When the first song of 'Drink dry, fill it again, don't get drunk tonight', everyone in the garden stopped.

Li Longji frowned.

Li Chengqi grinned inhaled: "This song consumes the fighting spirit of the soldiers, it is a song of defeat, how can Brother Yi teach Yulin Fei to learn this?" ”

"Wild geese, in the sky, pairs are lined up......" sounded again for the second time.

Compared to the first time, the sergeants sang more engaged and emotional.

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

After a while, he came back, came to Li Longji's side, bent down and said, "When the proprietor was talking to the queen and Guo Changshi, he somehow said that he was embattled. ”

Fan Fan said a word, and the people next to him understood everything.

Li Longji laughed twice: "It turns out that this song is sung and listened to by the Turks, a good song and a good word." ”

Li Chengqi listened to the movement again: "I have never heard the sound of this piano, and it seems to be more powerful than Xi Qin." ”

Fan Fan replied: "The proprietor ordered people to make it, saying that the resonance box is bigger, which is transformed from Xi Qin.

The piano is carved with a horse's head, which is curved and suitable for hanging, and the proprietor calls it a horse-head qin. ”

"Ask if there's any?" Li Chengji is interested.

"Go to a hu tong again." Li Longji followed.

Fan Fan left again, and came back with a horse-head qin and a mustache for a short time.

Li Chengqi took the matouqin, looked at it first, touched it, and flicked it a few times on the strings with his hand.

Wait for the bow to be put on the bow, pull gently, find a few notes, and nod to Li Longji.

Li Longji put his beard to his mouth, and the two of them played almost at the same time, just to keep up with the rhythm of the song over there.

As soon as the deep voices of Hu Ji and Dong Xiao came out, Hongyan's song became even more sad.

The other kings sang in a deep voice beside them, giving the impression that they wanted to cry.

After they finished singing, Li Dan smiled: "Hahahaha, good tune, since the defense of the Turks is the mainstay, it is better to ask the soldiers to sing over there." ”

"Many people in Tibet will like it too." Doulu Guifei spoke.

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

Specially sent some people to study what kind of music is suitable for dissipating the fighting spirit of the Tibetans and Turks.

"Spread to Chang'an City first." Li Chengqi came up with an idea.

That night, a large group of people moved into the bungalow, but fortunately the bedding was new, and they used it up and took it with them when they left the next day.

On 17 May, a large crowd left.

Li Dan and the others are also gone, the child is full moon, and they want to go back to the palace.

The team that delivered newspapers to 20 counties set off before dawn, and as soon as the gate of Chang'an opened, the team that delivered newspapers to Chang'an entered.

The children waited in separate places, and the newspaper truck arrived.

They loaded up the newspaper, took two buns by the way, ate them in a gulp, poured two more sips of water, and began to sell the newspaper.

A large pile of newspapers was pulled directly to the place where the people rented the newspapers.

The leader of Tubo, Bo Yan, is still waiting, and he said that it would be half a month.

Ten days have passed since May 7, and there are five days left.

He felt that every day was passing very slowly now, and he was worried that someone in the Li family's Zhuangzi's data room would notice that something was missing.

At that time, if he wanted to buy alcohol, Li Yi said that he would not sell it.

"Hurry up, the price should not be so high, otherwise you won't be able to afford it." After giving the money, he went outside and retched a few times, muttering.

The newspaper had been moved to the rented courtyard, but the smell of ink still wafted from the temple.

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

These people are ready to sneak in and steal goodies.

They put the technique of stealing hot air balloons in the first place.

The technology of stealing gunpowder was put in second place.

Stealing other techniques is placed in third place.

If there is a chance, Li Yi can be arrested.

They are operating in their strongholds outside the city, and now they are waiting, waiting for the moon to 'disappear'.

That evening, in Pingkang Fang.

"Hong Yan, the sky is ......" Nanqu Xinyan and these people came back, and they also brought back a piano.

They have finished learning the symphony and are now practicing.

The piano is an instrument, and Li Yi suffered a lot when he was learning.

If you change to 'everyone', the speed of progress will be faster.

It is estimated that after practicing for half a month, I will be able to play the butterfly with other musical instruments.

In the middle of the night, people from the small tribe who went to Pingkangfang to drink came back and drank dizzy.

He hummed as he walked, singing and singing, tears streaming down his face.

Entering Honglu Temple, it didn't take long for more people to start singing.

Lying down and suffering from insomnia, Bo Yan finally fell asleep and was awakened by the singing.

He listened attentively, and at first he thought it was good, but he couldn't remember the words, but he could hum along with the song.

After waiting for him to hum twice, he sat up sharply, sweating profusely.

"No, you can't sing such songs, Hongyan, return to the north, bring my thoughts.

The soldiers on the border between the Turks and my Tubo listened to it, what else did they use to fight with the army of the Tang Dynasty? ”

With that, he put on his clothes and ran out, and when he came to a courtyard, the voice came from this courtyard.

When I went in, many people were not afraid of mosquito bites, and they played with the huqin, blew with the huqin, and sang.

Bo Yan grabbed the arm of a Turk: "Leyu, where did you learn the song?" ”

"Ah, it's Daddy Li to Pingkangfang, Pingkangfang is all singing, the song written by Li Yi of the Li family Zhuangzi, this song is good, Li Yi's ability is not small."

Le Yu smiled and praised Li Yi.

Bo Yan's scalp was numb, and he nodded indifferently: "Yes, the ability is not small, Li Yi, Li Yi, Li Yi." ”

He shouted Li Yi's voice louder and louder every time, shouted three times in a row, and slapped his thigh hard: "Li Yi, what do you want to do to make a song to win your ambition?" ”

As the words came out, the surroundings became quiet.

He shouted: "If this song spreads among the troops guarding the border pass, think about it, everyone sings it at night, the Tang army attacks at night, can we still fight?" ”

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

"It doesn't matter in peacetime, the war is in a state of confrontation, and the longer it goes, the more this song will wear down the fighting spirit."

"The Siege of the Fall."

"If you know it, you can't help it, doesn't Datang have a song of thought? The Tang Army can't also fight, we also have it there, so why be afraid of a song. ”

"yes, we've got a lot of tunes with similar meanings."

The crowd began to speak.

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

He found that these envoys were missing hearts, was this a problem with a song?

This is clearly a song that Li Yi is thinking about solving the battle from all aspects, made by a hot air balloon, and specially composed for it.

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

Now it's gunpowder, hot air balloons, songs, what will be next?

He thought, went back to the house and lay down, he couldn't sleep again, and he had been suffering from insomnia lately.

The courtyard where the singing was just now quiet, and everyone said that it didn't matter, but they were actually still very afraid.

They could guess that it would not be long before a version of the wild goose in their language would appear and spread to the tribes at the same time.

"Alas! Singing a song, it actually feels like a war. Someone said in a very bad mood.

"It's been like this since the balloon lifts off." The person next to him knows where the root is.

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