Bringing System to Great Tang

　　　　 is night, Pingkangfang.

　　 In the line of fifty women who hurried back from Li Yizhuangzi, a few women Qingwu, and others waited for the soundtrack.

　　 "The world is so ridiculous, the infatuation is the most boring, and everything is arrogant." The dancer slowly stretched her sleeves, her body swinging like a willow.

　　 "This life is not over, but my heart is no longer disturbed, I just want to get half a life happy." The beautiful woman folded her waist, stepped on the lotus step, tossing and turning.

　　 "Laugh at people when you wake up, forget everything in your dreams, and sigh that it's too early." The pretty face looked down and looked down.

　　 "The next life is unpredictable, love and hate are wiped out, I just want to be happy until I am old." The girls turned like a butterfly, their faces were soft and there were tears in their eyes.

　　 "No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape, no matter how beautiful the flower is, I don't want it, let me sway~~~~" The dancer's movement suddenly increased, and more musical instruments joined in.

　　 Countless people watching were immediately upset and stood up.

　　 "The higher the sky, the smaller the heart. Regardless of the number of cause and effect, I get drunk alone~~~" The dancer was laughing, laughing pitifully.

　　 "Crying today, laughing tomorrow, I don't want anyone to understand, I am proud~~~" The dancer's chest stood up, and she looked proud.

　　 "Singing is singing, dancing is dancing, and the night is long and dawn will find happiness..." More musical instruments are added, and the dancers move back to look back, wanting to talk.

　　 The person who stood up was silly at the moment, what tune? Why is it so?

　　 combines a kind of softness and rigidity, charming with stubbornness, unyielding under the pressure of red dust, a woman's heart and appearance are vividly displayed.

　　 "There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. Smile to the city, then laugh to the country. Wouldn't you know the city and the country? The beautiful woman is rare!" Someone remembered this poem and recited it.

　　 "Yes, it is the beautiful woman who is peerless and independent. This song is feminine and fortitude." Others exclaimed and echoed.

　　 "I have never heard such a tune, but why is it so touching?"

　　 "What kind of drum is the soundtrack? It makes people tremble at once."

　　 "After the flute was sung in front, it appeared slowly. It was so comfortable."

　　 "Who wrote the music? I want to know."

　　 "The words are good too, when that pride sings out, my heart is drunk."

　　 Many people were talking, and then they threw things up, there were gold nuggets inside, wrapped in silk kerchief, with a note in the middle, leaving the name and address.

　　 It is more about throwing cloth, what kind of silk, satin, or yarn.

　　 Just like Bai Juyi's "A song of red silk is unknown to count" in the pipa line, red silk is actually money, which is much more expensive than ordinary silk silk. Throw it up.

　　 Everyone who led the dancers and sang before thanked everyone and said: "This song is called Xiao Hongchen, and the lyrics and music are all gifted by the host Li Yi Li on the banks of the Bashui River in the east of the city. I will go back tomorrow, and those who are destined will enjoy it tonight."

　　 Many people below flinched, can't afford to play, and rewarded together, fifty people, how much does it cost to order?

　　 And they don’t accompany that, they just sing, dance, and chat.

　　 But they don’t leave, to see who has the money.

　　 "Who is Li Yi? I'm not convinced!" a newcomer shouted.

　　 "The Li Yi Li proprietor of the Three-Character Classic." Someone told.

　　 "A drop of Li Dongzhu who can hardly find the fragrance of soy sauce."

　　 "The smelly and fragrant Li proprietor is everywhere."

　　 "Hundreds of boiled eggs."

　　 "Flowing water falls and flowers spring is gone, heaven and earth."

　　 Everyone was very enthusiastic, and told the newcomer who was Li Yi Li, who was the host of Li Yi Li. He was not seen, but he was famous.

　　 "The third brother, Yi Yi is crazy." Li Chengqi, who was also in the crowd, said to Li Longji.

　　 The King and Queen were also there, covering her mouth and smiling, blinking and blinking her big eyes.

　　 She ran out with Li Longji, saying that she was going to the heaven and earth to eat, but she felt that it was not lively enough, so she ran to Pingkangfang.

　　 Li Longji leaned on her, anyway, she slept enough during the day, Yi brother said to keep a good mood, then take a stroll.

　　 As a result, when I encountered this, I laughed at Hong Chen, and really laughed at Hong Chen.

　　 "Third brother, I bet, I will ask Brother Yi, Brother Yi will definitely say that it was not he who did it, but that he copied someone else." Li Chengqi said with a smile.

　　 The queen nodded: "That's right, killed and buried again."

　　 Li Longji smiled, he is very familiar with music, and he has to admit that the tune and words are good.

　　 He smiled, and said, "I never thought that Brother Yi still has this kind of elegance. It must be the end of the planting of the land, and all that should be harvested."

　　 The king and the queen laughed again, and just planted the land. Uncle has a heart that is unwilling to farm.

　　 "Sabur, if this song is written, how much is it worth?" The Queen asked Li Longji's hand without shy.

　　 No one else is pulling it anymore. There are too many holdings and arms around. This is Pingkangfang.

　　 "If Yi brother makes it, Wan Ling is not available." Li Longji gave a vague price.

　　 It depends on who did it. Brother Yi is not short of money. Ask him to do it. It depends on whether he wants to do it or not.

　　 At this time in the Tang Dynasty, poems and fus were also regarded as currency, and they could be exchanged for things directly and sold for money.

　　 Just like Li Yi’s time, good lyrics and music are sold for money, and then the soundtrack is also money.

　　 But the difference is that now poems can be directly traded, buy a big fat pig, write a poem, the seller of the pig asks someone to ask if it is good, and if it is good, he agrees.

　　 Then this poem belongs to the pig seller. It can be used to show off. I bought it and wrote it specifically for me. When I say this poem, I will have my name.

　　 If you are eating in a restaurant, the owner sees a group of people chanting poems there, and thinks that the level is high. If you ask for a poem, the meal will be free, and sometimes you have to pay.

　　The higher the status, the higher the price.

　　 For example, a certain official of Li Yi back then wrote: Today, I come to eat, the food is very good, I like...

　　 A poem written in pear blossom style, free of bills, money, good poetry, good literary talent.

　　 If you don’t have a bit of fame, tell your boss, I’ll write you this: Three points of autumn water and seven points of color, half lake of misty rain and half lake of sadness.

　　 The boss slapped him over, what kind of shit, crazy? Demon stunned? Take the money, or call the police.

　　 Today’s Datang isn’t. If you dare to write a pear-shaped body, you will be impeached tomorrow. Why should you make trouble with me? You can be shameless, but I have to live as a court official.

　　 "Sister Yan, do you sell this song?" Everyone who has Nanqu is now discussing with the leaders of fifty women and want to buy it.

　　 The female leader shook her head: "Sister Sha~www.wuxiahere.com~ cannot be sold, it was written by Dongzhu Li for our sisters."

　　 The woman who wanted to buy left regrettably, knowing that everyone is a Nanqu, and it’s nothing to do.

　　 watching the middle of the song, I want to refill the lyrics with the song.

　　 Beiqu: Let’s just take a look. Let’s not compete with lyrics and music. Our little sisters are just helping our little brothers to sleep and get a good night’s sleep.

　　 Li Yi doesn't know what happened in Pingkangfang, so he sleeps at ease.

　　 Then I had nightmares and woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, but it was uncomfortable.

　　How do you say that feeling, a lot of negative emotions, the more you think about it, the more upset it becomes.

　　 Depressed, he put on his clothes, holding a trumpet, and went outside the camp where Yulin Feiqi built.

　　 The night is cool, but the moon is so bright that it suppresses the light of the stars.

　　 stepped out a distance, he cats his waist, puts his feet lightly, and then...

　　 saw the soldier on patrol, the soldier also saw him, he gestured, the soldier nodded helplessly.

　　 Then he shouted into the loudspeaker: "Enemy attack~~"

　　 The whole camp... is silent, as if he hadn't shouted.

　　 The sentinel shrugged, meaning that Dongzhu Li, you try to rush to the camp?

　　 Li Yi shook his head, I'm stupid, I'm all ready over there.

　　 But he is very satisfied with his training results, so that's right, even if it encounters a sudden attack, the camp is still quiet.

　　 He believed that the people inside were all awake and got the weapon beside him.

　　 This is a conditioned reflex. The training of the devil is not a joke. Whoever makes a sound will stop.

　　 "It's okay, I just have an itchy throat, just yell it, I'm going back." Li Yi chose to retreat.

　　 "Lord Li, go slowly." The sentry said, and then the secret whistle followed up from the side and signaled to Li Yi that everyone was well.