Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 434 Cihui.

After Lin Xian'er had spoken like this, how could Tang Wanli dare not follow, he cupped his hands to Hua Lang and said, "Young man, can you join in the fun?"

Hualang smiled: "First accompany Mr. Bao to appreciate the chrysanthemums, if you have time, go and have a look."

Tang Wanli wanted to say something more, but at this time Lin Xian'er had already taken a few steps, Tang Wanli had no choice but to say goodbye to Hualang and the others.

However, after Tang Wanli and Lin Xian'er left, Bao Zheng couldn't help but sigh and said, "I never expected that the two of them would be together again!"

Hearing Bao Zheng's words, Hua Lang laughed and said: "Brother Bao's words are wrong, how can you say yes, this is the first time they are together!"

Bao Zheng smiled, concealing his slip of the tongue, and asked, "Didn't Lin Xian'er always dislike Tang Wanli? How did she accept Tang Wanli's marriage proposal?"

Wen Meng didn't think too much about it, and said, "It must be Tang Wanli's sincerity, and the golden stone is opened, otherwise, how could Lin Xian'er accept it!"

The few of them were discussing this, but Hua Lang was silent. Was Lin Xian'er really moved by Tang Wanli?Thinking about it, it shouldn't be, how can a woman's feelings be so easily moved?Moreover, Hua Lang hadn't seen Tang Wanli do anything touching in the past few days, presumably Lin Xian'er wanted to be angry with herself, the way she looked at him just now seemed to be like this.

When Hwarang thought this way, he suddenly sneered and smiled, who is Hwarang, how can Lin Xianer agree to marry Tang Wanli just to be angry, and now he can only hope that the two of them can be happy up.

The faint fragrance of flowers made this Double Ninth Festival more refreshing. After everyone enjoyed all the chrysanthemums in all places, they strolled to the place where the Ci will be held, and when they walked, some Scholars who admired the flowers gathered here one after another, as if seeing Hua Lang would cause excitement.

And those scholars who were writing lyrics snorted softly when they saw Hwarang coming, as if they hated Hwarang coming.

But Hua Lang didn't care, he just followed Bao Zheng and the others to enjoy the flowers and listen to other people's poems.

Writing lyrics in the chrysanthemum bushes is not a taste. At this time, there are more than a dozen scholars writing lyrics in the chrysanthemum bushes. A gust of autumn wind blew up their clothes, which also set off the chicness of these scholars.

Today's Ci will not be compared, everyone only presents the Ci that they have written to make people appreciate that's all. If the composition is good, it will naturally be composed and sung. The reason for these scholars is also to hope that the Ci that they wrote can be appreciated. Sing it on.

The lyricist is in front, surrounded by many spectators. Among these spectators are merchants, private school teachers, woodcutters, and of course beggars, but those beggars and woodcutters are just watching the fun.

Hwarang and the others watched the chrysanthemums while admiring the chrysanthemums, but bursts of applause burst out from the cis meeting. , quickly asked: "Is there something wrong with you?"

Wen Meng shook her head again and again, and said: "No, I just felt that last Mid-Autumn Festival they felt that the lyrics you wrote were not relevant to the topic and I was angry. Today you should write a poem for them to see."

Seeing that Wen Meng was just complaining about his last words, he was relieved, so he said with a smile: "We are here to appreciate the chrysanthemums, and we are not here to get angry with them. It's better not to meddle in their affairs."

Now that Hwarang has said so, what can Wen Meng do, he can only get angry, make a face, and then go straight to admire the chrysanthemums.

But at this time, one of these people wrote the best words, and was praised by all the scholars present, and Bao Zheng couldn't help shouting, and Bao Zheng's shouting, But the author of that lyric was overjoyed, he hurriedly came to Bao Zheng, said with a smile: "Master Bao can appreciate my next lyric, I am so lucky!"

Bao Zheng smiled: "Good words are to be praised and appreciated."

At this time, after receiving Bao Zheng's words, those scholars all came to congratulate the man, shouting Brother Li, and this brother Li was so praised by others, he suddenly got carried away, he turned to look at Hua Lang, He laughed and said: "Young man has a great research on words. I don't know if the words I wrote just now can enter the eyes of young man?"

Hua Lang didn't intend to show off, he laughed again and again: "Brother Li's words just now have an extraordinary artistic conception, how could they not catch my eye."

Seeing this, brother Li said again: "Since that's the case, why don't Mr. Hua write a song to echo it?"

After hearing this, Hwarang refused again and again: "Brother Li's words are really incomparable, so let's not do it!" After Hwarang said this, he gave Bao Zheng a wink and told him to take people away quickly, but Bao Zheng didn't seem to understand Hua Lang's eyes, and he laughed and said: "It's such a Double Ninth Festival, why should Hua Brothers compose a song to suit the occasion, otherwise the Double Ninth Festival will be in vain?"

When Bao Zheng said this, Wen Meng quickly followed suit and said, "Yes, let's make one!"

Yin Wucuo, Hua Wan'er and the others also urged her one after another, which made Hua Lang anxious, wondering if these people were his friends, and why he liked to add insult to injury so much.

And when Hwarang was embarrassed, more people gathered around, including Tang Wanli and Lin Xianer, but at this moment, Lin Xianer just looked at Hwarang and smiled, as if she didn't want to say anything else this time , because she needless to say, enough for Hwarang.

Seeing that Hua Lang was a bit stage fright, that brother Li became more proud, and said with a smile: "Young man, don't say that you don't know how to write words about Chongyang, don't be like the Mid-Autumn Festival, where you praised the beauty but said something innocuous." .”

Brother Li said all this, if Hua Lang doesn't compose another song, he will really feel sorry for himself, so he suddenly became arrogant and said: "Brush, ink, paper and inkstone are waiting for you!"

When Hwarang yelled, Brother Li was a little surprised, and also a little regretful. If Hwarang really made a better word than himself, wouldn't he slap himself in the face today?

Before the man could react, someone had already brought the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Hua Lang swiped the pen and wrote it on the white paper in one go. After finishing writing, he threw the pen away, turned around and left.

Bao Zheng, Gongsun Ce and the others saw that Hua Lang had left, so they couldn't stay any longer. After a quick glance at the words written by Hua Lang, they followed suit. The rest of the scholars read the words carefully. After reading it again, he was immediately dumbfounded, and after a long time, he finally burst out saying yes, and the so-called brother Li, at this moment, looked embarrassed, as if he felt that he really shouldn't be so cheap just now, he clearly knew Hwarang's talent Better than himself, why provoke him.