Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 498 Peach and plum are so charming before the wind.

The spring is bright and beautiful, and the guests who come here are bustling. Those who understand the words applaud, and those who don't understand also applaud.

After Nangong Qiong finished singing, Wen Yanbo looked at Bao Zheng and said, "Why, the second place in the palace examination is not just for bragging, his ci is good. In the palace examination, the emperor asked him to write the lyric in class. Most of the other people wrote it before. But he did it right in front of the hall, the emperor appreciates it very much!"

Bao Zheng promised again and again, saying: "Yes, yes, there is such a person accompanying Brother Wen to Dali, I think it will not make my Song Dynasty lose face."

Wen Yanbo laughed, and then said: "Can this Hua Lang do it?"

Hearing what Wen Yanbo said, Gongsun Ce who was standing aside quickly laughed and said, "Brother Hua's talent is no worse than Nangong Qiong's, so naturally he can do it."

While discussing here, some of the guests have already encouraged Hwarang to write lyrics, and Hwarang wanted to shirk, but at this time, Nangong Qiong said with a smile: "When I was in the capital, I heard Brother Hua's lyrics, Qin Lou The house prostitutes are competing to sing, Brother Hua is very happy today, you must do it!"

At this time, Nangong Qiong is a bit arrogant. After all, everyone can hear and applaud the words he wrote just now, so if Hualang can't write or is not good, his limelight will be overwhelmed today. Lang's.

Seeing Nangong Qiong like this, Hwa Lang smiled and said, "If that's the case, then I'll make a fool of myself."

The sound of the stream in the distance is faint, the peach blossoms are falling and disappearing with the flowing water, and the willows are fluttering, just like the gracefulness of a woman. Hua Lang glanced at the scene, and then chanted:

The peach and plum wind is more charming, and the willow is more gentle.Call for Shenggelanyou.And don't worry about worrying.

It’s good to take advantage of the spring to enjoy the night, and the rain will rest in spring.Don't accept hasty cups and plates.When he knew it, he supported his head.

This is Xin Qiji's Wuling Spring, now being sung by Hua Lang, it can be said to be both contextual and relevant. When Hua Lang sang it all, those who understand poetry applauded again and again. People looked down on it, so they also applauded.

And Nangong Qiong, who had been standing beside Hualang, was a little surprised, and after a long time, she cupped her hands and said: "Brother Hua's words are really good, no matter the artistic conception or the words, they are absolutely incomparable."

Hualang can still tell the difference between good and bad poems. Now that Nangong Qiong praises him so much, he is also happy, and has a good impression of Nangong Qiong. After all, if a scholar is willing to admit that his poems are not as good as others, then it can also explain this. A person's heart is still okay, at least it is worse than some people who are not very talented but still refuse to admit it.

Nangong Qiong went to the table to drink, while Hua Lang approached Wen Meng to toast to his friends. Bao Zheng laughed and said, "Brother Wen, how about Brother Hua's words?"

Wen Yanbo seemed very surprised, because he thought it was possible for Hwarang to be a detective and solve cases with a flexible mind, but he didn't expect Hwarang to be so good at poetry, which made Nangong Qiong admit defeat.

Clinking cups, the laughter continued.

Long Budi found Miao Yu, Bai Lan and the others, and said with a smile, "Young Master Hua's lyrics today are both contextual and topical. I wonder if the girls have figured out how to compose the music?"

Miaoyu smiled lightly: "Boss Long, don't worry, I've already made up my mind about waiting for my sisters."

Not long after, the melody was finished, Miaoyu sang while playing the piano, and Bai Lan danced beside her, so the beauty of the lyrics, the sound of the piano, the beauty of the singing, and the beauty of the scenery around her all struck at once, and everyone's hearing and vision Even the sense of smell feels comfortable to the extreme.

Hwarang and Wen Meng sat aside and watched, and couldn't help but praise again and again, because they felt that Miaoyu's piano sound and singing voice perfectly interpreted the poem Hwarang just said, expressing a chic and leisurely expression. Incisively and vividly, and Miss Bailan's dance is even more beautiful like flowing clouds and flowing water.

After the song ended, the song ended, and the dance stopped, everyone seemed to be still immersed in the wonderfulness just now, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

When the sun set, the guests had almost left. Many of them were drunk. Bao Zheng, Wen Yanbo, Gongsun Ce and others went back first. How romantic it is for a couple to face each other alone at dusk, and those who are interested should leave early and let them enjoy the world of the two to the fullest.

The setting sun shines on the stream flowers and plants in the outskirts of the city. I don’t know when the wind blew up, and the willow branches on both sides of the stream kept swaying. Everything became quiet. When Wen Meng faced Hwarang alone, she suddenly felt shy. Come on, she didn't even dare to look at Hwarang with her head down, the corolla on her head was still there, at this moment she looked like a fairy who had entered the mortal world.

Hwarang put one hand on Wen Meng's shoulder, hugged her in his arms, and said with a smile, "From now on, you will be my Hwarang's man!"

Wen Meng snuggled into Hwarang's arms and smiled: "Do you still remember the first time we two met? At that time, I didn't pay attention to you at all. I just thought you were a scholar who knew nothing. You need me to save you."

How could Hualang forget the situation when the two first met? At that time, the first time he saw Wen Meng, he felt that he would marry her in this life and give her happiness. Today, he finally got his wish. up.

"Then do you think your husband is still a useless scholar?" Hwarang asked jokingly.

Wen Meng smiled slightly, and said: "It depends on what happened. If you were forced to pay by a few scoundrels like when we first met, you would still be a useless scholar, because you Still can't beat them."

Regarding what Wen Meng said, although Hwarang did not agree with it, it was about the same. His hidden weapon was okay to hit one person, but if it was three or four, others would always be faster than him.

So at this time, Hwarang suddenly touched Wen Meng's head together, and said, "Then with you protecting me now, I'm no longer useless, right?"

Hwarang's words seem to be acting like a baby, and they seem to be contradictory, but Wen Meng didn't say anything. At this time, a man is acting like a baby to you. What can you do? It only shows that he is very dependent on you. He can't live without you.

The evening wind blows, it is as gentle as Wen Meng's breath in the ear, as if she whispered when she was angry, Wen Meng leaned against Hua Lang and asked, "Do you love me?"

This question seems to be a question that all women like to ask, and although there is no need to answer this question, Hwarang still nodded seriously: "Of course I love it, I love it very much."

"How much love do you have? You have written a lot of lyrics for Miaoyu and others in Qingliyuan, and you will also write a few poems for me!" Wen Meng laughed, as if all the previous words were foreshadowing for this sentence .

So I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, and I would like to be a Lianli branch in the earth. I asked what love is in the world, and taught life and death to promise each other. The words of love echoed beside the peach blossoms in the stream.