Da Song Private Investigator

After everyone finished discussing the case in the government office, it was already evening that day.

In the evening, a slight wind blew up, and the entire capital city felt faintly cool.

Hwarang glanced at the sky, only to see dark clouds covering the city, it might be raining.

There was nothing more to investigate, so they had to go back to rest first.

Silent all night.

After everyone got up the next day, the clouds became lower, but it still didn't rain.

It seems that Qingjie has already gotten used to the gloomy weather of Qixi Festival, so even if the weather is gloomy, they still built three or four stages in the center of Qingjie, and placed stools around the stage, and the attics on both sides of the stage The observation deck is also full of tables and chairs, but not everyone can sit on the tables and chairs here.

After such a busy day, everything has been prepared, and the next thing they have to do is to wait for the evening to come.

Qingjie is very lively, busier than ever before. The girls in Qingjie brothels inquire about each other's news, hear what programs the other party is going to perform, secretly compare and so on.

After such a busy day, night finally came.

In the evening, Wen Meng couldn't wait to go to Qingjie, because she knew that Qingjie would be very lively tonight, and she would see many good shows.

So after dinner, everyone hurried to Qingjie.

On the way, the streets of the capital city were full of pedestrians, and there were lights everywhere, illuminating the capital city like daytime.

Hwarang looked up at the sky and found that there was no moon tonight, not even stars, and the dark clouds lingered. Hwarang seemed to have an ominous premonition in his heart. In such weather, there really shouldn't be any competitions.

After turning around a few streets, they finally came to Qingjie. At this time, Qingjie was more lively than any other place in the capital. After Hualang and others walked into Qingjie, they saw Yan Shu with his All the friends greeted them, and after seeing Hualang, Yan Shu smiled and said, "Hualang, you are famous far and wide, are you going to write lyrics for that girl tonight?"

Hua Lang smiled modestly, and said: "In front of Mrs. Yan, my talent is nothing, but because I have promised Lady Baihua, I must write a poem for her tonight."

After hearing this, Yan Shu laughed, and said, "Miss Baihua was the oiran last year, and you writing lyrics for her is really the icing on the cake." Yan Shu laughed again, without any fear.

At this time, Hua Lang asked: "Master Yan is going to write lyrics for that girl. With Master Yan's influence, as long as the girl you support, I am afraid it will be difficult not to be the oiran!"

This sentence was a bit flattering. After listening to it, Yan Shu was very helpful, but he still said with a smile: "The world is unpredictable. Everything depends on the fate of those girls. I wrote lyrics for them. It is just a normal relationship. , It’s a bit unreasonable not to do it.”

After the two chatted for a few words, Yan Shu took his friends to other places, while Hua Lang continued to walk in. When they reached the gate of Fengyue Tower, Honggu, the old bustard in Fengyue Tower, came out in a hurry , said: "Young man, a seat has been reserved for you on the second floor, why don't you stay here tonight and do the first canvassing for our girl Linlin?"

Hearing Hong Gu's words, Hua Lang was a little surprised, and quickly asked, "Miss Lin Lin is going to represent your Fengyue Tower in the oiran competition?"

Honggu, the old bustard of Fengyuelou, nodded: "Yes, Miss Mofeng is dead. We at Fengyuelou count Miss Linlin as qualified now. If we don't let her go, who will go? It would be better if there was a murder!"

Hua Lang frowned slightly, feeling uneasy, and at this moment, Hong Gu, the bustard of Fengyue Tower, asked: "Hua Gongzi, why don't you go upstairs with me?"

Hwarang was a little helpless, and said: "No need tonight, I have already promised others." After finishing speaking, Hwarang led the people away from Fengyuelou, leaving Fengyuelou's old bustard, Honggu, sighing and calling for fate. ill-fated.

After walking through several stages, Hwarang and the others finally came to the front of the Hongxiang Tower. At this time, the Hongxiang Tower was very lively, and the benefactors who came here to admire Lady Baihua almost formed a long line, and the old bustard of the Hongxiang Tower saw After Hwarang, he quickly greeted him and led Hwarang and others to the observation deck on the second floor.

Sitting on the observation deck, you can have a panoramic view of the whole Qingjie Street, the bustling crowd, the lights on the stage, everything is swaying like that, standing on a high place, Hwarang smiled knowingly.

But at this time, a voice suddenly came from behind, Hua Lang turned around, and saw Lady Bai Hua coming.

Tonight's Lady Baihua was dressed in a gorgeous dress, she looked very Yong Ronghua, so stunning that people dare not look directly at her, but after she came, she first saluted Hua Lang, and then said with a smile: "Young Master Hua is really trustworthy, so It's already here."

Hua Lang smiled awkwardly, and said: "Since I promised you, Miss Bai Hua, I naturally want to join in the fun."

When Hwarang said this, Wen Meng muttered to himself, but everyone's eyes were on Lady Baihua at this time, so they didn't notice Wen Meng's dissatisfaction.

Lady Baihua said these few words to Hua Lang, and then she went back to the house to go, but at this time, Hua Lang inadvertently glanced downstairs, and saw Liu Yong leading Chen Shishi and Xie Yuying away. Come, they seem to have found Hwarang, waved to Hwarang again and again, Hwarang saw this, waved to Liu Yong and the others, and then Liu Yong led the two of them into the Hongxiang Tower.

Seeing that it was Liu Yong, the bustard of the Hongxiang Building hurried forward and said, "Young Master Liu, please write a poem for Mrs. Baihua tonight. As long as Young Master Liu is willing to write a poem, we will definitely thank you."

Liu Yong only smiled at the old bustard's request, and then walked towards Hua Lang, the old bustard felt very bored seeing Liu Yong like this, and then went straight downstairs.

But Liu Yong said after seeing Hwarang, "It's really unpleasant to be troubled by a murder case for such a grand event."

Hwarang also feels the same, but the murder has already happened, and no one can do anything about it.

After chatting for a while at the observation deck of the Hongxiang Tower, Liu Yong took Chen Shishi and Xie Yuying to the observation deck of the Yuanxiao Tower. After all, Liu Yong was here to write lyrics for Miss Xiaoxiao.

More and more people came to Qingjie, and it became more and more lively and noisy. Hualang glanced at the people on Qingjie, and his anxiety became more and more serious. His instinct told himself that something would happen here tonight. , and the murderer is among these people.

A gust of wind blows and wakes up Hwarang's meditation, and Hwarang can't help but sigh.