Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 309 Disturbance like wind blowing.

Haitang doesn't seem to know what Hwarang is talking about, but she knows it all.

A girl will more or less have some habits of her own mother, such as liking to use the same type of rouge, liking the same flavor, liking a certain color of clothes, and so on.

And the reason why Hwarang was able to associate the scent with crabapple is naturally because he understands this.

After an unknown amount of time, Haitang smiled coldly: "You pious people used such despicable means to kill my mother. Don't you allow me to take revenge?"

Hwarang and the others didn't understand what Haitang was talking about, but they knew very well that the girl in front of them must have been deceived.

Zhan Zhao stood aside without saying a word. Regarding the current situation, he didn't know what to do, he didn't even know how it happened.

Hualang looked at Haitang, and said after a long time, "We didn't kill your mother, your mother killed so many people, she deserved her death."

"not like this!"

Haitang roared wildly, her hair became messy because of the roar, she was almost crazy.

Everyone looked at her and didn't know what to say for a moment. Didn't she figure out how her mother died?

"They...they said my mother was forced to death by you!"

Hwarang sneered: "No, your mother died for you, because she didn't want you to be killed by the Qingyi Society, so she refused to tell about the Qingyi Society."

Haitang began to feel pitiful again, she thought of a person, and she had a lot to say.

The man told her that her mother was forced to death by people from the south of the Yangtze River, and that Hwarang tortured her to death in the court. Would she be willing to avenge her mother?

That was her mother, and she naturally wanted revenge, so that person came up with a plan.

In the midsummer of Yangzhou City, a plot that made the life of the three major Jiangnan martial arts masters worse than death.

It turned out that she was being used by someone.

She started to cry, crying like a girl, everyone didn't know what to do when they saw this, the girl in front of them was very pitiful, but she was also a murderer, a person with blood on her hands, they should what to do?

Everyone didn't know, and Zhan Zhao didn't know even more.

Zhan Zhao looked at the girl in front of him, he wanted to step forward to comfort her, but he felt that something was wrong, and the current situation made people wonder what to do.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Haitang suddenly looked at Zhan Zhao and asked, "Do you still love me?"

Zhan Zhao also looked at Haitang, nodded fiercely: "Love!"

After hearing the word love, Haitang suddenly smiled, a little innocently, but there were still tears in her eyes, she wiped away the tears, and said softly, "That's good!"

But just after she finished saying this, she suddenly waved her hand, and a lancet pierced her chest, and when the blood flowed down, it was so shocking.

Zhan Zhao rushed forward desperately, Haitang held Zhan Zhao's hand with bloody hands, and said in a very soft voice, "Don't seek revenge from Tsingyi Club, because even I don't know their details."

There are tears and hatred in Zhan Zhao's eyes, why can't he go to Tsing Yi Club for revenge?

But it was too late for him to ask, because Haitang was dead.

The hand that had been tightly clenched became cold at this moment, and there was no tension.

A drop of tears fell on Haitang's gorgeous face, Zhan Zhao suddenly hugged her tightly, he still couldn't believe that Haitang just left.

Tonight is a sad song.

Once a person takes a wrong step, there may be no room for recovery.

When the white belly appeared in the sky, Zhan Zhao carried Haitang's body and left the prison of the Yangzhou government office. He didn't know where to go, but he didn't want to stay in this place anymore. This was the sad place of his life, so he wanted to leave. And he doesn't care about the so-called martial arts conference here, the name of a knight.

When a person is in deep sorrow, some false fame and fortune are just floating clouds.

Hwarang and the others watched Zhan Zhao's back gradually drifting away, and felt a little pity for him. If the two of them had no emotional communication, maybe Zhan Zhao would not be in such pain now, would he?

But emotional matters, how can human beings control them?

The corners of Wen Meng's eyes were moist, she looked at Hwarang and asked, "Will he be very sad?"

Hwarang held Wen Meng's hand, and said with blurred eyes: "He will be very sad, but he will definitely stand up." Hwarang said firmly, and held Wen Meng's hand even tighter, because he So scared, so scared that one day suddenly, the person he loves will leave him. At that time, he didn't know if he would be able to stand up.

The wind blowing in the summer morning was very comfortable, Fang Qingtong came to Hua Lang, his eyes still had disdain, but his words were much calmer, he smiled and said: "If there is a next time, I will definitely be able to win you. "

Hwarang shrugged and said, "I look forward to our next meeting."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and some friends from the rivers and lakes also left. Hwarang also wanted to leave, but before leaving, Wen Mengmeng had a good and unrestrained tour of Yangzhou. For such a small request, how could Hwarang Not satisfied with her?

After experiencing the incident between Zhan Zhao and Haitang, Hwarang suddenly felt that the relationship between the two is so hard-won, and it is even more difficult to love and know each other and stay together. How can he let go of the happiness he finally obtained now? where to go?

So they started playing in various places in Yangzhou from the morning, and they didn't find a place to rest until they felt tired.

This is the happiest day they have played, because today we have nothing to do, they just want to play and have a good time.

In a person's life, there are not many days that can be unfettered. If there are, we should cherish them and enjoy them.

With the night wind blowing, Yangzhou City was more lively than during the day. Some street stalls were selling all kinds of snacks, but at this time, they didn't want to play any more. They were resting and having dinner.

The dinner was very sumptuous, with good wine and good food. They wanted to get drunk, but they suddenly thought that they would go to Tianchang County tomorrow, so they just tasted it.

After all, there are too few unfettered days.

The sky is full of stars, and there are many pedestrians on the street. In some places in Yangzhou City, there are countless idiots and resentful women watching the starry sky, performing the same and different love stories.

But these stories are just the stories of these crazy men and women. They are sad, happy, bitter and happy in it. They know how they feel. These have nothing to do with Hwarang and the others, because they will leave this place tomorrow, and leave Yangzhou.