Da Song Private Investigator

There are huge crowds of people on the street, but it doesn't make people feel bored.

Hwarang and Bao Zheng walked around in the crowd, rubbing shoulders with people from time to time, and at this moment, bursts of cheers came from the whole street, everyone looked up and saw that place on the street, Suddenly, a group of beautiful women came. After these women came to the street, they laughed endlessly. When they saw beautiful accessories, they bought them without hesitation.

Seeing so many women rushing into the street suddenly, Bao Zheng was a little surprised, and said, "Why are there so many women suddenly?"

Hwarang took a closer look at them, and found that those women were very charming, and some of them seemed to be very familiar. After another look, he found that they were those from Qingjie.

And at this time, Bao Zheng had already seen the identities of the people, and when Bao Zheng saw the identities of those women, he suddenly said angrily: "These prostitutes are openly scratching their heads and posing in the street, how decent they are, it's really degrading. "

Seeing that Bao Zheng was so angry, Hua Lang quickly laughed and said, "Brother Bao, why is this so? Those prostitutes are also human beings, and they have the right to enjoy the happiness of the Lantern Festival. Let's just play with us, and they play with them. Let's go! "

Although Bao Zheng was unhappy, he also felt that Hua Lang's words were justified.

It's just that when they were having fun, a yamen servant hurried to Bao Zheng and whispered something in Bao Zheng's ear. Hastily followed the yamen servant and left the busy street.

Hua Lang and Wen Meng saw that Bao Zheng was in such a hurry, they knew something big happened, but even though something happened, why didn't he even say a word?

After being puzzled for a while, Hua Lang gave a wry smile: "Everyone, keep playing. Don't let Brother Bao's matter affect our mood. As for Brother Bao's matter, we will go and ask tomorrow."

In the lively atmosphere around, everyone naturally wants to continue playing.

But they said that everyone went to a place and found a small stall, surrounded by people, and a woman was particularly eye-catching. After seeing it, Hwarang smiled slightly and said, "It seems to be guessing lantern riddles there. Go and have a look!" Saying that, he dragged the crowd away.

It was indeed guessing lantern riddles, and there would be rewards for guessing the riddles. At this time, the person who told the lantern riddles just said one.

The people standing around bowed their heads and murmured, trying to figure out who the poet was talking about. Hwarang stood aside, only smiled faintly, but didn't answer, just looked at the crowd, and when he looked, he immediately Seeing the graceful woman in the crowd, Hwarang only saw one profile at this time, and saw that woman's cheeks were fair and creamy, her brows were as light as willow leaves, her eyes were piercing, giving people a sense of indelicacy.

But at this time, the woman's red lips parted slightly, and said, "Wang Changling!"

When the woman said this, the person who told the lantern riddles immediately laughed and said: "Congratulations Miss Liu Rumei, you have guessed three times in a row, you are indeed a talented woman!"

Liu Rumei smiled faintly, took the gift she deserved, turned around and left with the maid.

And after Liu Rumei left, those who guessed the lantern riddles started talking about it, Hualang listened to it for a while, and he could tell a little bit, it turned out that Liu Rumei was the girl who dared to enter the Hongxiang Building in Qingjie, and she came here specially to play tonight .

After listening to this for a while, the person who told the lantern riddle said another one. The riddle was Confucius climbing a mountain and guessing a word.

When everyone was thinking, Wen Meng pushed Hwarang and said, "Do you know?"

Hwarang smiled: "It's a Yue character!"

After hearing Hualang's answer, the person who told the lantern riddles laughed happily and said, "This young master is right, it is indeed a word for Yue, Confucius' name is Qiu, and Confucius climbed a mountain, isn't that the word for Yue!"

With such an explanation, the people around felt that the riddle was so easy, and they all complained why they didn't think of it just now.

After Wen Meng received the small gift, he dragged Hwarang to other places to play. After walking like this, he came to the Lantern Festival CI held by scholars and scholars in the capital.

At this time, these scholars and scholars showed their talents one after another, presenting their ci works to gain fame. Occasionally, some good ci could attract applause and admiration from the surroundings.

Although Hwarang doesn't know how to compose lyrics, he likes to appreciate them very much, so he just stood aside and listened, but didn't say a word. After several times of composing, Wen Meng looked at Hwarang and asked: "Aren't you going to compose one?"

Hwarang shrugged: "I don't like this kind of excitement, forget it!"

Just as he was speaking, he saw bursts of praise bursting out from the speech meeting, Hua Lang and Wen Meng hurried to look, and saw that it was Liu Yong who had written a poem, and he was receiving everyone's praise at this time.

Liu Yong clasped his hands in the crowd, showing no sense of modesty, but when he turned around, he happened to see Hua Lang, so he strolled over and said, "Brother Hua, let's compose a song!"

When Liu Yong mentioned this, other people who knew Hwarang asked Hwarang to compose a song. At this time, Wen Meng also encouraged Hwarang one after another. Hwarang was very helpless and had to nod in agreement.

So he happily chanted:

Dongfeng night puts flowers and trees.It blows down and the stars are like rain.BMW engraved cars on the road.The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and the fish and dragon danced overnight.

Moer snow willow golden strands.The smile was filled with fragrance.People look for him thousands of Baidu.Suddenly looking back, the person was there, dimly lit.

As soon as the chanting was over, the originally very lively Cihui suddenly quieted down, followed by more enthusiastic praise than before, Liu Yong was even more admiring, and couldn't help but praise it.

Hwarang expressed his humility again and again, but he thought in his heart that Xin Qiji's "Sapphire Case" can be said to be the best poem about the Lantern Festival since ancient times. Woolen cloth?

When Hwarang thought this way, Liu Yong praised: "Dongfeng puts flowers and thousands of trees at night. It blows more and falls, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are fragrant all over the road. The sound of the phoenix flute is moving, the light of the jade pot is turning, and the fish will be fished overnight." Dragon dance, just a few sentences, described the lively scene of the Shangyuan Festival to the fullest, but what is even better is not the upper column, but the lower column. The crowd looked for him thousands of times. Looking back, the man was in the , In a dimly lit place, just this single sentence can shine in the Ci world, but who is that person?"

As Liu Yong said, he glanced at Hwarang, and at this moment, Hwarang was looking at a place not far away, where there was a graceful woman who was chatting and laughing with his companion, she looked very handsome, In such a busy city, it is like a heavenly being.

Liu Yong looked at everything in front of him and smiled knowingly.