When he opened his eyes and saw the antique old decorations, Li Zhe realized that he had brought the plot into the plot again.

There was a certain sour and astringent smell in the room that had been impermeable for a long time, and Li Zhe jumped up from it and opened the wooden window with white paper.

Crunch, the windows are poorly closed in ancient times, the wood is expanding, and every time I open it in my memory, there is a sound of tooth soreness.

There is also a desk, a wardrobe, and a bed in the room, with an area of about 20 square meters, which is so simple that it is impossible to describe.

There are a few books with yellowed covers on the desk, and the inkstone pen and ink are placed in a very orderly manner, which is one of the few highlights in this room.

Li Zhe complained that the living environment of the sling silk is almost the same whether it is in ancient or modern times.

"I have crossed over as a scholar, and I listen to the high-end atmosphere and grade, and I am not as good as a butcher who kills pigs."

Touching his shriveled belly, Li Zhe remembered that he only ate two meals a day, and when he was twenty years old and just growing his body, he couldn't even solve the problem of food and clothing.

Of course, scholars should pay attention to decency, and their five fingers should not touch the spring water. That's what the original scholar did, he lived with a large family, and two meals a day were served by a special person.

To be well-fed and well-fed, it is also necessary to be worthy of equal status. His parents died early, and the fields were managed by a big family, and as for whether there was a bit of fame in it, scholars, as talented people who were determined to take the imperial examination, disdained to care too much.

The imperial examination has just passed, and at this age, it is considered to be a person with rules and regulations. The patriarch also looked at him like a potential stock, and there should be no shortage of it on the surface.

rummaging in the closet for a while, changing into a relatively clean robe, Li Zhe prepared to go out to inquire about the news.

Outside the door, the autumn dew was thick, Li Zhe shivered, and the cold body made him think of the need to improve society.

"If it is a long-term lurk, you must scream at the ethnic minorities in the north. By the way, he launched a mouth cannon remote control campaign, and accidentally let the princess who lived in isolation hear it, and secretly told the emperor that the emperor was confused and knew that the people were lurking power. ”

"When the time comes, the emperor will affirm the holy decree, and after three refusals, he will take the rank of marshal, and then continue to disinfect Amway medical alcohol in the barracks, stirrups or something. The veterans beat soy sauce, paid attention to themselves one by one, and instructed themselves to draw a few times on the map to exterminate them. ”

As for whether you understand ordnance, marching formations, and logistical problems, what do you do so seriously, the protagonist template is inherently invincible with mouth cannons.

The reason for the extermination of the ethnic group, Li Zhe also thought about it, not for the sake of national righteousness, but to plant cotton in the north to keep warm.

Bosideng Yalu and other down jackets were sold to Europe, which opened the eyes of Westerners who take a bath once a year.

The lustful road burned his mental and physical strength, and his stomach was rumbling again.

"Okay, Wen solved, the problem of satiety below. Where is the corn sweet potato, the Americas or Australia? It's okay, the country's ocean-going forces are strong, the navy is reliable, except for nuclear submarines that can't be manufactured, and the technology tree climbing is too fake, and other braggings come out. Let your subordinates wander around the world for five or ten years, there is always a chance to find it. ”

Nautical routes? Monsoon? Global map? Endurance? Crew injuries and morale?

These are not in the scope of consideration, don't forget, the protagonist will recite these in advance before crossing, and he almost carries Baidu Encyclopedia with him.

These are just the way for martial artists in the era before the Tang Dynasty to be promoted by civil and military forces, Li Zhe thinks that his talent is so high, and he still lacks the cool point of being a military general, and the champion of the imperial examination is fate.

There are people coming and going on the street, and the clothes are inexplicable with Li Zhe's historical knowledge anyway, excluding the pig tails of foreign races, nothing else.

Shaking his head and looking back at world history, Emperor Yang of Sui was still the same before, and it was plausible later.

Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty in this world is majestic and strategic, and he ravaged the Li family in Taiyuan over and over again. To be honest, Li Shimin's talent is not a little worse than Yang Guang when he was young.

The historical background here is a foreshadowing, in order for the protagonist to be more pretended, copying poetry can't eliminate Confucianism. Without the imperial examination system, how to make the cool point of the champion explode.

Then the essence of local culture after the Tang Dynasty was erased, Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, Tang Bohu's paintings, Li Bai's poems, and Su Shi's words all became the protagonists.

Hu Blow's The strongest contemporary talent came out, and the cool point exploded, and everyone was refreshed.

"It's refreshing, it's beautiful."

Li Zhe was wandering on the street, and when he saw the brightly dressed son, he went up and asked, "Brother Tai, where is the largest green building?" ”

"Brother, which Qinglou is the most famous Oiran in?"

The young man was dragged by him, either cursing in a low voice and staying away, to insult Sven. Of course, there are Svens and there must be well-dressed beasts.

No, when it came to the third person, the young man gave Li Zhe a look when he met his peers. He looked up at the sky and was puzzled, he went to the Qinglou in the morning, the girls didn't get up, and they really had a good time.

Li Zhe followed his instructions and found his destination: Lin Fangyuan.

The turtle man, who had a conspicuous black mole under the corner of his eye, was already waiting at the door, and when he saw someone coming, he greeted him warmly: "Childe hasn't seen him for a few days, and the girl is looking forward to it every day, please come in." ”

Li Zhe gave a thumbs up, look at this service attitude, this is at home, obviously he has never been here, and he almost treats this place as his home from the mouth of the turtle father.

The slightly blessed old bustard, with a fat face piled up in a ball, opened his voice and shouted: "The girls are up, there are guests." ”

She looked at Li Zhe from top to bottom, the dull robe was washed too many times and was not bright enough, the yellowed face and chin were sharp, and it looked like malnutrition.

The old bustard is quite a city government, and everyone in his heart is despised, and the smile on his face is like a flower: "Childe, the spring flowers and peach blossoms are in a hurry, come in." ”

Li Zhe frowned, these flowers were of low grade, and the old bustard looked down on people. There are a few people who stand on the street, and the great god wants to pursue the tender model of the club.

"Call out any oiran like smoke, like jade, and fragrant, this son eats by his talent, and some have the ability to be a little white face."

The bustard's complexion changed greatly, and his three fingers moved quickly. Oiran is also something that poor scholars can see, and there is no tea fee, and the bustard is too lazy to take care of people.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and Li Zhe's whole body didn't add up to a tael of silver.

"What an old bustard, he despises the talent of this son so much, he must flip the plot later, politely welcome himself in, slap his face and slap his face again."

Li Zhe pinched his chin and pondered in the living room, a girl was woken up by the old bustard's voice on the railing on the second floor, and the flamboyant was wearing a belly pocket and implicitly holding a round fan to half-cover his face, pointing at Li Zhe.

"There are a lot of people, and the opportunity to pretend to be forced has come."

Li Zhe brewed his emotions, and his voice penetrated the Quartet: "If the two feelings are long, how can they be in the morning and twilight." ”

"If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan."

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, kill one in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles."

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red."

……

Li Zhe spit out the classic poems he remembered as if he didn't want money, and the half-covered doors upstairs opened up more.

All the coquettish and weak, high-grade women of color and art all ran out to see Li Zhe pretending to be forced.

The old bustard was an Oiran when he was young, and he was knowledgeable, and after listening to a few roars with the greatest strength in his life, he instructed the turtle prince: "Close the gate to death, and today we will be closed for one day in Linfangyuan." ”

"The three Oirans all came out to pick up the guests, and there were smoke and jade." The old bustard's series of orders were very simple, "Childe, prepare a private room in the back hall, and we will only receive you today." ”

Li Zhe made a straight face and said, "No, you have to invite it twice." A slap in the face isn't cool enough. ”

"Yes, yes, you can do whatever Childe says."