Yuan Zai was mixed in the crowd with a gloomy face. He originally wanted to find an opportunity to tie up the little lady Gongsun. Unexpectedly, the guards in the Shenyuan were comparable to those of the palace. The nobles who usually wanted to enter the park to listen to music had to go through the so-called security check. As for this open day, although it could fill the inside and outside of the park, he would not have the courage to let his subordinates take action. At that time, he would probably be beaten to death by so many people.

King Yong is really a waste. Such a royal king can’t even invite a little lady!

Yuan Zai left the crowd cursingly. Although the song sung by Xiao Niangzi was graceful and beautiful, the more he saw the grand occasion of Chen Garden watching and listening, the more he felt jealous and hated Chen Guang.

Chen Xuanli put away his wine bag, and the saint entered the Shenyuan Garden, making him feel relieved. The guards in this inner garden are no worse than those in the imperial palace. The guards rotated from the Tang Dynasty escort agency are all retired veterans in the army, and even he is jealous of them.

On the terrace outside, the musicians and singers in Chenyuan were still singing songs one song after another, but in the theaters in the park, the nobles who entered the venue had already occupied the seats. Although the theaters in Chenyuan only sold monthly tickets, the lowest price was also starting from a thousand yuan, but there were many powerful people in Chang'an City, who did they look down on me if they were just Qianguan?

For example, those big Hu merchants in the West City want to spend ten times the price to buy a ticket, but they have no way to go. They can only send family slaves to queue up every day to buy the limited daily ticket. If they want to buy monthly tickets, they will first enter the Tang Dynasty.

So even though Yang Guozhong shouted to increase the tax, the Hu merchants who wanted to kill him in the west could line up from Zhuque Gate to Jinguang Gate, but those Hu merchants with millions of wealth in Chang'an County and Wannian County still sharpened their heads and wanted to grab a Chang'an household registration.

In the middle of the box on the third floor of the circular theater, Li Longji and Li Feng sat in the spacious and soft lambskin sofa. Gao Lishi, who rushed over after hearing the news, dressed up like a rich man.

"Lish, come and sit!"

Li Longji was not arrogant most of the time in front of eunuchs and nephews who were close to Gao Lishi and Li Feng, but he was no different from the old man in ordinary people's homes. This is also the reason why he liked to come to Chenyuan, because he no longer had to be the wise and powerful saint.

"Where is the playbook?"

As soon as Gao Lishi sat down, he took out the playbook of "The Legend of the Sea" and handed it to Li Longji. At this time, the theater had not yet started. Li Longji looked at the contents of the script and immediately laughed, "When Chen Lang had said that he wanted to write such a play, but he didn't expect that he would really make it. It was difficult for Yongxing Ji and the others."

Li Longji had various handwritten books left by Chen Guang. The theories about drama and art were very complicated. Chen Guang also left many outlines or singing sections of later dramas. After all, the times were different. If he copied them all, it would not only seem stiff, but also boring, so he wrote them all for reference for Li Guinian Gongsun and the others.

The Tang Dynasty regarded Taoism as the national religion, and Chaoyuan Pavilion was equivalent to the family temple of the Li Tang royal family. Li Long was also very respectful of Taoism. Although he did not explicitly suppress Buddhism, it was actually because Buddhism was deeply rooted in the people. Besides, he was arrogant and could not do anything like destroying Buddhism.

Now that he saw that "The Legend of the Sea of ​​Negroes" could actually make many young monks take the initiative to return to secular life, he naturally thought about it. He happened to remember that Chen Lang once told him that if he had the opportunity, he would do something like "world tour". Think about it carefully, this is not much more interesting than his past Fengshan Mountain.

While thinking, the lights in the theater dimmed. The musicians in the building used a bronze mirror to refract the flames on the beams of the building and hit the beams on the stage below. At this time, the narrator said, "He became a monk and moved his heart and only escaped home. One year, two years, raised his hair; three, four years, started to be a family; five, six years, challenged a family; seven, eight years, raised a baby; nine, ten years, just shouted, called me, called me, and said, "Dad, and Dad!"

The Hu merchants who came back in the theater looked at the castrate wearing monk's robe and were breathing rapidly with good men. The little monk's appearance was so handsome, and his voice was crisp and nice. "I felt the sun was drying under the forest, and I felt that my feet were drying by the pond were cold. I met thousands of Buddhas in Lingshan, and I asked for a volume of sutra. I entered the empty sect since I was a child, followed the five precepts, cut off wine and eliminated meat, burned incense and swept the floor, and read the sutra. Today, Master, my senior brother went down the mountain to copy it, and I couldn't help but walk outside the mountain gate..."

The story of the Sea of ​​Negro is not complicated. It is about the story of the little monk and the little nun Sifan going down the mountain and then getting to know each other and falling in love. Li Longji watched this play with relish. Because of Shen Guang, the Kunqu Opera, the Qin Opera, the Chu Opera, Henan Bangzi, Jiangnan Huangmei Tunes. All the later drama and musical forms he knew were blooming in this era, and were strangely integrated by Gongsun Aunt Li Guinian and other top musicians in the world. The lyrics only heard the audience's orgasm in the skull.

"Your Majesty, Bian Lingcheng is back."

"Return to the palace."

When Li Longji saw Chen Xuanli breaking in, he was not angry, but just stood up from the sofa and said, and only then did Li Feng next to him come back to his senses, "Sanlang, what's wrong?"

"Bian Lingcheng just returned from Liangzhou and brought Zhulongmang Buchinazi's head and the manuscript of Ximen's family. You must follow me to return to the palace."

"You can go."

Li Feng jumped up and said, "In the past six months, a business called storytellers have emerged in Chang'an City. Various novel stories emerge one after another. Although the language is straightforward, it is much better than the stories that can be read in just a thousand words. The stories he has been fascinated with recently are naturally "The Anxi Legion Expedition Record" written by Mr. Ximen.

Speaking of which, he only knew that Shen Lang won the battle and killed the old thief Zhulongmang Buchina. As for how Shen Lang won this battle, what a heart-wrenching story happened on the battlefield. He had long been itchy. Now he could know the story before others. He would have to wait for him to finish reading the manuscript in the palace later and then slipped to Pingkangfang and become a storyteller.

Li Longji did not call Yang Yuhuan. Since he had Shen Yuan, this beloved concubine has liked to perform here and is now the most mysterious dancer in Shen Yuan.

Half an hour later, Li Longji met Bian Lingcheng in the Daming Palace, who had been waiting for a long time. Looking at the eunuch who was limping while walking, Li Longji couldn't help but say, "You've really suffered."

"It is my blessing to be able to serve Your Majesty. Besides, this time I failed to follow the army to make an expedition and let Your Majesty down..."

While Ling Cheng presented the brocade box containing the head and manuscript, he said, when he saw Li Longji about to open the brocade box containing the head, he couldn't help but dissuade him, "Your Majesty, no!"

"How can't it be?"

"Your Majesty doesn't know that this old thief was beaten to death by Chen Lang with his fist. It's beyond recognition and is terrible!"

"Your Majesty, why not let me open it and take a look!"

Li Wen took the initiative to say that although he was a royal king, he was not only good at music, but also a master of archery. He also played very well in polo. He also went to Longyou to fight with thieves and had a few thieves in his hands. He felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Go."

He handed the brocade box to Li Guan, but Li Longji took the manuscript from another box and read it. At this time, Li Guan opened the box and saw the indescribable flesh and blood. He almost got frightened on the spot. Finally, his face turned pale and said, "How could Chen Lang give this guy..."

"At that time, Chen Lang rushed to the formation, with less than a hundred cavalry left by his side. Most of the Shattered Ye Army was killed. When fighting with the old thief, the spear and the knife were broken..."
Chapter completed!