Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 440 Partridge Sky.

After leaving the abbot's courtyard, everyone's faces were very ugly, because they have searched every place now, but they didn't find any trace of the corpse.

The bell rang at noon, and the autumn sun seemed a little brighter at this time, and it seemed that they were too far away because they were on the mountain.

Those monks who had been searching for a long time all went to the canteen to eat, while Bao Zheng, Hua Lang and others hesitated in front of the Buddhist hall, they were puzzled about what happened here, and they wanted to wait for news from Zhang Long and Zhao Hu.

They waited there for about half a stick of incense. Zhang Long, Zhao Hu and the others finally rushed over with their troops. They brought about 20 people, and they also brought Wen Feng, who was guarding the house at the detective agency, Wen Feng. After seeing Hua Lang, Feng said excitedly, "Brother Hua... didn't come back all...one night, Wen Feng...was worried, so he went to the state government office."

Wen Feng was still not fluent in speaking, especially some uncommon words. After Hua Lang understood it, he smiled and asked Zhang Long, Zhao Hu and the others: "Did you find anything under the mountain?"

Zhao Hu shook his head: "We searched under the mountain when we came, but we found nothing, not even a corpse."

At this time, Hwarang continued to ask: "How about the investigation of Murong Qing and Chang Shou?"

Zhao Hu nodded: "I have investigated everything. Chang Shou does live in a small village not far from here. He is a hunter here and has an old mother in his family. Murong Qing's family is not bad, and he has a lot of real estate in Duanzhou City."

Seeing that there was nothing suspicious about these people, Hwarang fell into deep thought, because he felt that the murderer must be someone from the temple, so after he killed someone, where would he hide the body?

If you don't hide it, will it destroy the corpse, burn it with a fire, or chop it up and mix it with other things?

This is extremely possible. Putting the dead body under the pot in the kitchen keeps decreasing. It can be burned into a pile of dust, and it is even more possible to mix it with other things. Hwarang knows Bao Zheng well. , when he was the prefect of Kaifeng, he handled a black basin case. In that case, someone murdered for money and mixed the corpse into the black basin. Of course, Bao Zheng is still just a small governor of Duanzhou. It is still some time before the Wupen case, but this shows that it is entirely possible for the murderer to treat the corpse in this way and turn the corpse into something else.

When Hualang was thinking about the case, Zhang Long said to Yin Wucuo and the others: "Nowadays, in Duanzhou City, everyone is singing Brother Hua's Partridge Sky!"

Even though Yin Wucuo didn't know much about poetry, he had attended a private school, so he knew that Partridge Sky was the name of a poem, but he never remembered that Hua Lang had done such a poem, so he asked, "Partridge Sky?"

Zhang Long nodded again and again: "That's right, that's right, it's the song written by Big Brother Hua at the Chrysanthemum Villa's lyric meeting on the Double Ninth Festival yesterday."

Yin Wucuo just glanced at Hualang's poem yesterday, his memory is not very good, so he only remembered the first sentence, but he forgot all the rest, so he asked Said: "How do people in Duanzhou City spread the song?"

Zhang Long smiled awkwardly: "Brother Yin, don't make fun of me. I'm a rough person. I don't even remember what songs I can sing there. I only listened to the singers from Duanzhou."

But Gongsun Ce remembered that word, so he chanted:

Nine days of sorrow and autumn can't reach my heart.Fengcheng Geguan has new sounds.The phoenix withers and the blue willows have light brows, while the dew-stained yellow flowers have deep smiles.

Seeing the geese for the first time, I have heard the anvil.Qi Luo Cong Li Sheng boarded.It is necessary to teach the moon households to be slender and jade, and to hold the rosy clouds and the gold.

After listening to Gongsun Ce's chanting, everyone felt that the word was really good, but they always felt that it was weird. At this time, Hua Wan'er said, "This word doesn't seem to be very relevant to the Double Ninth Festival!"

Hearing Hua Wan'er's words, Wen Meng quickly asked: "It's irrelevant there, aren't these also Double Ninth Festival?"

Hua Wan'er smiled, and said: "Sister Wen, this is indeed about the Double Ninth Festival, that's right, it's just that on the Double Ninth Festival everyone enjoys chrysanthemums, climbs high to reminisce about the past, and plants dogwood all over the place. These are all somewhat sad, but my brother's song As for Partridge, he said that when the willow leaves fell, his brows faded, and when the chrysanthemums bloomed, their smiles deepened, and he wrote about the singing, dancing, drinking and feasting very happily, where is there such a Double Ninth Festival?"

After listening to Hua Wan'er's words, Wen Meng also felt that the partridge sky was a bit out of tune. How could she write such a song and dance song for the Double Ninth Festival? She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She thought Hua Lang would write A stunning poem for those scholars to see, but it's a pity to write another poem that doesn't fit the title.

Thinking about this, Wen Meng felt something was wrong again. Since this partridge is irrelevant, why did those singers sing it? Could it be that as long as it was written by Hua Lang, those brothel girls would love it?

Wen Meng's face became more and more ugly, because she suddenly felt a strong pressure, Hwarang is so good, there must be many women who like him!

After listening to Hua Wan'er's words, Gongsun Ce shook his head with a smile, and said, "You only read the surface of this poem, you didn't analyze it in depth!"

Hua Wan'er was puzzled, and said: "Master, isn't this poem about the joy of the Double Ninth Festival?"

Gongsun Ce smiled slightly, and said: "Brother Hua is so smart, how could he write such fun words on the Double Ninth Festival? He just used this word to satirize those scholar scholars who write words for fun and to save face. Forget it, let’s take the first sentence of September’s sorrowful autumn as an example, why these people don’t have a little sorrowful autumn in their hearts in September, because these scholars are thinking about gaining some fame on days like the Double Ninth Festival, Fame and fortune follow, who would still be sad and nostalgic for the past?"

Now that the partridge sky was explained by Gongsun Ce, everyone suddenly realized it, and after they suddenly realized it, they admired Hualang's accomplishments in ci even more.

Hua Lang could hear what everyone said, but although he could hear it, he didn't make any excuses. This partridge sky was written by Yan Jidao. At Chongyang, the traitor Cai Jing sent someone to ask Yan Jidao to fill in the new words. Yan Jidao Promise, done overnight, the whole word does not have a trace of sad autumn, but it is actually a great irony to Cai Jing. Others are sad in the Double Ninth Festival because of unsatisfactory life. into his heart?

It is very appropriate to use this poem to satirize those scholars who are chasing fame, and although Yan Jidao is relatively close to this era, after all, it is still a few decades away. Someone felt something.

Thinking of this, and hearing what Yin Wucuo and the others said, Hwarang couldn't help but smile faintly.