After everyone discussed the case at the government office, it was already the evening of the day.

In the evening, the wind picked up slightly, and the whole capital was faintly cool.

Hua Lang glanced at the sky, only to see black clouds pressing down on the city, I am afraid that it is going to rain.

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

Nothing was said all night.

When everyone woke up the next day, the clouds were lower, but it still didn't rain.

Qingjie seems to have been accustomed to the gloomy weather on the day of the Qixi Festival, so even if the weather is gloomy, they still set up three or four stages in the center of Qingjie, and there are stools around the stage, and the attic lookouts on both sides of the stage are also full of tables and chairs, but not everyone can sit on the tables and chairs here.

With everything in place for such a busy day, all they had to do was wait for the evening to come.

Qingjie is very lively, more lively than ever, the girls in the Qinglou in Qingjie inquire about each other's news, listen to what show each other is going to perform, and make any secret comparisons and so on.

After such a busy day, the 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 a lot of good-looking programs.

So after dinner, everyone hurried to Qingjie.

On the way, the streets of the capital are full of pedestrians, and there are lights everywhere, illuminating the capital as if it were daytime.

Hua Lang looked up at the sky and found that there was no moon tonight, not even stars, and the dark clouds did not disperse, and Hua Lang seemed to have an ominous premonition in his heart, and there really should be no competition in such weather.

After turning a few streets, they finally came to Qingjie, at this time Qingjie is more lively than any other place in the capital, Hualang and others walked into Qingjie, they saw Yan Shu with a group of friends to greet him, that Yan Shu saw Hualang, and said with a smile: "Hualang, you are famous, are you going to write lyrics for that girl tonight?" ”

Hua Lang smiled modestly and said, "In front of Lord Yan, my name is nothing, but because I have promised the Hundred Flowers Lady, I have to write a poem for her tonight." ”

After hearing this, Yan Shu smiled and said, "The Hundred Flowers Lady is last year's Oiran, and you wrote lyrics for her, which is really the icing on the cake." Yan Shu said, and smiled again, and laughed without a little fear.

At this time, Hua Lang asked: "Lord Yan wants to write lyrics for that girl, with Lord Yan's influence, as long as it is the girl you support, I'm afraid it will be difficult to think of not being an Oiran!" ”

This sentence is somewhat flattering, Yan Shu was very useful after listening to it, but he still said with a smile: "The world is unpredictable, everything depends on the creation of those girls themselves, I write lyrics for them, but the relationship is very good, and it is a little unreasonable not to do it." ”

After the two sides chatted a few words, Yan Shu took his friends to other places, and Hua Lang continued to walk inside, when they walked to the door of Fengyue Tower, the old bustard Honggu in Fengyue Tower hurriedly greeted him, and said: "Dude, the second floor has already reserved a seat for you, or you will stay here tonight to do the first canvassing for our Linlin girl, right?" ”

Hearing Honggu's words, Hua Lang was a little surprised, and hurriedly asked, "Miss Linlin wants to represent your Fengyue Building to participate in the Oiran competition?" ”

Fengyuelou's old bustard Honggu nodded: "Yes, Miss Mofeng is dead, our Fengyuelou will count Miss Linlin now has this qualification, who will let her go if she doesn't let her go, I, now I just hope that there will be no more life cases!" ”

Hua Lang frowned slightly, and his heart was faintly uneasy, and at this time, the old bustard Honggu of Fengyue Tower asked, "Dude, do you want to go upstairs with me?" ”

Hua Lang was a little helpless and said, "I don't need it tonight, I have promised the others." After speaking, Hua Lang led people out of front of Fengyue Tower, leaving where the old bustard Honggu of Fengyue Tower sighed and called out his fate.

After walking through a few stages, Hualang and they finally came to the front of the Hongxiang Building, at this time the Hongxiang Building was very lively, and the benefactors who came here to admire the Baihua Lady almost lined up in a long line, and the old bustard of the Hongxiang Building saw Hualang, and hurriedly greeted Hualang and others to the lookout on the second floor.

Sitting on the lookout, the entire green street is in full view, those bustling crowds, the lights on the stage, everything is so swaying, standing on a high place, Hua Lang smiled knowingly.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from behind him, and Hua Lang turned around and saw that it was the Hundred Flowers Lady who came over.

Tonight's Hundred Flowers Lady was dressed in a gorgeous costume, which was very Yong Ronghua, and it was so amazing that people didn't dare to look at it directly, and after she came, she first saluted Hualang, and then said with a smile: "The playboy is really trustworthy, and he came so early." ”

Hua Lang smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Since I promised you the Hundred Flowers Lady, I naturally want to come and have a good time." ”

When Hua Lang said this, Wen Meng muttered to himself on the side, but everyone's eyes were on Baihua Niangzi at this time, so they didn't notice Wen Meng's dissatisfaction.

Baihua Niangzi said these few words to Hua Lang, and then she went back to the house to prepare, and at this time, Hua Lang inadvertently looked downstairs, only to see Liu Yong with Chen Shishi and Xie Yuying rushed over, they seemed to have found Hua Lang, and waved to Hua Lang again and again, Hua Lang saw this, and also beckoned to Liu Yong, and then, Liu Yong took the two of them into the Red Fragrance Building.

Seeing that it was Liu Yong, the old bustard of Hongxianglou hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Young Master Liu, let's write a song for our Baihua Lady tonight, as long as Young Master Liu is willing to make a song, we will definitely thank you heavily." ”

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

But after Liu Yong saw Hualang, he hurriedly said: "Such a grand event, but being troubled by a murder, is really unpleasant." ”

Hua Lang also feels the same way, but the murder has happened, and no one can do anything.

After chatting for a while at the lookout of this Hongxiang Building, Liu Yong took Master Chen and Xie Yuying to the lookout of Yuanxiao Building, after all, he Liu Yong was going to write lyrics for Xiaoxiao Girl.

There were more and more people coming from Qingjie, and it was getting more and more lively, and it was getting more and more noisy, and Hua Lang glanced at the people on Qingjie, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious, and his intuition told him that something was going to happen here tonight, and the murderer was among these people.

A hint of wind blew and woke up Hwarang's meditation, and Hwarang couldn't help but sigh.