Chapter 440 Partridge Heaven.

After leaving the abbot's courtyard, the faces of the people were ugly, for they had now searched every place, but they had found no sign of the body.

The midday bell rang, and the autumn sun seemed a little hotter at this time, as if they were too far away from the mountains.

The monks who had been looking for a long time went to the cafeteria to eat, while Bao Zheng and Hua Lang and others hesitated in front of the Buddhist hall, they were puzzled by what was going on here, and they had to wait for news from Zhang Long and Zhao Hu.

They waited there for about half a pillar of incense, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu finally came with people, they brought about one or twenty people, and brought Wen Feng, who was watching the house in the detective agency, Wen Feng said with some excitement after seeing Hua Lang...... One...... I didn't return all night, and the warm wind ...... Worried, I went to the state...... State government. ”

Wen Feng was still a little fluenic in speaking, especially some words that were not commonly used, after Hua Lang understood, he smiled, and then asked Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, "What did you find under the mountain?" ”

Zhao Hu shook his head: "When we came, we searched under the mountain, but we didn't find anything, not even the shadow of a corpse." ”

At this time, Hua Lang continued to ask, "How about investigating Murong Qing and Chang Shou?" ”

Zhao Hu nodded: "It's all investigated, that Changshou does live in a small village not far from here, he is a hunter here, there is an old mother at home, that Murong Qing's family is good, and he has quite a property in Duanzhou City." ”

Seeing that there was nothing suspicious about these people, Hua Lang also fell into deep thought, because he felt that the murderer must be someone from the temple, so where would he hide the body after he killed someone?

If you don't hide it, will it destroy the corpse, burn it with a fire, or chop it up and mix it with other things?

This is extremely possible, put the corpse in the kitchen pot underground and keep less, it can be burned into a pile of dust, and mixed with other things, it is even more likely, Hua Lang knows Bao Zheng, when he was the Yin of Kaifeng Mansion, he did a Wu Bon case, that case was to kill people for money, and then mixed the body into the Wu Basin, of course, the current Bao Zheng is still just a small Duanzhou Zhizhou, there are still some times before the Wu Pen case, but this can show that the murderer disposed of the body in this way, It is entirely possible to turn a corpse into something else.

Just when Hua Lang was thinking about the case, Zhang Long said to Yin and the others: "Now in Duanzhou City, everyone is singing Brother Hua's partridge sky!" ”

Even if he didn't know much about poetry, he had also entered a private school, so he knew that Partridge Heaven was the name of the word brand, but he never remembered that Hua Lang had done such a word, so he asked: "Partridge Heaven?" ”

Zhang Long nodded again and again: "That's right, that's right, it's the one that Brother Hua made at the Chrysanthemum Villa speech meeting yesterday." ”

Yesterday, Hua Lang's lyrics were unmistakable, and he only glanced at them in a hurry, and his memory was not very good, so he only remembered the first sentence of the Nine Days of Sadness, but he forgot about it later, so he asked: "How do the people in Duanzhou City sing it?" ”

Zhang Long smiled a little embarrassedly: "Brother Yin, don't make fun of me, I'm a rough person, what songs can be sung there, I don't even remember the words, I only listen to the singers in Duanzhou." ”

But Gongsun Ce remembered the word, so he chanted:

Nine days of sadness and autumn are not in my heart. Fengcheng Song has a new sound. The phoenix withered and the willow are sorrowful, and the dew is dyed with yellow flowers and smiles deeply.

When I first saw a goose, I heard the anvil. Qiluo Congli is victorious. It is necessary to teach the moon household to be slender and jade, and to hold the gold of the sun.

After listening to Gongsun Ce's chanting, everyone felt that this word was indeed good, but it always felt strange there, at this time, Hua Wan'er said: "This word doesn't seem to be very relevant to the Double Ninth Festival!" ”

Hearing Hua Wan'er's words, Wen Meng hurriedly asked, "It's not relevant there, aren't these also Chongyang?" ”

Hua Wan'er smiled and said: "Sister Wen, this is indeed written in the Double Ninth Festival, yes, it's just that everyone appreciates the chrysanthemums during the Double Ninth Festival, climbs high and nostalgic, and inserts dogwoods all over the place, which is a bit sad, but my brother's partridge day, but said that the willow leaves fell and the eyebrows faded, and the chrysanthemums smiled deeply, and the singing and dancing banquet was written very cheerfully, where is there such a Double Ninth Festival." ”

After listening to Hua Wan'er's words, Wen Meng also felt that this partridge sky was a little out of tune, how could she write such a song and dance for the Double Ninth Festival, she couldn't help but feel a little lost, she thought that Hua Lang would write an amazing poem for those scholars to see, but unfortunately she wrote another poem that was not on topic.

Thinking like this, Wen Meng felt that something was wrong there, since this partridge was not relevant, then why did those singers sing it, could it be that as long as it was written by Hua Lang, those Qinglou women liked it very much?

Wen Meng's face became more and more ugly, because she suddenly felt a very strong pressure, Hua Lang is so good, there must be many women who like him!

After listening to Hua Wan'er's words on the side, Gongsun Ce shook his head with a smile and said, "You only looked at the surface of this poem, and there was no in-depth analysis!" ”

Hua Wan'er was puzzled and said, "Master, isn't this poem written about the joy of the Double Ninth Festival?" ”

Gongsun Ce smiled slightly, and said: "Brother Hua is so smart, how can he make such a funny word on the Double Ninth Festival, he just uses this word to satirize those scholars who write words for fun, and fight for face, just take the first sentence of September sad autumn is not in their hearts, why do these people have no sad autumn in September in their hearts, because these scholars are thinking about relying on days like the Double Ninth Festival to win some fame, fame and fortune, who still has the heart to be sad and nostalgic?" ”

Now that this partridge day has been explained by Gongsun Ceyi, everyone suddenly realized, and after the sudden realization, they admired Hualang's attainments in words even more.

Hua Lang can hear what everyone said here, but although he heard it, he didn't make any excuses, this partridge day was written by Yan Jidao, at that time, the treacherous minister Cai Jing sent someone to ask Yan to fill in a few new words, Yan a few answers, overnight, the whole word does not see a little sad autumn, in fact, it is a great irony of Cai Jing, the Double Ninth Festival is sad for others, that is because life is unsatisfactory, but Cai Jing is a very good minister, how can the sad autumn enter his heart?

It is also very appropriate to use this poem to satirize those scholars and scholars who are chasing fame, and although Yan Jidao is relatively close to this era, after all, it is still a few decades away, and no one will feel anything if Hua Lang takes it as his own.

Thinking of this, and hearing the words of Yin Wuyi and the others, Hua Lang couldn't help but smile faintly.