Li Yan is on fire, more precisely, a person is drunk and drunk, after Li Yan finished singing, it quickly changed the entire Nanjing City, and for a time it was in the limelight, it was sung by the courtesans, and it was sung by courtesans, and when it was the hottest, it was basically this tune.

The situation is the same as a certain agricultural heavy metal music that was a household name in the previous life, and Li Yan is now a song producer, and it is still original in this era.

The situation of shouting microphone overwhelmed the various popular songs with a lightheartedness and a little pathos, and even sang in the Qinglou.

You can imagine a man being surrounded by a group of women singing a drunken scene, that sour.

In this area where information is quite scarce, a person who is drunk is like a strange flower blooming in the desert, and people are vying to see it. There are even some nobles who want to meet this guy who sings about a drunken person, and see who can play better than them.

Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages, and the only disadvantage is that Li Yi was remembered by the literati in Nanjing, and they said that the sound of Li Yi was even more hateful than the sound of beauty. Later, after hearing that Li Yi was also a scholar, he even claimed that Li Yi directly led to the decline in the overall quality of literati in Nanjing......

In this regard, Li Yan sneered and disagreed, what kind of joke are you making, you say that it is a beautiful sound? If you don't accept it, don't you just do it, who won't pit people, and you are satisfied with the big sword.

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A month has passed, and after one person was drunk, Li Yan withdrew from various shouting works one after another, once again pushing this style to a peak.

The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about the new words.

Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to talk about it. I want to say that I will not rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn.

In the city of Nanjing, an originally unknown young man is taking root and seems to be faintly thriving.

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With the silver, I have the confidence to do things, so I first found a ready-to-wear store and bought a dress. Then he bowed deeply to himself in the mirror in the stunned gaze of the shopkeeper, and then said something that shocked everyone's eyes.

"Your Excellency, the jade tree is fluttering in the wind, how does it grow?"

In his last life, Li Yan was a handsome guy, and many beauties fell for it, and in this life, Li Yan was reincarnated and his appearance was not bad, his face was delicate, and his face was full of scholarly spirit.

Fighting dad is a social phenomenon, not only limited to modern times, but also in ancient times, two martial arts masters duel, if there is a master his father is Li Gang, then he will definitely win.

In this life, Li Yan's parents died when he was a child, and he is an orphan, and he has nothing to do with his father or anything, as for fighting himself...... Let's talk about it later when I have the ability.

Coming out of the garment store, Li Yan had a full meal, and the feeling of eating a full meal was different, and the whole person was much better.

With the spirit, Li Yan wandered on the street, thinking in his heart what he could sing again, and now Li Yan is already a little famous in Nanjing.

During this period of time, Wang Shouren came several times, after the last incident, Li Yan and Wang Shouren have become friends, and every time Wang Shouren was kicked out by Wang Hua, he came to Li Yi and stayed at the inn where Li Yan lived.

On this day, Li Yan had just come back from the street, and as soon as he pushed the door, he was suddenly startled, Wang Shouren didn't know when he appeared in the house, and he didn't look good, his face was blue and purple.

Li Yan glanced at it after writing, quite dissatisfied.

"Brother Wang, even if you and I know each other, you don't have to treat this place as your home, right?"

"Alas, Brother Li, it's hard to say."

"Huh, you've been beaten?"

"My dad beat me."

"Why did you hit you?"

"I said I wanted to be a saint."

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Shouren said again.

"I've said it before, but it's not as heavy as this time."

Hearing this, Li Yan suddenly looked solemn and arched his hand in the direction of the Wang family.

"Your father, oh no, Ling Zun...... Great! ”

Wang Shouren: "......"

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To be a saint, Wang Shouren has not been once or twice.

In fact, Wang Shouren's ambition was not to be a saint, but because of a wrong move by Wang Hua when he was a child, Wang Hua regretted it for several years.

When Wang Shouren was fourteen years old, Wang Hua took Wang Shouren to Juyong Pass to enjoy the foreign customs and explore the mysteries of heaven and earth by the way.

Wang Shouren was happy.

He has been living in Guanli, seeing the vast grassland and desert for the first time, appreciating the pride and pleasure of galloping horses, the great achievements of the Hongwu period, the Shenwu of the Yongle Emperor, and those former turbulent years, deeply reflected in his heart. A seed began to sprout in his heart.

Good intentions are not wrong, but good intentions are used in the wrong place, good intentions will also do bad things, and more importantly, this kindness is used on his son, which is even more incredible.

Wang Hua originally just wanted to take his son out for a walk, stroll around and step on a point, see if there are any Tatar fish that have slipped through the net, catch it back and invite someone or something, but the fish that slipped through the net was not caught, and Wang Shouren's next move surprised him.

One day not long after, Wang Shouren went against the usual norm, solemnly walked up to Wang Hua, and said to his father solemnly: "Dad, I know what you mean by taking me out of the customs." ”

Wang Hua was overjoyed: "My son is good, my father is really happy for you, I don't know what my son thinks?" ”

Wang Shouren: "I have already written a letter to the emperor, as long as I am given tens of thousands of horses, I am willing to go out of the customs for the country and seek peace for the Tatars!" ”

At that time, Wang Shouren was 15 years old.

Wang Hua was silent, and after a long time, he woke up like a dream and finally reacted.

He was very excited to pick up the book in his hand, according to Li Yan's estimate, Wang Hua was in the study at that time, there were only books around him, nothing else, if Wang Hua was demolishing the house and chopping wood at that time, it is estimated that Shouren's classmates may have to return to the sky with a glorious soul.

Wang Hua hit Wang Shouren with his head and face, and said while beating back: "Make your kid crazy!" Crazy for your kid! ”

Wang Shouren's dream of serving the country for the first time was shattered, but he was not discouraged, nor did he particularly care about the blow, and soon he had a new life plan, a more ambitious plan, all roads lead to Rome, Wang Shouren is a good example, those who seek death if they disagree should really learn from it.

Wang Hua's intestines were all repentant, he never imagined that his precious son really dared to think and do anything.

Time is the best medicine, and maybe after a while, he will forget these foolish thoughts. Wang Hua once thought naively.

Perhaps his prayers had an effect, and not long after, Wang Shouren came to him again, this time to confess his mistake.

Wang Shouren said calmly: "My idea last time was unrealistic, thank you for my father's teaching." ”

Wang Hua was very pleased, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it's good to have ambitions, as long as you study hard in the future, it's not impossible." ”

"No need, I won't go to war when I send troops to fight, now I have new ambitions."

"Oh, what do you want to do?"

"Be a sage!"

This time Wang Hua was not silent anymore, he quickly replied - a loud slap. It's over, it's over, and the name of a lifetime is going to be ruined in the hands of this kid.

Wang Hua whimpered in his heart and wanted to scold his mother.

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