Night, Pyong Kang Square.
The fifty girls who had rushed back from Li Yi and Zhuangzi were in a formation. A few of them were dancing while the rest were waiting for the accompaniment.
"The secular world is so funny. Infatuation is the most boring. Looking down on everything is also good." The dancer slowly spread her long sleeves, her body swaying like a willow.
"This life is not over yet, but my heart is untroubled. I only want to exchange it for half a life of freedom." The beauty bent her waist, her feet moving like a lotus.
"Smiling to people when awake, forgetting everything in dreams. Lamenting that the sky darkens too early." The pretty girl lowered her head.
"The next life is hard to predict. Love and hate are written off. Drinking and singing, I only want to be happy until I'm old." The girls were like butterflies, their faces tender and their eyes filled with tears.
"No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to run. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want them. Let me sway ~ ~ ~" The dancer's movements suddenly became bigger, and more instruments were added.
Countless people who were watching were in an uproar and stood up one after another.
"The higher the sky, the smaller the heart. No matter how much karma there is, I get drunk alone ~ ~" The dancer was smiling, her smile was pitiful.
"Today I cry, tomorrow I laugh, I don't ask for anyone to understand, I'm full of pride ~ ~ ~" The dancer's chest puffed out, her face full of pride.
"The song is singing, the dance is dancing, the night is long without knowing the dawn, I'm looking for happiness …" More instruments were added. The dancer looked back, wanting to say something.
The people who stood up were dumbfounded. What song was this? Why was it like this?
It fused softness and toughness together. There was stubbornness in the charm. Unyielding under the pressure of the secular world. A woman's heart and appearance were vividly displayed.
"There's a beauty in the north, peerless and independent. Her smile could topple a city, her smile could topple a country. Rather than topple a city or a country? A beauty is hard to come by! "Someone thought of this poem and recited it.
"That's right. A beauty is peerless and independent. This song is the embodiment of a woman's gentleness and toughness." Others sighed and echoed.
"I've never heard such a song before. Why is it so moving?"
"What kind of drum is the accompaniment? Every beat makes people's heart tremble."
"The flute comes out a little slower after the first song. It's so comfortable."
"Who composed this song? I want to know. "
"The lyrics are good too. When you sang it with such pride, my heart was drunk."
Many people said and then threw things up. There were even gold nuggets wrapped in silk handkerchiefs with a slip of paper in the middle that left their names and addresses.
Most of them were throwing away cloth, silk, satin, and muslin.
Just as Bai Juyi wrote in the Song of the Pipa, "A single piece of red silk can't be counted." The red silk was actually money, much more expensive than ordinary silk.
The people who had led the dance and sang before expressed their gratitude and said, "This song is called 'Xiao Hong Chen'. The lyrics and music were given by Li Yi, Li Dongzhu, who lives by the Bashui River in the east of the city. We will be returning tomorrow. Those who are fated will be rewarded tonight. "
Many of the people below shrank back. They couldn't afford to play. How much money would it take to reward fifty of them?
Moreover, they weren't doing it with her. They were just singing, dancing, and chatting.
But they didn't leave. Let's see who has the money.
"Who is Li Yi? I don't accept it! "A newcomer hooted.
"Li Yi, Li Dongzhu, from the Three Character Classic," someone told him.
"Li Dongzhu, who is hard to find a drop of soy sauce."
"Li Dongzhu, who is full of smelly odor."
"Hundred-boiled round egg."
"Spring leaves the flowing water, Heavenly Earth."
Everyone was very enthusiastic. They explained to the newcomer who was Li Yi, Li Dongzhu, who was famous in Jianghu.
"Third Brother, Brother Yi is crazy." Li Chengqi, who was also in the crowd, said to Li Longji.
Empress Wang was also there. She covered her mouth and laughed, blinking her big eyes.
She ran out with Li Longji, saying that they were going to Heavenly Earth for dinner. In the end, she felt that it wasn't lively enough, so she ran to Pyong Kang Square.
Li Longji let her go. Anyway, she had slept enough during the day. Brother Yi said to maintain a good mood, so they went for a stroll.
In the end, they encountered this matter. The song 'Laughing at the Secular World' was indeed 'Laughing at the Secular World'.
"Third Brother, I bet that if we ask Brother Yi, he'll definitely say that it's not his work, but someone else's," Li Chengqi said with a smile.
Empress Wang nodded. "Yes, he killed and buried them."
Li Longji smiled. He was very familiar with music, so he had to admit that the song and lyrics were good.
He smiled and said, "I didn't expect Brother Yi to have such an elegant taste. He must have finished planting and collected all that should be collected."
Empress Wang smiled again. What farming? Uncle's heart was unwilling to be a farmer.
"Third Brother, how much is this song and lyrics worth?" Empress Wang pulled Li Longji's hand and asked without any hesitation.
Other people were not holding hands. They were hugging and hugging too much. This was Pyong Kang Square.
"If it's Brother Yi's work, it's impossible to get." Li Longji gave a vague price.
It depended on who wrote it. Brother Yi was not short of money. If you asked him to write it, it would depend on whether he wanted it or not.
During the Tang Dynasty, poems were also considered a currency. They could be directly exchanged for things and sold for money.
Just like in Li Yi's era, good songs and lyrics could be sold for money. Even the accompanying music could be sold for money.
However, the difference was that poems could be directly exchanged now. Buy a big fat pig, write a poem, and the pig seller would ask if it was good. If it was good, the seller would agree.
Then, the poem would belong to the pig seller. He could use it to show off. I bought it and wrote it especially for me. In the future, when the poem is mentioned, my name will be included.
If they were eating in a restaurant and the owner saw a group of people reciting poems, he would feel that their standards were high. He would ask for a poem and the meal would be free. Sometimes, he would even have to pay.
The higher the status, the higher the price.
For example, a high-ranking official in Li Yi's era wrote, "Today, I came to eat. The food is very good. I like it …"
A poem written in Pear Blossom style, free of charge, pay. Good poem, good literary talent.
If you are not famous at all, tell the owner that I will write for you, "Three parts autumn water, seven parts color, half lake misty rain, half lake sorrowful."
The owner slapped him. What kind of bullshit is this? Are you crazy? Are you crazy? Take the money or call the police.
The current Tang Dynasty was different. If a high-ranking official dared to write in Pear Blossom style, he would be impeached tomorrow. Are you messing with me? You can be shameless, but the officials of the Imperial Court have to live.
"Sister Yan, is this poem for sale?" Some people from Nanqu were discussing with the leader of the group of 50 women. They wanted to buy it.
The leader of the women shook her head: "Sister Sha, we can't sell it. Li Dongzhu wrote it for us sisters."
The woman who wanted to buy it left regretfully. She knew that everyone was from Nanqu and did not mind.
The people from Nanqu looked and wanted to use the song to write a new poem.
The people from Nanqu: We are just looking. We don't compete with songs. We are just here to help our little brothers sleep.
Li Yi did not know what was going on in Pyong Kang Square. He slept peacefully.
Then, he had nightmares and woke up in the middle of the night in cold sweat. It was very uncomfortable.
How should he describe that feeling? There were many negative emotions. The more he thought about it, the more vexed he felt.
Depressed, he put on his clothes, took the loudspeaker, and went to the Winged Knights' tent.
The night was cool, but the moon was very bright. The light from the stars was overshadowed.
After walking for a distance, he bent down and softened his footsteps. Then …
He saw the patrolling soldiers, and the soldiers saw him too. He gestured, and the soldiers nodded helplessly.
Then, he shouted into the loudspeaker: "Enemy attack ~ ~"
The whole camp … was silent. It was as if he did not shout.
The sentinel shrugged. What he meant was, "Li Dongzhu, why don't you try charging into the camp?"
Li Yi shook his head. I am not stupid. The other side is already prepared.
However, he was very satisfied with the results of his training. This was the right way. Even in the face of a sudden attack, the camp was still quiet.
He believed that the people inside had all woken up and were holding the weapons by their side.
This was a conditioned reflex. The devil's training was not a joke. Whoever made a sound would be crippled.
"It's nothing. My throat is just itchy. I'll be fine after a shout. I'm going back." Li Yi chose to retreat.
"Li Dongzhu, take care." The sentinel said. Then, the hidden sentinel got up from the side and signaled to Li Yi that everyone was fine.
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