Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 335: By the side of the broken bridge outside the station.

When a person has money, he always spends it like water.

The same is true for Hwarang, the money given to him by the Jiangnan Bodyguard Bureau Alliance is really easy to come by, so he spends money more lavishly than before.

In the winter of Jingyou's fourth year, he bought several shops near the detective agency and the courtyard behind them. If you count the area, it was about a dozen acres of land, and the corner was almost adjacent to Bao Zheng's yamen.

In this way, it is only a few steps from Hwarang's detective agency to Bao Zheng's yamen.

But after buying so many houses and yards, there is a big problem next, which is decoration.

In the past, these houses belonged to each family, but now they belong to Hwarang's family. He has to open up and decorate these houses and courtyards.

For this reason, he left a shop on the west side as his own detective agency to receive guests, and put up the signboard of the detective agency in that place, and anyone who came to him for help had to enter from that place.

In addition, he opened up all the courtyards at the back and asked someone to repair them so that there is no sense of disobedience in each courtyard.

After that, they repaired the houses in each courtyard and decorated the inside, so that everything looked refurbished. If someone wanted to walk from one end of Hwarang's house to the other, it would take almost a quarter of an hour. Because his home is so long, the courtyard is like a street.

This is also the only bad thing, because such a long courtyard makes this home feel three-dimensional, but for the time being, they only have so little money, and Hwarang has his own plans, he didn't plan to live here permanently, So temporarily expand the homeland, but if it is a big deal, it will not be worth the loss.

And the long courtyard is good for him to train Xiaobai.

Now Xiaobai has grown very tall, he can jump up to the height of a man, in order not to scare people, Hwarang put a chain on it.

After Hwarang and the others tidied up the house, they invited Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce to come here as guests. When they saw Hwarang's house, they were almost stunned, and Bao Zheng also jokingly said: "I'm This county magistrate is not as comfortable as you, it seems that Brother Hua has a good way of making money!"

Hwarang smiled a little embarrassedly, he didn't earn much money as a detective, the money was just for him, it came almost suddenly.

Of course, if a person has the ability, making money has never been a problem.

After Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce came, Xiaobai always ran quickly to meet them. For it, it could distinguish between friends and enemies.

In such a long courtyard, there are a few plum blossoms planted in one place. At this time, the plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the fragrance can be smelled from a distance, because these plum blossoms have added a lot of color to the whole courtyard, and it also saves the flower man from planting by himself. Plum trouble.

On this day, the sky was gloomy, as if it was going to snow, but the more it looked like this, Hua Lang and Bao Zheng felt that something was extraordinary, because they thought of a poem by Bai Juyi, "When you come late, the sky is like snow, and you can have a drink." none?

Today they are just like Bai Juyi back then, Hwarang wants to ask Bao Zheng if he can have a drink?

The living room was obviously much larger than before, with a big table in the middle. After Hua Wan'er and a cook brought the food and wine, everyone drank freely and seemed very happy.

But when people are happy, time often passes quickly, and the sky darkens in a blink of an eye, and it is getting dark.

But I don't know when, it snowed outside, the wind and snow was very fast, and it was so loud that people couldn't open their eyes. Bao Zheng and Gongsun Ce were a little drunk, but luckily the detective agency was very far away from the county government. Recently, the two of them got up to say goodbye, Hwarang didn't do much to keep them, and let them go, after all, friends don't need so much pretentiousness.

The wind and snow covered up the fragrance of plum blossoms. The two women, Wen Meng and Hua Wan'er, had gone back to their room to rest. Hua Lang and Yin Wucuo were sitting in the warm living room, looking at the plum blossoms not far away. Faintly worried about it.

What should I do if the plum blossoms are crushed by the wind and snow?

But the worries of the two of them are obviously superfluous. The plum blossoms are bitter and cold, and what they want is the ruthless wind and snow, because only the ruthless wind and snow can make their iron bones show vividly.

Looking at the plum blossoms, Hwarang couldn't help but want to chant poems.

The bridge outside the station is broken, and loneliness opens without a master.

It was already alone at dusk, and it was even more windy and rainy.

Unwilling to struggle hard for spring, Renqun Fang was jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant.

The faint words and sentences are chanted under the snow at dusk, and they have infinite artistic conception. Although Yin Wucuo doesn't know poetry, he can also hear the poet's admiration for plum blossoms from this poem.

So at this time, Yin Wucuo smiled slightly: "Brother Hua's poem, after tonight, I'm afraid it will spread throughout Jiangnan."

Hwarang smiled lightly: "Brother Yin, don't make fun of me for such a boring work, and don't talk about this matter outside, we run a detective agency, if customers think that I, Hwarang, can only play tricks, then It's a little bad."

Yin Wucuo shrugged helplessly, and said, "I don't need to say anything, but it's hard to guarantee that other people in the mansion won't."

The other people in the house came out to Wen Menghua Wan'er, and there was a cook, who was cleaning up the mess on the table at this time. She could hear this poem, but could she write it down? A cook Mother understand?

Thinking of this, Hwarang couldn't help but smile.

As the night deepened, the wind and snow became more urgent, but the entire Tianchang County fell into tranquility.

In the morning of the next day, the wind and snow had stopped, and everywhere was a piece of white snow, as if the whole world was immaculate, and when the snow stopped, it was always the busiest time, because people who had been at home for a long time finally You can come out and play.

This situation, whether it is the Song Dynasty, or the century that Hwarang was in before, is the same.

Now they are leisurely, so they are going to walk on the street, play and have a look.

And after they walked to the street, everyone's expression on Hwarang changed, which reminded Hwarang of the time when he wrote the two poems of late spring in late spring, the eyes of passers-by on the street looked at him.

Now it is this kind of vision again, there are doubts in the envy, and more of admiration, could it be that the fortune teller Yongmei he sang yesterday was passed on?

After walking a few more steps, this idea was confirmed, because a group of scholars were chanting this poem repeatedly, and they were also talking about going to the brothel hall to ask a few friends who are familiar with the rhythm to help compose the music so that it can be sung. !

When they saw Hwarang, they rushed over and told about the artistic conception and character of the word. Of course, the name of the poem was the one they asked the most. After all, Hwarang only chanted the word yesterday, but did not say the word. name.