Bringing System to Great Tang

　　　　 When the first time "Drink the wine, fill it up again, I won’t be drunk tonight," everyone in the garden stopped.

　　 Li Longji frowned.

　　 Li Chengqi grinned and inhaled: "This song kills the fighting spirit of the soldiers. It is the song of defeat. How can Brother Yi teach Yulin Feiqi to learn this?"

　　 "Hong geese, in the sky, right and right lined up..." it sounded again for the second time.

　　 Compared to the first time, the sergeants sang more deeply and emotionally.

　　 Li Longji beckoned to Fan Fan who was standing not far away, pointed to the side, and Fan Fan left.

　　 After a while, he came back, approached Li Longji, bent over and said, "When the proprietor was talking to the queen and Guo Changshi, he somehow said that he was embarrassed on all sides."

　　 Fan Fan said, everyone next to him understands everything.

　　 Li Longji chuckled twice: "It turns out that this song is sung and listened to by Turkic people. It's a good song and a good lyrics."

　　 Li Chengqi listened to the movement again: "I haven't heard the sound of the piano, it seems to have a thicker sound than Xi Qin."

　　 Fan Fan gave the answer: "The proprietor ordered it to be made, and said that the resonance box was bigger, which was transformed from Xi Qin.

The horse head is carved on the 　　 piano. The horse head is curved and suitable for hanging. The proprietor calls it the horse head piano. "

　　 "Go and ask if there are any more?" Li Chengqi was interested.

　　 "Go to another Hu Jia." Li Longji followed.

　　 Fan Fan left again, and returned with a matouqin and a Huqi in a short time.

　　 Li Chengqi took the matouqin, took a look, touched it, and flicked his hand on the string a few times.

　　 Waiting to hit the bow, pull it gently, find a few notes, and nod to Li Longji.

　　 Li Longji Hu Jia put it to his mouth, and the two played almost at the same time, just in time to keep up with the rhythm of singing over there again.

　　 As soon as the deep voice of Hu Jia and Dong Xiao came out, the song of Hongyan became even sadder.

　　 Several other kings sang in deep voice beside them, making people feel like they want to cry.

　　 When they finished singing, Li Dan smiled: "Hahahaha, good tune, since the defense against the Turks is the main thing, it is better to ask the soldiers to sing over there."

　　 "Many people in Tubo will also like it." Concubine Doulu said.

　　 "Di Yi is really talented, and there should be more such good songs in the pear orchard." Li Longji thought of expanding the scale.

　　 specially sent some people to study what kind of music is suitable for killing the fighting spirit between the Tubo and the Turks.

　　 "Pass it to Chang'an City first." Li Chengqi gave an idea.

　　 That night, a large group of people moved into the bungalow. Fortunately, the bedding was new. They used up and took them away tomorrow when they left.

　　 On May 17, a large group of people left.

　　 Li Dan and Li Dan also left, the child is full of the moon, and they want to go back to the palace.

　　 The team delivering newspapers to twenty counties set off before dawn. As soon as the city gate of Chang'an opened, the team delivering newspapers to Chang'an entered.

　　 The children waited in different places, and the newspaper cart arrived.

　　 They loaded up the newspaper, took two buns by the way, ate them wholeheartedly, poured two more sips of water, and started selling the newspaper.

　　 A lot of newspapers were pulled directly to the place where Fanbang people rented the newspapers.

　　 The chief of Tubo, Bo Zhen, was still waiting, saying that it was half a month.

　　 Beginning on May 7th, ten days have passed since today, and there are five days left.

　　 He feels that every day is passing very slowly now, and he is worried that someone in Lijiazhuangzi's data room will notice that something is missing.

　　 At that time, if I want to buy alcohol again, Li Yi said that he would not sell anything.

　　 "Hurry up, the price shouldn't be so high, or else you can't afford it." After Bo Zhen finished giving the money, he went outside and retched a few times, muttering.

　　 The newspaper has been moved to the rented courtyard, but the smell of ink is still floating in the Hongyou Temple.

　　 What he didn't know was that the tribes of the Fanbang organized their manpower under the influence of a large tribe in Turkic.

　　 These people are going to sneak in and steal good things.

　　 They put the technique of stealing hot air balloons first.

　　The technique of stealing gunpowder is second.

　　 Stealing other technologies is in third place.

　　 If you have a chance, you can take Li Yi away.

　　 Their strongholds outside the city are all operating, and they are now waiting, when the moon ‘disappears’.

　　 At Pingkang Square that evening.

　　 "Hongyan, in the sky..." Nanqu Xinyan and the others returned, and they also brought back a piano.

　　 They finished learning the symphony and turning butterflies, and now they are practicing.

　　 Piano is a musical instrument, Li Yi had a lot of hardship when he was learning.

　　 is replaced by ‘everyone’, the speed of improvement is fast.

　　 It is estimated that after another half a month of practice, he will be able to play the butterfly with other instruments.

　　 In the middle of the night, someone from the small tribe who went to Pingkang Fang to drink came back and drank dizzy.

　　 He hummed a wild goose as he walked, singing, tears streaming down.

　　 After entering Hongshe Temple, more people began to sing in a short time.

　　 Lying down with insomnia, I finally fell asleep and was awakened by the singing.

　　 He listened attentively. He felt good at first. He couldn't remember the words, but he could hum along with the tune.

　　 Waiting to grunt twice, he sat up suddenly, sweating out of fright.

　　"No, you can't sing this kind of music, Hongyan, return it to the north, take my thoughts with you.

　　 The soldiers on the Turkic and Tubo border have heard, what else are they doing to fight Datang’s army? "

　　 Said, Bo Zhen put on his clothes, ran out, and arrived in a courtyard, where the voice came from.

　　 Go in, and many people are not afraid of mosquito bites. They play with Huqin, blow with Huqi, and sing.

　　 Bohe grabbed the arm of a Turkic man: "Le Yu, where did you learn the song?"

　　 "Ah, it was Dali Dali who went to Pingkangfang, and Pingkangfang was singing a song written by Li Yi of Lijiazhuangzi. This song is good, and Li Yi is very good at it."

　　 Le Ying smiled and praised Li Yi.

　　 Uncle's scalp was numb, he nodded vaguely: "Yes, I'm good at it, Li Yi, Li Yi, Li Yi."

　　 He called Li Yi louder every time, shouting three times in a row, and slapped his thigh vigorously: "Li Yi, what do you want to do for a dazzling song?"

　　 Bohe's words came out, and the surroundings gradually became quiet.

　　 He shouted: "This song is like spreading among the troops guarding the border, think about it, everyone sings at night, Tang Jun attacked at night, can we still fight?"

　　 "Can you? It's just a song." Someone muttered.

　　 "It doesn't matter usually, the war is in a state of confrontation. The longer the time, the more the fighting spirit will be consumed by this song."

　　 "The Siege of Gaixia."

　　 "I can't help it if I know it. Isn't there a song of thought in Datang? Tang Jun can also fight. We also have ~www.wuxiahere.com~ why not be afraid of a song."

　　 "Yes, we have a lot of songs with similar meanings."

　　 Everyone started talking.

　　 Bo Ru shook his head, turned and went back lonely.

　　 He found that these envoys were short-sighted, is this a problem with a song?

　　 This is clearly a piece that Li Yi was thinking about solving the battle from all aspects. It was made by a hot air balloon and composed specially.

　　 It can be said that Li Yi is deliberately planning to provide comprehensive assistance to the wars of the Tang, Tubo, and Turks.

　　 Now it’s gunpowder, hot air balloon, song, what else will be behind?

　　 He thought, went back to the house and lay down, but couldn't sleep anymore. He has been suffering from insomnia recently.

　　 The yard where I just sang was quiet. Everyone said it didn’t matter, but they were still very scared.

　　 They can guess it, and soon, their language version of the wild goose will appear and spread to all tribes at the same time.

　　 "Oh! Sing a song, it feels like a war." Someone said in a bad mood.

　　 "It has been so since the hot air balloon took off." The person next to him knew the root cause.

　　 New weapons appear, everyone is afraid until a solution is found.

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