Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 432 One Cut Plum.

After hearing Bao Zheng's questioning, Die Wu stopped sobbing and said: "She...she said Master Bao killed her husband, and she wants revenge!"

Bao Zheng stared, and said, "When did my lord kill the murderer's husband?"

Bao Zheng's voice was a little loud, Die Wu was taken aback, and she came over for a long time before continuing: "She said that just a few days ago, you killed her husband in Dawan County."

Hearing Die Wu's words, Bao Zheng, Hua Lang and the others immediately understood that the murderer must be the teahouse proprietress who robbed You Dan, Liu Yi and the others of their tribute Duanyan. Her husband was forced to kill the county magistrate of Dawan County by them. Therefore, their behind-the-scenes mastermind killed her husband, and now she accuses Bao Zheng of all her grudges, which is really unreasonable.

But at this time the murderer was dead, so the matter was over. Now that they had been arguing all night, it was difficult for the grand meeting to continue, so they had no choice but to leave.

The murderer's body had already been transported away by the yamen servants. When Bao Zheng, Hua Lang and others left, the wind and rain outside had stopped, but the road was full of mud, and they walked a bit hard.

However, when the few of them left, Gongsun Ce turned his head and looked into the Qingli courtyard again, as if he was still hoping to see Bai Lan's figure, but the Qingli courtyard was in chaos, and Bai Lan's beautiful figure was still there.

There are no pedestrians on the street. I am afraid that they dispersed when it rained. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival was not very good.

I don't know how long it took before the guests in the Qingli courtyard gradually dispersed. Lin Xian'er looked unhappy when she left. She didn't expect that Hua Lang would forget her so quickly, but the situation just now was really dangerous, and she was a little surprised. After thinking about it, I understood why Hwarang was always paying attention to the guests in the audience.

It's just that Lin Xian'er thought about it this way and felt that tonight was really a disappointment, so she followed Lin Shouye and the others back unhappy.

However, when the murder case of Qingli Courtyard happened, a person came suddenly in the courtyard behind Qingli Courtyard, and that person came to the Caimen where Qingyan lived with a piece of paper and an umbrella in one hand, and gently knocked on the door , and shouted: "Sister Qingyan is asleep, it's me, Miaoyu."

The door creaked open, the lights in the room were flickering, Qingyan was still wearing a veil at this time, she saw that it was Miaoyu, she quickly invited her into the room, and then said with a smile: "Sister Miaoyu is not performing in front, why not?" Remember my place?"

Miaoyu smiled: "Sister Qingyan will make fun of me. My piano skills are not all taught by my sister. The reason why I come here is because I have finished performing, so I come here to accompany my sister."

Qingyan smiled, then stood up and closed the window that was blown open by the wind, and said, "I'm used to being lonely by myself, and only you, my sister, can think of accompanying me. If you perform on stage today, there must be many talented people writing to you." Words, what good words are there, show them to my sister."

Hearing what Qingyan said, Miaoyu quickly shook her head and said, "Is there anyone writing lyrics there? If it wasn't for that Ms. Lin from Moyanzhai who forced me, I'm afraid no one would write lyrics for me. In the end, there would be only one person. !" Miaoyu said this, but she seemed a bit lonely, Qingyan heard this, and asked with a smile: "Those people don't write, they don't have any vision, I wonder who is the person who wrote the lyrics?"

But Miaoyu didn't answer, just handed the poem to Qingyan, Qingyan chanted softly in this silent room:

Recalling the mid-autumn osmanthus cluster.The flower is in the cup, and the moon is in the cup.The same one upstairs tonight.Cloud wet screens, rain wet screens.

I want to take advantage of the wind and ask about chemical industry.The road is also difficult, and the letter is also difficult.There is only candles in the house.The cup is calm, and the song is calm.

After Qingyan finished chanting, she couldn't help admiring: "The artistic conception of this word is very good, I think he must be a great talent, I wonder if it is Mr. Zhang or Mr. Li?"

Miaoyu said with a smile: "My sister can make fun of people. What is Mr. Zhang and Mr. Li over there? It's the playboy you always praise."

"Hualang Playboy?" Qingyan was surprised for a moment, and then opened the palindrome that had been placed on the table, and the sentence upstairs is not suitable for autumn.Qiu Yi reappeared before her eyes without going upstairs.

Seeing Qingyan's reaction, Miaoyu quickly laughed and said, "It's that playboy!"

Afterwards, Miaoyu told about Lin Xian'er's forcing Hualang to write a poem, after Qingyan finished listening, she smiled and said: "Those scholars and scholars really have no vision, they can't even see our little sister Miaoyu's thoughts, I really didn't expect that this playboy Tao is still a person with seven apertures and a delicate heart, so he just met you once, and knew that my sister, you don't admire Lingluo, but only want to sing and be calm like what is written in this word."

When Qingyan said this, Miaoyu felt a little embarrassed, and then she laughed again: "Sister, I am in a brothel, I don't know when I will be able to regain my freedom, and then I will do that carefree thing. Unlike my sister, I have expectations in my heart."

When Miaoyu said this, Qingyan suddenly felt a lot more sad, and at this moment the sound of the rain from the window seemed to be louder.

Just when the two of them were worrying about all kinds of loneliness, there was a burst of commotion in front of them. After hearing this, Miaoyu smiled and said: "I think it's the fans of Sister Diewu who are there cheering and cheering." here."

Qingyan smiled and said: "I think so, my sister will stay here with me today!"

Miaoyu picked up the poem on the table and said with a smile, "Of course it's fine, but my sister wants to compose this song, and I'll sing it another day."

The two women suddenly started fighting, and the sadness just now seemed to have disappeared.

The night was getting darker, but the matter of Qingliyuan seemed to be over like this.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon in the night sky is not as bright as each day. Since Gongsun Ce left Qingliyuan, he often looked at the moon. Bao Zheng or Hua Lang asked him why, and he smiled and said: "There is no moon after autumn." Hurry up and take a look while the moon is still bright."

Whenever Gongsun Ce said this, Hwarang would laugh to himself, because he knew that Gongsun Ce missed Bailan, and of course Bailan's neon dress dance. Seeing Gongsun Ce like this, Hualang felt that life is really a magical day It is really incredible that Gongsun Ce would suddenly miss a woman because of a dance.

And within a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, a song came out of Qingli courtyard suddenly. Once the song was released, it was sung all over the street. Most of the people who sang it were schoolchildren. When they sang, It is not said that this poem was written by Hwarang, but that it was composed by Qingyan girl of Qingliyuan.

After Wen Meng learned about this, he despised those scholars and scholars even more. On the one hand, they felt that their talents were not as good as others, but on the other hand, they wanted to save face and refused to admit it.

Wen Meng reacted strongly, but Hwarang just laughed it off, so this incident did not cause an uproar in Hwarang's circle of friends.