Chapter 167: Li Bai's poems
Yang Yuhuan is actually not much better, with her intelligence, she already knows whose hands she will die in.
The soldiers mutinied, and they died with hatred!
In just a few words, it says it all!
The soldiers mutinied, and she was given to die.
The word 'death' is well used, and only an emperor can give death to others.
In other words, the soldier will mutiny, and the man in front of him has to give himself death in order to quell the mutiny, so it is called death with hatred.
The most important thing is that the Great Sage has already made clear the time of his death, eleven years!
Eleven years later, he will die tragically in Ma Weiyi!
Yang Yuhuan was already thinking about the back road, is there a way to escape?
Several people have their own ghosts, strolling around, admiring orchards, rice fields, pig farms and so on.
Time passes
Before I knew it, it was noon, and Lin Fangliu Tang Xuanzong and others had a takeout meal together.
As for those tourists, they either bring their own food, buy spirit fruits to satisfy their hunger, or find Lin Fang to buy takeout.
However, the price of takeaway is more expensive, a takeaway is ten taels of gold, and few people can afford to eat it.
After all, Lin Fang's ordering takeout also takes his fingers, which is very time-consuming and laborious.
Lin Fang just wanted to tell them that no matter what era, the labor cost was the highest.
"This is the legendary sacrament?"
Looking at the takeaway that suddenly appeared in front of him, Tang Xuanzong said excitedly: "There are historical records that the Holy Emperor once had the honor to taste the holy meal, saying that every meal is different, but every meal is so delicious.
Emperor Cao once regretted that he could not taste it. I didn't expect to have this honor, thank you so much. β
Lin Fang grinned and said secretly: "Why do you have to use the word holy in everything? It's okay to say anything else, but you also use holy ......... when talking about rice Leftovers, people who don't know still think that what I give you is leftovers, which will affect the reputation of my great sage!"
"By the way, when did Emperor Cao die?" Lin Fang remembered something and asked in vain.
The few people who were eating suddenly quieted down, the ancients had already avoided this word, especially when talking about it during the meal, it would be even more unappetizing.
If another person asked this question, I am afraid that I would have been slapped and flown out.
However, when it was Lin Fang who asked the question, Tang Xuanzong just smiled and said, "The Great Sage can live forever, so I don't have any scruples in this regard."
In fact, it's nothing, Emperor Cao died in 709. Before she died, she took her grandson and I instructed me to have time to replace her, thank you for letting her live a few more years and make Datang more brilliant. β
"709?"
Lin Fang muttered and said secretly: "It seems that her life span has only increased by 4 years, and she should have died in 705." β
After only four years, Lin Fang didn't believe that Wu Zetian could make any earth-shaking changes.
"It's nothing. β
Speaking of this, Lin Fangcai suddenly remembered, "By the way, there are regulations here, the emperor can only come once in his life, and he will come less in the future!"
Tang Xuanzong suddenly smiled bitterly, there is still a place in this world that is restricted to himself, the emperor.
However, it was the Great Sage in front of him, but he could only nod, "Okay, according to what the Great Sage said." β
"Don't blame me. Lin Fang explained: "You all know about Wu Zetian. β
"Now that Wuzhi Mountain is about to become an immortal mountain, almost everyone who comes to me can prolong their lives, so when the emperor has to limit the number of times he comes.
Ordinary people are casual, but it also depends on whether they can pay the high amount of money. β
"Well, I don't take worldly money. Lin Fang said, groaned, and then said, "That's it." Li Bai wrote a few poems as a visit and meal money, and Yang Yuhuan came to dance. As for Tang Xuanzong, write the sub-word and then go. β
Several people looked at each other, and they all couldn't laugh or cry.
"Great Sage, if the Great Sage doesn't dislike it, Yuhuan can have a dance. Yang Yuhuan spoke first.
Lin Fang waved his hand again and again, "Don't worry, let's create slowly after eating, anyway, when will it be finished, and when will we leave." β
Several people were helpless, but they had to nod and say, "Yes, Great Sage." β
I didn't expect that when they arrived at the Great Sage, they all had to sell their arts and eat.
I can't help but laugh when I think about it, but they don't care if they can have a good relationship with the Great Sage.
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Soon, after eating and drinking, Li Bai and Tang Xuanzong were not ambiguous, and immediately left their works.
When a poet or calligrapher is a poet, he naturally hopes that his work will be recognized by others, especially if this person is a great sage.
Although Li Bai is still depressed, his poems are all from the past, just a few strokes.
Lin Fang was about to be freshly baked, and the rice paper with a faint ink fragrance was brought to the screen, and he said excitedly to the live broadcast room.
"Li Bai's poems, and Tang Xuanzong's calligraphy, all have their signatures on them, and now a painting is one million, buy it quickly. β
"Wow, finally waiting for my Li Bai's poem, I want to buy it, Brother Monkey. β
"Alas, I still remember the scene when a scripture book was 10,000 yuan, and now the price is getting more and more expensive. β
"Upstairs, don't be satisfied. In the past, wasn't the balance of banana fans so cheap? Just buy a few and sell them to earn hundreds of times the price. β
"Yes, how many people have Brother Monkey brought rich!"
"I also got rich overnight in the balanced Tianyi market. I propose that those of us who get rich first can set up a group and get some funds or start-ups together, and find ways to make the other people in the group get rich later. β
"This can be had, Big Guy Xie!"
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Regarding the actions of those people in the live broadcast room, Lin Fang didn't say much.
There are so many people in the live broadcast room that it's impossible to want everyone to get rich, but if you can make more people rich, that's pretty good.
"Okay, in addition, I have Yang Guifei to perform a dance for you, which can be regarded as some benefits for everyone. β
"Yang Guifei's danceΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β· Brother Monkey Xie"
"I'm so excited, I've already set Yang Guifei's photo as wallpaper, I didn't expect to see her dancing, I'm so happy!"
"By the way, Brother Monkey, can you let Yang Guifei say something to get up, I want to set it as a wake-up alarm. β
"You guys, that's enough!"
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Regarding the proposal of the audience in the live broadcast room, Lin Fang was still very moved, and said secretly: "Oh, I knew that I should record the voices of Chang'e and others, and set them all as alarm sounds, and I should be able to make a lot of money." β
"Ahem, I'll propose this, now let's go to the store and buy autographs. β
"I'll watch the dance live in a while. β
Lin Fang said, and had uploaded his signature to the store.
This time, the sale is several easy-to-understand poems by Li Bai, such as "Silent Night Thoughts", "Wanglu Mountain Waterfall", etc., as well as Tang Xuanzong's calligraphy.
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