertainers. Chatting about poetry, and occasionally, they will write a few poems. Most of them are young ladies from merchants' families. They come here just to pass the boring time, or to see if they can find a good man.

To be precise, this place is just a business of drawing red lines under the guise of being a lyricist.