Da Song Private Investigator

The wind at the entrance of Qingjie is very refreshing, and there are people coming and going in Qingjie, and women's murmurs can be faintly heard.

Hua Lang smiled awkwardly, and said: "I came here unintentionally, Master Yan wants it?" enough.

Yan Shu didn't take it seriously, as if at his age, visiting brothels was nothing.He smiled and said: "In a few days, it will be the Qixi Festival. There will be an oiran competition here in Qingjie. On the day of Qixi Festival, all the women in the brothels in Qingjie will perform. I will be together with Qingjie. The bustards in the brothel are very familiar, so they thought about cheering the girls there, this is also a great event for us literati, you must come that day!"

After listening to Yan Shu's words, Hwarang agreed again and again, and then Yan Shu took his friends into Qingjie. Hwarang took a deep breath and felt that it was rare for ancient people to be as romantic as Yan Shu.

Hwarang shrugged and smiled, then turned and left, but just as Hwarang turned around, a man reeking of alcohol staggered into Hwarang's body, and the man bumped into someone, but he didn't apologize , raised the jug and poured some more wine into his mouth, and then he was about to enter the green street. Seeing that the man was so rude, Yin Wucuo wanted to go up to him and teach him a lesson, but at this moment, Hwarang suddenly He grabbed him and said, "Don't argue with the drunkard, let's go!"

Now that Hualang opened his mouth, Yin Wucuo had no choice but to give up.

After the group left Qingjie, Hua Lang couldn't help thinking of the drunk man who bumped into him just now. The man was dressed in rags and looked extremely downcast, but there was an indescribable sense of loneliness in his expression, and the feeling of loneliness In it, there is another kind of indescribable arrogance.

After thinking like this for a while, Hwarang felt that he was really sick, and the person who bumped into him was just a drunkard, did he need to think about it?Now I'm tired after shopping for a long time, so let's go back and rest.

But she said that after everyone went back, they went back to rest, but Wen Meng quietly carried everyone to the woodshed. She rummaged in the woodshed, and finally let out a joy, and said to herself: "Haha, finally Found it!" As she said, Wen Meng took out a small box from her body, and grabbed the spider on it, but after she grabbed the spider in, she shook her head again, staring at the spider lying on the ground just now. looked up.

After looking at it like this for a long time, he released the spider from the box again, and said, "You can't weave a circle, so I can't have you, or I won't be dexterous."

Ye Ji was on her body, the moon was waning tonight, the sky was full of stars, and the wind was blowing a bit of freshness, but Wen Meng's heart was full of anticipation. She was looking forward to the spider she caught today would grow round.

The next day was sunny, and the sunshine made people feel indescribably refreshed.

After Hwarang got up, he decided to go and see Bao Zheng. After all, since the incident in Jinling ended, they had rarely been together. Of course, Hwarang had time, but Bao Zheng didn't. Supervising the censor, busy in and out every day, running around, it is difficult for them to meet.

It's just that when Hwarang was about to go out, there was a knock on the door at home. Hwarang opened the door, a little surprised, because the drunkard who bumped into him yesterday was standing outside the door, but today this person didn't drink, and he looked relatively Sober up, Hwarang looked at him and thought, does he want to apologize to himself?

But yesterday he just bumped himself. Is it necessary to apologize?

The person in front of him was also a little surprised when he saw Hwarang, as if he didn't expect to see Hwarang here, and when Hwarang saw the surprised expression of the person in front of him, he knew that this person did not come to apologize .

The person in front of him looked at Hwarang and asked in surprise, "Are you... Hwarang?"

Hwarang nodded, then cupped his hands and said, "I'm Hwarang, I don't know what to call your Excellency?" Hwarang used the word "Your Excellency" because he felt that the person in front of him was not an ordinary person, and he thought it would be better to show some respect. .

The man didn't give up his hands, he habitually grabbed his waist, but there was nothing when he grabbed it. Then he remembered that he didn't bring a flagon today. He looked quite embarrassed, and said quickly: "Under Liu Yong , known as Liu Sanbian, I came to see you today...to ask for something."

When he heard that the person in front of him was Liu Yongliu Sanbian, Hwarang's eyes widened immediately. He couldn't believe that the person who bumped into him yesterday was Liu Yongliu Sanbian whom he had always wanted to see, and today he had something to ask for. Own.

Of course, Hwarang can also tell that Liu Yong is not a person who likes to ask for help, otherwise he would not stutter when he asked for something.

But this is not important to Hwarang, the important thing is that he finally got a chance to know Liu Yong, but Hwarang didn't want to show it too obviously, after he made a gesture of invitation, he said: "Please go inside and talk. Bar!"

After the two entered the living room, Hwarang introduced Liu Yong to Wen Meng and the others. Wen Meng also read a lot of poems during this time, so when she heard that the person in front of her was Liu Yong, she was quite surprised , because she never imagined that the person who made such poems as the belt gradually widens and never regrets, and makes people haggard because of Yixiao, would be so downcast.

After everyone sat down, Hua Lang looked at Liu Yong and said, "I have heard of Brother Liu's poems a long time ago, and I admire them very much, but I don't know why Brother Liu came to my detective agency today?"

Liu Yong's expression was still gloomy. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said: "You must have known about the oiran contest held in Qing Street on the evening of Qixi Festival, right?"

Hwarang nodded: "I do know about this, but..." Hwarang stopped at this point, because he thought Liu Yong was looking for support for a certain girl, so he came to him.

Of course, it is very reasonable for Hwarang to think this way. After all, Liu Yong has been living in a very difficult life since he was ordered by the emperor to write lyrics. All the necessities of life are provided by prostitutes in brothels. It is natural for Hongyan to come here to seek support.

But soon, Hwarang shook his head and thought it was impossible, Liu Yong is so proud, why would he come here to ask for help because of a false name?If he wasn't proud, how could he have uttered the name of "forbearance" and sang such sentences in a low voice instead?

Sure enough, when Hua Lang paused for a while, Liu Yong quickly said: "That's right, what I'm here to ask for is related to the murder that happened in Qingjie a year ago."