Chapter 417 A Wild Goose Is Like a Horn

When the first rendition of "Drink up the wine and fill it up again, I won't pay it back until I'm drunk tonight", everyone in the garden stopped.

Li Longji frowned.

Li Chengqi grinned and took a breath: "This song kills the fighting spirit of the soldiers. It is a song for defeat. How can Brother Yi teach Yulin Feiqi to learn this?"

"Swan geese, pairs of birds are lined up in the sky..." it sounded again for the second time.

Compared with the first time, the sergeants sang more deeply and emotionally.

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

He came back after a while, went to Li Longji's side, bent down and said, "When the proprietor was talking to the Queen and Guo Changshi, he somehow mentioned being surrounded on all sides."

If Fan Fan says something, everyone next to him will understand.

Li Longji chuckled twice: "It turns out that this song was sung for Turkic people to listen to. It has good music and good lyrics."

Li Chengqi listened to the sound again: "I have never heard the sound of this piano before, and it seems to have a richer sound than Xi Qin."

Fan Fan gave the answer: "The proprietor ordered it to be made, saying that the resonance box is bigger, and it was transformed from Xi Qin.

The qin is carved with a horse head, which is curved and suitable for hanging. The proprietor called it the horse head qin. "

"Go and ask if there are any more?" Li Chengqi was interested.

"Go to Hujia again." Li Longji followed.

Fan Fan left again and soon came back with a Morin Qin and a Hujia.

Li Chengqi took the matouqin, looked at it, touched it, and flicked the strings a few times.

Waiting to put on the bow, pull it gently, find a few sounds, and nod to Li Longji.

Li Longji put the Hujia to his mouth, and the two played almost at the same time, just in time to keep up with the rhythm of the song being sung again.

As soon as the low sounds of Hujia and Dongxiao came out, Hongyan's song became even more sad.

Several other kings sang quietly beside them, which made people feel like they wanted to cry.

After they finished singing, Li Dan smiled: "Hahahaha, good song. Since we focus on defense against the Turks, why not ask the soldiers to sing over there."

"Many people in Tubo will also like it." Concubine Doulu said.

"Brother Yi is indeed a great talent. There should be more such good songs in the opera house." Li Longji thought of expanding the scale.

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

"Pass it to Chang'an City first." Li Chengqi gave the idea.

That night, a large group of people moved into the bungalow. Fortunately, the bedding was new. They used it and took it with them when they left tomorrow.

On May 17, a large group of people left.

Li Dan and Li Dan have also left. The child is one month old and they want to return to the palace.

The team delivering newspapers to twenty counties set out before dawn. As soon as the gate of Chang'an opened, the team delivering newspapers to Chang'an entered.

The children were divided into places to wait, and the newspaper van arrived.

They loaded the newspapers, took the two buns, ate them wholeheartedly, drank two more mouthfuls of water, and started selling newspapers.

A large pile of newspapers was brought directly to the place rented by the people of Fanbang to store newspapers.

Bo Yin, the leader of Tubo, was still waiting, and promised to wait for half a month.

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

He felt that every day passed very slowly now, and he was worried that someone in Lijiazhuangzi's reference room would notice that something was missing.

Until then, if Li Yi wants to buy alcohol again, he won't sell it at all.

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

The newspapers have been moved to the rented courtyard, but the smell of ink still lingers in Honglu Temple.

What he didn't know was that under the instigation of a large Turkic tribe, various tribes in the Tibetan state had organized their manpower.

These people are ready to sneak in and steal the good stuff.

They put the skill of stealing hot air balloons first.

The skill of stealing gunpowder comes second.

Steal other skills and put them in third place.

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

Their strongholds outside the city are all operational, and they are now waiting for the moon to 'disappear'.

That night, in Pingkangfang.

"Hongyan, in the sky..." Nanqu Xinyan and the others came back and brought back a piano.

They have finished learning the symphony of Butterfly, and now they are practicing.

The piano is an instrument that Li Yi had to endure a lot of hardships when he was learning it.

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

I estimate that after practicing for another half month, I will be able to play Butterfly with other instruments.

In the middle of the night, people from a small tribe who went to Pingkangfang to drink came back and were drunk.

As he walked, he hummed Hongyan and sang, tears streaming down his face.

After entering Honglu Temple, not long after, more people started singing.

Bo Yan, who lay down insomnia, finally fell asleep and was awakened by the singing.

He listened carefully and found it pleasant at first. He couldn't remember the words, but he could hum along with the music.

After humming twice, he sat up suddenly, sweating all over.

"No, this kind of music cannot be sung, Hongyan, return from the north, take my thoughts with you.

After hearing this, the Turks and our soldiers on the Tibetan border could fight against the Tang army. "

After saying that, Boyan put on his clothes and ran out. He arrived in a courtyard where the sound came from.

When we went in, many people were not afraid of mosquito bites. They were playing the harp, playing the harp, and singing.

Boyu grabbed a Turk's arm and said, "Le Yu, where did you learn this song?"

"Ah, it was Ka Dali who came to Pingkangfang. Everyone in Pingkangfang was singing. It was a song written by Li Yi from Lijiazhuangzi. This song is nice. Li Yi is quite capable."

Le Men smiled and praised Li Yi.

Boyan's scalp was numb, and he nodded numbly: "Yes, he is quite capable, Li Yi, Li Yi, Li Yi."

He called Li Yi louder and louder each time, shouted three times in a row, and slapped his thigh hard: "Li Yi, what is your intention in composing the song "Zhi Zhi"?

After Boyan's words came out, the surrounding gradually became quiet.

He shouted: "This song is like being spread among the troops guarding the border. Think about it, if everyone sings it at night, if 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, but the war is in a state of confrontation. The longer the time goes by, the more this song will kill the fighting spirit."

"The siege of Gaixia."

"There is nothing we can do if we know it. Doesn't the Tang Dynasty not have the Song of Thought? The Tang Army can also fight. We also have it there. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Why be afraid of a song."

"Yes, we have a lot of similar songs there."

Everyone started talking.

Boyan shook his head, turned around and went back lonely.

He found that these envoys were short-sighted. Is this a question of a song?

This is clearly Li Yi's idea of ​​solving the battle from all aspects. He made the hot air balloon and specially composed the song.

It can be said that Li Yi deliberately planned to provide comprehensive assistance for the wars between Tang, Tubo and Turks.

Now it’s gunpowder, hot air balloons, and songs, what else will come next?

He thought, went back to his room and lay down, but couldn't fall asleep again. He had been suffering from insomnia recently.

The courtyard where we sang just now was quiet. Everyone said it didn't matter, but in fact they were still very scared.

They can guess that soon, their language version of Hongyan will appear and spread to various tribes at the same time.

"Oh! Singing a song actually feels like a war." Someone said in a bad mood.

"It's been like this since the hot air balloon took off." The person next to him knew the root cause.

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

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