It's night in Pingkangfang.

Fifty women who hurried back from Li Yizhuangzi formed an array, a few danced lightly, and others waited for the music.

"The world of mortals is ridiculous, infatuation is the most boring, and it's okay to be arrogant." The dancer slowly spread her long sleeves and swayed like a willow.

"This life is over, but my heart is no longer disturbed. I just want to be free for half a lifetime." The beauty bent her waist, stepped on lotus steps, and tossed and turned.

"When I wake up, I smile at people, but in my dreams I forget everything, and sigh that it gets dark too early." The pretty face looks back with lowered eyes.

"The next life is unpredictable, love and hate are wiped out, and I just want to be happy until I grow old while drinking and singing." The girls were spinning like butterflies, with delicate faces and tears in their eyes.

"No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to run away. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want them. They just let me drift." The dancer's movements suddenly became larger, and more instruments were added.

Countless people watching were in an uproar and stood up one after another.

"The higher the sky is, the smaller the heart is. No matter how many causes and effects there are, you will get drunk alone~" The dancer is laughing, and the smile is so pitiful.

"Cry today, laugh tomorrow, I don't ask anyone to understand, I am proud~" The dancer's chest puffed up, and she looked proud as expected.

"Songs are being sung, dances are being danced, the long night is long and I am looking for happiness at dawn..." More musical instruments are added, and the dancers move to look back, wanting to say nothing.

The people who stood up were dumbfounded by what music they were listening to? Why is this happening?

Combining softness and strength, she is charming with stubbornness, and she is unyielding under the pressure of the world, and the inner and outer appearance of a woman are vividly displayed.

"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. A smile can captivate a city, and a smile can captivate a country. Would you rather not know a captivating city or a captivating country? No matter how rare a beauty is!" Someone thought of this poem and recited it.

"Yes, it is a beautiful woman who is unique and independent. This song shows a woman's softness and strength." Others marveled and agreed.

"I have never heard a tune like this before, but why is it so touching?"

"What kind of drum is the soundtrack? It makes people's hearts beat every time."

"After the flute is sung in front, it comes out slowly. It's really comfortable."

"Who composed the music? I want to know it."

"The lyrics are also good. When I sang it with such pride, my heart was drunk."

Many people were talking, and then they were throwing things up. There were gold nuggets inside, wrapped in silk handkerchiefs, with slips of paper in the middle to leave their names and addresses.

More of them are throwing away cloth, some kind of silk, some satin, some gauze.

Just like the line "One song of red silk cannot be counted" in Bai Juyi's "Pipa", red silk is actually money, which is much more expensive than ordinary silk. Throw it up.

Everyone who led the dances and singers before thanked them and said: "This song is called Laughing at the Red Dust. The lyrics and music were all donated by Li Yi and Dongzhu Li on the Bashui River in the east of the city. I will go back tomorrow, and those who are destined will enjoy it tonight."

A lot of people down there are shrinking and can't afford to play. Let's share the reward. If there are fifty of us, how much does it cost to order a la carte?

Moreover, people don’t just accompany me, they just sing, dance, and chat.

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

"Who is Li Yi? I don't accept it!" Some newcomers shouted.

"Li Yi and Li Dongzhu of the Three Character Classic." someone told him.

“It’s hard to find the fragrance of soy sauce, Mr. Li.”

"Everyone in the house smells bad and has a strange fragrance, Mr. Li."

"Hundred-boiled round eggs."

"Flowers fall and flowers fall, spring passes, heaven and earth."

Everyone was very enthusiastic and gave the newcomer a popular science education, telling him who Li Yi was, Mr. Li, who was missing but was famous throughout the world.

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

Queen Wang was also there, smiling with her mouth covered and blinking her big eyes.

She ran out with Li Longji, saying she was going to the Heaven and Earth to eat, but she felt it wasn't lively enough, so she ran to Pingkangfang.

Li Longji followed her. Anyway, she had slept enough during the day. Brother Yi said that he wanted to stay in a good mood, so he would go for a walk.

Finally, when I encountered this incident, I laughed at the world. As expected, I laughed at the world.

"Third brother, I bet that if you ask Brother Yi, Brother Yi will definitely say that he didn't do it, but copied it from someone else." Li Chengqi added with a smile.

Queen Wang nodded: "Yes, he was killed and buried again."

Li Longji smiled. He was very familiar with music and had to admit that the music and lyrics were good.

He smiled and said: "I never thought that Brother Yi would still have such elegant taste. It must be because the fields have been sown and everything that needs to be harvested has been harvested."

Queen Wang laughed again, farming is all that matters, and my uncle has a heart that is unwilling to work in farming.

"Sanlang, if this song and lyrics were to be sold, how much would they be worth?" Queen Wang asked Li Longji without hesitation, taking Li Longji's hand.

Others are not pulling me, hugging me, hugging me too much, this is Pingkangfang.

"If Brother Yi makes it, it will be impossible to obtain it." Li Longji gave a vague price.

It depends on who does it. Brother Yi is not short of money, so I beg him to do it. Ten thousand yuan depends on whether he wants to do it.

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

Just like Li Yi's era, good lyrics and good music all sell for money, and the soundtrack also makes money.

But the difference is that now poetry can be traded directly. You can buy a big fat pig and write a poem. The person selling the pig will ask someone if it is good, and if it is good, he will agree.

Then this poem belongs to the pig seller. He can use it to show off. I bought it and wrote it specifically for me. Whenever this poem is mentioned in the future, it will have my name on it.

If we are having dinner in a restaurant, and the owner sees a group of people reciting poetry there, and feels that their skills are high, and asks for a poem, the meal is free of charge, and sometimes they have to pay for it.

The higher the status, the higher the price.

For example, a senior official at Li Yi's time wrote: Today, I came to have a meal. The food is very good. I like it...

Write a poem in Lihua style, free of charge, given money, good poetry, and good literary talent.

If you don't have any fame at all, tell your boss, I'll write it for you: one-third of autumn and seven-cent of color, half a lake of mist and half a lake of sorrow.

The boss slapped me in the face. What the hell is this? Are you crazy because you are so poor? Are you crazy? Take the money or call the police.

Today's Tang Dynasty is not like this. If a high-ranking official dares to write in Lihua style, he will be impeached tomorrow. Why do you want to make trouble with me? You can be shameless, but all the officials in my court must live.

"Sister Yan, are these lyrics and music for sale?" Everyone who owns Nanqu is now discussing with the leaders of fifty women, wanting to buy it.

The female leader shook her head: "Sister Sha, I can't sell it. It was written by Li Dongzhu for us sisters."

The woman who wanted to buy it left regretfully, knowing that everyone was from Nanqu and was fine.

When I watched the song, I wanted to rewrite the lyrics using the song.

Beiqu’s: Let’s just take a look. We don’t compete with lyrics and music. We, the young ladies, just help the little brothers go to bed and have a good sleep.

Li Yi didn't know what was going on in Pingkangfang, so he slept peacefully.

Then I had nightmares, woke up in the middle of the night, and broke out in a cold sweat, which was very uncomfortable.

What can I say about that feeling? There are a lot of negative emotions, and the more I think about them, the more upset I become.

Depressed, he put on his clothes, took a trumpet, and went outside the tent set up by Yulin Feiqi.

The night was cool, but the moon was very bright, suppressing the light of the stars.

After walking a certain distance, he ducked, stepped lightly, and then...

He saw the patrolling soldiers, and the soldiers also saw him. He gestured, and the soldiers nodded helplessly.

Then he shouted into the loudspeaker: "Enemy attack"

The whole camp... was silent, as if he didn't shout.

The sentry shrugged, meaning Dongzhu Li, would you like to rush to the camp?

Li Yi shook his head, I'm stupid, they are already prepared over there.

But he was very satisfied with the results of his training. That's right. Even if there was a sudden attack, the camp remained quiet.

He believed that everyone inside was awake and had obtained the weapons around them.

This is a conditioned reflex. Devil training is no joke. Whoever speaks out will lose it.

"It's okay, I just have a scratchy throat. Just shout and it'll be fine. I'm going back." Li Yi chose to retreat.
Chapter completed!