Da Song Private Investigator

Chapter 603 It's cool to wear clothes first.

The next day was fine, and because of playing too long last night, Hwarang and Wen Meng woke up very late.

After waking up, several people hurriedly ate breakfast, and hurried to Shen Garden again.

The reason for this rush is because Wen Meng still feels strange about what happened last night. She faintly felt that a homicide was going to happen in Shen Yuan, and when everyone heard her remarks, they couldn't help laughing that she was not a detective, but instead There was a sense of detective coming.

Wen Meng didn't care about these words, and she also used the example of the murder of an old monk they solved in a temple last time, saying that Bao Zheng was not a detective, he could have a hunch, why couldn't she?

Everyone couldn't say enough about Wen Meng, so they stopped talking and had to follow her to Shen Yuan.

When they came to the Shen Garden, there were already many people inside, but today most of the flowers in the Shen Garden have already bloomed, and the prosperity is not as good as yesterday, but this did not affect the interest of the tourists, they are still here Have fun here.

Playing like this until around noon, some people left after playing tired, and some people just came, so the visitors in Shen Garden have never been less, and at this time, when everyone is very interested in playing, A handsome man came out from Shen Ling's attic. The man was about 30 years old. He was really charming. , when I came back last night, my wife told me that some tourists wanted to stay here at night. Of course, I was very angry after hearing this. After all, it is beyond my bottom line to let everyone enjoy Shenyuan during the day. Let people come to disturb our rest at night, but I have always loved my wife, so there is not much else, and my wife discussed with me, how many people can stay here tonight, but there is only one condition, my wife and I are both students. People always like to make friends through writing, so whoever writes the best words today can stay here tonight and enjoy the night view."

As soon as Sun Jing said this, everyone was in an uproar. Many people wanted to enjoy the night view a long time ago, but they had no chance in the past. Now the owner here has provided them with an opportunity. They don't want to miss it. It's just that after everyone was excited, But I was a little bit disappointed, after all, most of the people who came here were merchants, or nearby people. There were not many scholars and scholars among them. Those merchants and nearby people could not write poems.

When excitement and disappointment strike, people can't help but sigh, but when everyone is sighing, Wen Meng is extremely excited, she looks at Hwarang, and said: "Finally, I can enjoy the night view here swaggeringly. "

Hua Lang smiled lightly, and said: "The owner of Shen Yuan has not been decided yet, Miss Wen, you are too happy."

Wen Meng didn't take it seriously, and said: "Didn't Sun Jing just say that whoever's words are good will be kept, and your words are better than anyone in Duanzhou City?"

Hwarang shook his head and smiled, then went to listen to Sun Kyung's remaining words.

"Now is the season of late summer and early autumn, so there are two themes for everyone to choose from, either summer or autumn. Please don't be stingy with your pen and ink. Of course, if someone doesn't want to be here at night Staying here, please don't block the interest of others, well, I will give you half a stick of incense time to think, if you think about it, please come and offer a speech."

After Sun Jing finished speaking, he asked his servants to bring the table, as well as pens, inks, papers and inkstones. The table was placed among the flowers. At this moment, it seemed quite artistic. After the table was placed, Wen Meng hurriedly urged Said: "Hurry up and be the leader, so that we can enjoy the night scene tonight."

Seeing that Wen Meng was in such a hurry, Hua Lang smiled and said: "Miss Wen, what you need to write lyrics is inspiration, I can figure it out in a short while, don't worry, wait for others!"

Hwarang said this, but someone from other places had already stepped forward to write lyrics. After the person finished writing, he didn't sign it and walked straight down. Sun Jing didn't read it, but just asked someone to write it. More than a dozen people went up, and after half a stick of incense was burned, Hua Lang stepped forward and wrote a poem.

When no one came forward to write, Sun Jing asked people to read out the poems one by one, and then looked at everyone and asked: "Sometimes the poems are good or bad depends on personal preference, so whose poems are the best today, my wife and I No criticism, please speak out.”

Once the poem was read out, it was easy to tell the good from the bad. After such a clamor, "Qing Ping Le" stood out.

Its words are as follows:

Autumn candlelight.The curtain gives birth to autumn.The dew leaves are startled by the wind and the magpies fall.Darkly falling Qinglin Hongzi.

The sound of micro-movement breaks the corridor.The smoked stove quilt is replaced with incense.When the candle is extinguished, the bright moon is extended, and when the clothes are wrapped, it is timid and cool.

This is a poem about autumn. The upper column is about morning tranquility, and the lower column is about autumn moon. The whole word is detailed and easy to read. It makes people feel that there is an indescribable meaning in it. Sun Jing saw that everyone respected this Qingpingle so much , So he cupped his hands and asked: "I don't know who wrote this "Qing Ping Le"?"

After Sun Jing finished asking, Wen Meng quickly shouted: "Here, here!"

Sun Jing nodded slightly, and said: "Since this Qingpingle is written by this young master, please invite this young master and his friends to stay tonight, but it is really difficult to distinguish the high and low of the poems, so if someone I feel that among the remaining poems, there are still some good ones, please speak out, our Shen Yuan can still satisfy him to enjoy the night view here."

So the crowd shouted again, and another poem was selected, which was Partridge Sky, which was about Xia Jing. Although the words and artistic conception were not as good as the Qingpingle written by Hua Lang just now, it was different from other poems. Compared to those words, it is still very good.

After the last discussion, there are Hualang Wenmeng and others who can stay to enjoy the night view at night, and Ke Wu, the scholar who wrote the partridge sky. There are about six people. In the end, Sun Jing asked his servants to prepare five rooms for them. room, because Wen Meng and Hwarang want to live in one room.

After such an agreement, Sun Jing went back to the house, and at this time it was still early in the evening, everyone continued to visit the garden. Of course, if they visited the garden at this time, there would be more topics, such as talking about Qingpingle just now.

Ke Wu seemed to like Hwarang's Qing Pingle very much, so after the crowd dispersed, he hurried forward and said: "The dew leaves are stunned by the wind and the magpies fall. Darkly fall the green forest red son. Your word will make the fallen leaves fall." The Flying Autumn Scenery was written so well, I really admire it, I wonder what your Excellency should call it?"

Hwarang smiled slightly, cupped his hands and said, "Hwarang, brother Ke is too much, if brother Ke is fine, you might as well enjoy the scenery again." Hwarang deliberately avoided discussing poetry with Ke Wu.