commoner pretty detective

Chapter 185 Past Events
Hua Luomei suddenly became angry, and suppressed her anger and said: "Does he know that this kind of thing is dangerous? It's fine if you have peerless martial arts, but you are a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, and he has the heart to do it." Putting you in danger." This is what Hua Luomei can't tolerate Gong Ziling the most.

"No," Wu Yan hurriedly defended Gong Ziling, "I wanted it myself, and he actually persuaded me not to handle the case. It's always been my dream to be a detective, alas, I don't know if that's the case."

In the past, being a detective was indeed Wu Yan's biggest dream.I usually listen to my father chatting with his colleagues and talking about how criminals obey the law, which is really satisfying.The detectives in the book are wise and alert, everything is under control, no matter how cunning the criminals are, they can't escape from their grasp, which makes Wu Yan envious.However, now that she has truly become a detective, she suddenly becomes suspicious again, not knowing what she really wants.

Hua Luomei took out the flute, raised it to her lips and played it softly.The sound of the flute is accompanied by the sound of the rain, which seems to be close to the ear, but also seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, making it hard to hear clearly.There is a wind blowing quietly, with the damp breath of rain, and my heart becomes damp.

Hua Luomei finally put down her flute, and sat on the ground side by side with Wu Yan, her eyes passed through the dense rain curtain and fell into the far distance. "Didn't you always want to know my hometown?" Hua Luomei's voice was a little erratic.

"That's right. When I left the Detective's Mansion this morning, I found that the bell of happiness had sprouted."

"It won't be long before it can climb to the top of the tree and bloom."

"At that time, we could sit under the tree and listen to the old stories told by the big tree. No amount of sorrow would be gone." Wu Yan could hear Hua Luomei's sadness, and this time it was her who comforted Hua Luomei.

Hua Luomei smiled wryly, raised her chin forward and said, "My hometown is on the other side of the mountain, but it's not my hometown anymore."

Wu Yan silently calculated the route they had taken when they came here. The south should be right in front of them, and she asked hesitantly, "There are various tribes in the south on the other side of the mountain, isn't it?"

"Yes." Hua Luomei continued, "I am from Nansu. I don't know if you have heard of Nansu, but it no longer exists."

"I know that Nansu Kingdom perished ten years ago." Wu Yan replied cautiously.For some reason, she felt flustered in her heart, as if a catastrophe was imminent.

Hua Luomei's face was very calm, if one didn't pay attention, it would be difficult to find the sadness hidden in that calmness.His voice was very gentle, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with someone else.

"Ten years ago, the Nansu Kingdom fought against the Cangye Dynasty. The Cangye Dynasty sent the prince at that time, who is now the Dingnan Prince Gong Ziling, to lead troops to Biwu, defeated the Nansu Kingdom, and split the Nansu Kingdom into pieces. After this battle, Gong Ziling's prestige has greatly increased, and no one disputes his status as crown prince. But I lost my parents, my home, and everything in this war."

"Your parents, did they die in battle?" Wu Yan asked tentatively.

Hua Luomei nodded heavily: "My real name is not Hua Luomei, but Mei Jiuxiao. My father is the king of Nansu, my mother is the queen, and I am their only son."

(End of this chapter)