Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 355 The team grows stronger.

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard Liu Yi's words.

Hua Lang even asked quickly: "Brother Liu's business in Jiangnan's security agency is doing well, why did you follow me to Duanzhou?"

Liu Ye smiled wryly, and said: "Brother Hua only saw the surface, and now there are more and more escort agencies in the south of the Yangtze River, and the business of our Changfeng Security Agency is getting more and more difficult. I have already inquired about the Duanzhou area, and I heard that there are security agencies in the south of the Yangtze River. There are very few, as long as I can get through the road from Duanzhou to Jiangnan, then I will definitely be able to carry forward my Changfeng Escort Bureau!"

At this time, Liu Yi had just grown up, but listening to the few words he said, it can be seen that he is an ambitious and prudent person. Hwarang likes such young people very much, but he is not stupid, so he naturally listens to him. The meaning in Liu Yi's words came out.

There must be many local snakes in Duanzhou, and it is not easy for Changfeng Escort to do business there, so when he gets there, he naturally has to rely on Hua Lang, or in other words, rely on Bao Zheng's local power.

Liu Yi saw that Hua Lang didn't express anything, so he quickly continued: "Go to Duanzhou to open an escort agency. I'm going to take all the people here. When I get there, if Brother Hua needs my younger brother, just give me an order."

Hearing what Liu Yi said, Hwarang nodded slightly, and said with a light smile: "Brother Liu is so ambitious, but we are leaving tomorrow, can you make it in time?"

"Come on, let's meet at the city gate tomorrow morning!"

After such a discussion, Liu Yi left the detective agency.

The night in early summer is already a bit stuffy, Hwarang is watching the moon in his courtyard, Xiaobai and Wenfeng are sitting beside him, they seem to be the same as Hwarang, worried about what will happen after going to Duanzhou.

Early the next morning, after everyone gathered at the gate of the county government office, Bao Zheng and Hua Lang set off.

Because they had a lot of people, the journey was long, they had women, and they carried a lot of things, so they prepared four or five carriages. When these four or five carriages drove through the street, the people there shouted "Master Bao is slow." Go, the sound almost resounded throughout Tianchang County.

Bao Zheng sat on the carriage, couldn't help but shed tears, the hard work of the past two years was not in vain, he was content with the words of the common people.

For this kind of scene, Hwarang felt somewhat displeased, because he helped the people here solve so many cases, but when they left, they were thinking of Bao Zheng.

But Hwarang soon let go, because what he wanted was fame and fortune, and he had to collect money for handling the case, and everyone did not owe each other, so there is really no need to miss him.

When he arrived at the city gate, Hwarang saw that besides many ordinary people, there were also Liu Yi's troops and a group of scholars. He was not surprised to see the ordinary people and Liu Yi and the others, but what were these scholars doing here?

After getting off the carriage at the gate of the city, those scholars greeted them, and said with a smile to Hua Lang: "Young Master Hua is going to Duanzhou, and I have one less talented man in the south of the Yangtze River. Why don't Young Master Hua compose a poem for us before leaving?" , how about as a souvenir?"

After hearing what these scholars said, Hwarang immediately understood what it meant, but was it good intentions or suspicion?

Maybe it's Hwarang's professional habits. He always feels that some people's actions always have a purpose, so he will doubt it. After all, there are many rumors among the people that the words he made before are not his. But those people couldn't find any evidence. Now that he is leaving Tianchang County, these scholars must have their own purpose in wanting to prove it again.

Originally, Hwarang didn't bother to steal people's poems, but in this situation, if he didn't do it, the reputation he had accumulated so hard would be in vain. There was no way, Hwarang had to think for a while, and then chanted Said: "Break the sorrow of separation, outside the screen window, the wind shakes the green bamboo. After the people go, the sound of the flute stops, and the person leaning on the building is alone. The eyes are full of unbearable March evening, and the mountains are green when you raise your head. But try to send a piece of paper to me. Book, read from the beginning."

Hwarang had just finished reciting the last line, all the scholars applauded, and many people were discussing aside, saying that the first sentence of the last line breaks the sorrow of separation and personifies it, which makes people feel the pain of sorrow of separation, and the first sentence The sentence rhymes with the general meaning of the noun, which makes people get into the question quickly.

The crowd applauded and applauded, and many people shouted again and again: "Hua Gongzi, where is Xiayu?"

Hualang smiled lightly, and continued to chant: "The words of lovesickness are empty; when will the meaning of lovesickness be enough? The dripping lapels are dripping, and the tears are full. The fragrant grass does not stray away from the traveler's way, and the weeping willows only hinder people's eyes. The bitterness is that the moon is at dusk, and the rails are bent."

After Hua Lang finished reading the next sentence, all the scholars fell silent. Hua Lang looked at these people and smiled faintly, then got into the carriage and ordered: "Go!"

The carriage galloped away from Tianchang County, leaving those scholars there to slowly savor the song Manjianghong, and from time to time, they would recite a sentence that the grass does not stray away from the road, and the hanging willows only hinder people's eyes.The most bitter thing is that the moon is at dusk and the rails are curved.

By the time those scholars sensed the taste of the word, Hwarang and the others had already gone far away, so far that even the dust had disappeared.

The process of migration was boring, so when he was free, Gongsun Ce made fun of Hualang in the carriage: "Brother Hua's song Manjianghong is too graceful, it's really not like a detective like you who deals with criminals can write it."

At this time, Hua Lang quickly laughed and said: "Mr. Gongsun's words are true!"

Every time Hwarang used this sentence to answer, it was hard for Gongsun Ce to say something more, but everyone knew that Gongsun Ce was just idle and bored, and wanted to talk to Hwarang about poetry, but Hwarang The little ink in his stomach will be exposed if he talks too much, so he always finds excuses to shirk.

At this time, Bao Zheng was going to come out to rehabilitate Hualang. He said that the first reading of this song Man Jianghong felt very graceful, but after slowly savoring it, he felt sad but not hurtful. He wrote the sorrow of parting vividly and vividly. He didn't feel any sadness because of it, which fits Brother Hua's situation very well.

Bao Zheng justified Hwarang's name, and Hwarang didn't say much about other things, so at this time, if Gongsun Ce wanted to talk about poetry, he would not talk to Hwarang, but directly discussed with Bao Zheng.

Along the way, what Hwarang did was to enjoy the scenery along the way and taste the delicacies of various places, and he didn't have to worry about money at all. Although the house was not sold, he had some savings. , Every time I eat, Liu Yi helps to pay for it.

After walking like this for more than half a month, they finally arrived in Duanzhou. When they arrived in Duanzhou, the early summer had already passed, and the midsummer was approaching. The sweltering heat of Duanzhou’s midsummer made them dare not Believe it, let them feel that it may rain at any time here.