Datang: Only by resisting the decree can we become stronger

Therefore, the age of marriage was adjusted to the limit of the reproductive age.

But I didn't expect that Wang Gui and Wei Zheng, appointed by Li Shimin and responsible for Anmin Liguo, would completely change this age because of this matter between Li Qiu and Wu Jue!

This favor, I owe a lot!

So, Li Qiu and Wu Jue, who was overwhelmed with surprise, hurriedly got up, bowed respectfully and saluted.

Thank you so much.

However, Li Qiu still asked with some concern: "This revision of the decree on the age of marriage will have a big impact."

"Won't it cause big trouble to several adults?"

Wang Gui smiled and waved his hands, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Your Majesty is busy with everything, and you don't care too much about such trivial matters."

"Come, prepare the banquet."

"The next thing is to drink while waiting to listen to the music!"

Afterwards, when the banquet started and everyone was in high spirits, some people brought up the musical instruments that had been prepared a long time ago.

Next, under the expectant eyes of everyone including Wu Jue, Li Qiu smiled slightly and sat in front of the piano.

Then he played the piano with seriousness and concentration.

A melodious and melodious "Blessing Lovers" spread to everyone's ears.

When this incomparably unique melody hits the ear, it quickly makes people intoxicated.

Wang Gui, Wei Zheng, Wu Jue and others unconsciously put down the wine glasses and chopsticks in their hands.

Wang Gui, who was obsessed with rhythm, even closed his eyes.

Just to focus on listening to this piano sound.

At the beginning of this piece, the melody is soft and lyrical, as if depicting a beautiful picture of spring, birds singing and flowers fragrant.

In the first part of the song, the melody is clear and cheerful, which makes people seem to feel the liveliness, happiness and comfort in it.

In the middle of the piece, the style and melody change suddenly.

First, the melody is depressive and severe, and the tone is gloomy, which makes people feel nervous and panic, and then it is sad, mournful, resentful, and miserable.

In the end, the music style once again returned to the calm, soothing and soft way it was at the beginning.

All of this is like experiencing a dream, heartbreaking and mesmerizing.

Like Wu Jue, who has experienced great sorrow and joy, despair and new life today, he can understand the meaning expressed in this song.

When the song ended, she had already cried silently into tears.

He ran over directly and threw himself into Li Qiu's arms, tears pouring out once again.

She really can't bear to part with tomorrow...

Chapter 225 The power of living printing, revealed for the first time

When the song ended, Wang Gui sighed and drank a glass of wine.

"This song is a masterpiece!"

"Crying like complaining, melodious and frustrating, it makes people happy, angry, sad, and heartbroken."

"It's really not enough to listen to."

Wei Ting also drank a glass of wine, shook his head and said with emotion: "After listening to this song, does this wine seem to be so bitter?"

As for Wei Zheng, unexpectedly, he directly handed the pen and paper to Li Qiu and Wu Jue.

"Li Qiu, and Miss Wu Sui."

"Could you both please write out the score?"

For his request, Li Qiu and Wu Jue naturally obeyed.

Then he wrote out the score and handed it back to him.

At this time, Wei Zheng handed it to the people in the mansion, and said: "Take this score down, and copy a few more copies."

"Give it to Wang Gui and Wei Ting to take it away later."

"The rest will be sent to the most famous brothels in Pingkangfang in the morning tomorrow."

When he heard about Pingkangfang, Feng Li was overjoyed and raised his head in surprise.

"I said Master Wei, when did you establish contact with Pingkangfang?"

Wei Zheng rolled his eyes and gave him a blank look, "Where did you come from?"

"I'm just learning from Master Wang Gui's experience and lessons."

"Didn't the old bustards and girls of Pingkang Fang block up the gate of Wang Gui's house during the last leisurely excursion?"

"This incident was almost written into the history books by the historian, and it became a good story."

"As soon as Li Qiu's Butterfly Lovers comes out, it is bound to cause another storm in Chang'an City."

"So before the bustards and girls from Pingkang Square block my door, I'd better be conscious and take the initiative to send them the score."

At this time, Wei Ting couldn't help laughing, "Haha, Mr. Wei, you don't know something."

"A while ago, I happened to be chatting with an official of the Zhishi Museum with a good relationship, and I really mentioned this matter during the period."

"Master Wang Gui's name, and the incident of being blocked by a brothel woman, have really been written into the historical records of "Xiaoyaoyou"."

"Our Lord Wang Gui's name, even if we don't become the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, it will still be famous in history."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Gui, who was drinking over there, sprayed directly.

"Is this true?!"

"How did these bastard historians agree to me last time?"

"How dare they break their promise?!"

"I'll go find them to discuss it tomorrow!"

"How can this old man's famous name be related to those bustards and divas?!"

……

Early the next morning, Li Qiu rushed to the south gate of Chang'an City, in front of Anhua Gate, to bid farewell to the warriors Xun and Wu Jue.

This time, Wu Jue was no longer reserved and shy, and threw himself into Li Qiu's arms with tears in his eyes.

Reluctantly.

And Li Qiu kept comforting her, saying that he would go to Jingzhou to visit her and play with her.

And, when he returns to Chang'an for the next Wujuan New Year's Eve, Li Qiuming's matchmaker will be married and welcome her in.

It took a lot of effort to calm Wu Jue's mood.

Before leaving, Li Qiu specially handed Wu Jue a sandalwood box, which contained a book hardbound with gold and silver thread, Liang Zhu.

"Brother Li Qiu, what's in here?"

Li Qiu squeezed her hand, "This is a book, Liang Zhu."

"It's also a supporting story for yesterday's song."

"I'll give it to you together, so you can watch it on the road."

In the end, Wu Jue cherished it very much, hugged the exquisite sandalwood box in his arms, and reluctantly said goodbye to Li Qiu.

The story of Liang Zhu has already been written.

After the movable-type printing craftsmen in the Hibiscus Garden finished the hundred copies of the gold-thread Bible, Li Qiu also handed over the book Liang Zhu to them.

Start making templates.

That is, recently, it has just been completed, and mass printing has begun.

So the emergence and dissemination of this Butterfly Lovers song is just right.

After seeing off Wu Jue and the Wu family's convoy, Li Qiu returned to the Furong Garden.

It is inevitable that he still feels a little lost and reluctant, after all, he is already used to it now, in this Furong Garden and Furong Academy, Wu Jue's busy figure with a frown and a smile.

Seeing him like this, Luo Kexin comforted him very intimately.

He also suggested that after the work here is over, they can play together in Jingzhou together.

I used to hear Li Qiu say that the scenery over there is very beautiful, but I have never been there or seen it.

She was also quite curious.

……

On the other side, in Pingkangfang, when they heard that Mr. Xiaoyao had a new song, all the brothels, bustards, and girls all erupted instantly.

Immediately, Liang Zhu's score and music, like a hurricane, spread to every corner of the entire Pingkang Square in an instant.

And when those singers and girls played the song according to the music score.

It almost made everyone cry.

Here, although they are beautiful and know how to sing and sing, they are all poor people in this world.

This sad and heart-pounding song "Liang Zhu" really easily resonated with them.

It immediately became the love of their lives.

If we say that the previous Getaway was bold and unrestrained, it was written especially for Wang Gui, Wei Zheng, Wei Ting and other hermits.

Then this Butterfly Lovers song can be said to be tailor-made for poor women like them.

Soon, in just a few days, this Liang Zhu spread from Pingkangfang to the entire Chang'an city at the speed of the wind.

In every rich family's house, every day, the singer is asked to play repeatedly many times.

It's so beautiful, so captivating.

And those ordinary people all gathered near Pingkangfang, standing on the street, listening to the music played from the brothel for free.

Even Li Shimin and Empress Changsun in the palace have heard of the fame of this Liang Zhu song.

Then let the musicians in the palace arrange it carefully, and after playing it with multiple instruments, the effect will go a step further.

Can't help but be amazed, admired.

Li Shimin praised Li Qiu, saying that this kid is an all-rounder.

The mouth is full of praise, and the expression is full of pride.

Empress Changsun smiled even more joyfully.

Just when the song of Butterfly Lovers became popular in Chang'an City, a novel with the same name as the song, "The Butterfly Lovers", was also published in Li Qiu's unnamed restaurant at the same time.

Because Liang Zhu's song is too famous, once this news is released, there is no need to advertise.

The traffic in the entire East City of Chang'an City was immediately paralyzed.

There are countless common people, high-ranking officials and nobles who line up to buy books at the entrance of Li Qiu's small restaurant.

Chapter 226 These Books Are Not Copied By Hand

After Cai Lun improved papermaking in the Eastern Han Dynasty, the use of paper began to be popularized in the Tang Dynasty.

However, the earliest woodblock printing was invented in the middle of the Tang Dynasty in more than 700 AD.

As for Bi Sheng's improved movable type printing, it was already a matter of the Song Dynasty.

At this time in the Tang Dynasty, there were also books for sale.

However, all the books sold are hand-copied.

Because copying by hand is time-consuming, troublesome, and prone to mistakes and omissions, the books sold are also very expensive.

A book of about 2000 words costs about [-] Wen.

Ordinary families cannot afford it.