Da Song Private Investigator

Miss Qingshuang's room is very elegant, exuding a faint fragrance.

After asking everyone to sit down, she sat down by the bed herself, and then looked at everyone with a sad face: "Young Master, if you want to ask, just ask, I have always admired Young Master Hua."

Miss Qingshuang's last words were so charming that Hwarang's heart skipped a beat.

But soon, Hwarang regained his composure, and asked, "When did Lu Lujin leave last night?"

"He left around Haishi. When he left, Honggu came up and asked me why Lu Shangjin went back so early."

After Qingshuang finished speaking, everyone felt that Honggu's question was worthy of scrutiny, so at this time, Hualang asked quickly, "How did you answer?"

"I..." Miss Qingshuang hesitated for a while, and then she replied after a long time: "After Lu Shangjin and I entered the room, he talked with me about poetry, calligraphy and painting. After chatting like this for a while, he suddenly started to touch me. Yes, I usually only sell my art but not my body, but if the price offered by the benefactor is high, I will also sell my body, so I let him touch me around at that time, but after he touched me like this, he always If it’s not possible, I was curious, and reached out to touch his...his place, but found that it was soft, and there was no reaction at all. Seeing that I had seen through his shortcomings, Lu Lujin blushed immediately, and begged me Don't tell this matter, I'm a woman in a brothel, I dare to tell this kind of thing, so I agreed to him, he saw me agree, and left in a hurry. "

After Miss Qingshuang finished saying this, her face also turned red with embarrassment. After hearing this, everyone understood why Lu Shangjin had left so early. A man like him really asked for trouble when he came to the brothel.

But if that was the case, how could he be killed?

"Did Lu Shangjin tell you anything else?"

Miss Qingshuang shook her head: "That's not the case at all. He's just a benefactor. He came here to save face and enjoy himself. Why would he talk to me about other things? Playboys think too highly of us prostitutes."

Prostitutes are just playthings for men to relieve their loneliness. Not many men really regard them as noble. Although sometimes, men will spend a lot of money on them, but this does not mean that their status has improved.

It can be seen from the words of the men who can't eat grapes. When they left last night, Hwarang and the others heard it clearly. Many people were cursing Miss Qingshuang for being a bunny with thousands of people riding on tens of thousands of pillows. Therefore, prostitutes really don't get respect.

Everyone couldn't help feeling sad for Miss Qingshuang's identity.

But soon, Hwarang still focused on the murder case. He looked at Miss Qingshuang and continued to ask: "After Lu Shangjin left the brothel yesterday, did Miss Qingshuang leave?"

"Leave?" Miss Qingshuang was a little surprised, and then suddenly raised her voice and asked, "Could it be that Mr. Hua suspects that I killed Lu Shangjin?"

Hwarang was a little embarrassed, and quickly explained: "I just want to ask you a little bit more clearly. If you have never left, I can just clear up your grievances, can't I?"

What Hua Lang said was not unreasonable, and Miss Qingshuang nodded slightly after understanding: "After Lu Shangjin left, I never left Fengyue Tower. It was already so late at that time, and there were many guests downstairs. If I leave, They must have seen it."

If Fengyuelou wants to be quiet, it may be very difficult if it is not a child, so it is not easy for Miss Qingshuang to leave Fengyuelou quietly, not to mention that she is so beautiful, as long as she appears, the glory of the entire Fengyuelou will be robbed by her How could she leave Fengyue Tower quietly?

Hwarang felt that he was thinking too much, so he decided to get up and leave.

But at this time, Miss Qingshuang suddenly asked: "Can Mr. Hua have a way to clear up my grievances?"

Hwarang smiled faintly: "Now no one doubts that Miss Qingshuang is the murderer, so where is your grievance? It's all just Miss Qingshuang, you think too much."

Hearing Hwarang's words, Miss Qingshuang couldn't help but smile, and thanked her again and again.

However, after Hualang and others left Miss Qingshuang's room, Gu Hong hurriedly greeted her and asked, "Master Hua, is there a way to restore Miss Qingshuang's reputation?"

Hwarang shrugged: "I'm afraid this will have to wait until the real murderer is caught!"

Hearing what Hua Lang said, Hong Gu was a little disappointed, but she didn't stop there, but said hastily: "Hua Gongzi, you are famous far and wide, if you are willing to compose a song for my Miss Qingshuang, it will definitely eliminate everyone's suspicion of my family. Miss Qingshuang's misunderstanding, please don't be stingy with writing, please save my Fengyuelou!"

This kind of thing is really embarrassing for Hua Lang, Hua Lang touched the bridge of his nose and said, "This... I'm afraid this is a little inappropriate?"

"If there's anything inappropriate, please save my Fengyuelou, Mr. Playboy. If you can restore the reputation of my Qingshuang girl, I will be very grateful!"

Hwarang wasn't really looking forward to Honggu's so-called thank you, but now that the murder case has no clue, it's kind of bad for Miss Qingshuang to bear the infamy and everyone's doubts like this. After thinking about it, Hwarang nodded: " That being the case, I will make one.”

When everyone heard that Hwarang was finally willing to compose lyrics, they couldn't help but concentrate. After all, Hwarang was amazing every time he made a move. This time, in order to save Miss Qingshuang's reputation, they don't know what kind of lyrics they will come up with!

Hwarang pondered for a moment, then chanted:

When you go to the window in the cold weather, the phoenix tree should hate the frost at night.Jiulan is more fond of group tea bitterness, and dreams are better than Ruinaoxiang.

Autumn is over, the days are still long, and Zhongxuan Huaiyuan is even more bleak.It's better to be drunk with Fenzun, and don't bear Dongli Juruihuang.

This is a poem "Partridge Sky" written by Li Qingzhao. It expresses the infinite melancholy in the poet's heart through the description of drunkenness, phoenix trees, and some autumn scenery. It is very appropriate to use this poem to express Miss Qingshuang's state of mind at this time. .

Moreover, this time the artistic conception is far-reaching, and the words are slightly graceful, which is very beautiful and can be called a masterpiece.

After Hua Lang finished singing like this, Hong Gu applauded again and again, and said: "With Mr. Hua, this is partridge sky. I, Fengyue Tower, can be saved. I... I, Hong Gu, thank you Mr. Hua here."

Hwarang repeatedly expressed his modesty, and then said that there are still many things unclear about the murder case, so he said goodbye.

After Hwarang left, Honggu immediately asked someone to sing the partridge that Hwarang sang just now, and publicized it in Qingjie, thinking that through Hwarang's poem, everyone's perception of Qingshuang could be changed. view.