Datang broom star

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This is Datang, what kind of country and nation, no one pays attention to these concepts at all, what book do you say the country endorses?

Gold, silver and copper, plus hard currency such as cloth, these are the currencies that the people trust.

It is naturally impossible to issue silver coins according to the actual currency value.Add [-]% copper to silver coins, and the difference between the [-]% copper and silver is the seigniorage.

The food and drink came, and the three sat down.

"Brother."

Li Jingye raised his glass.

Then he raised his glass again, "Mr. Yan."

Yan Liben wondered, "There is nothing to do in the Criminal Department in broad daylight? You Aunt doesn't care about you."

This is teaching people in the tone of the elders.

Li Jingye said: "Mr. Yan, why did you come to the brothel when you were in the Yamen?"

This Tie Hanhan is not stupid, Li Ji has been beaten to death by him, what is Yan Liben?

Yan Liben coughed dryly, "Where's that willow?"

The old bustard waited happily on the side, hearing the words said: "Yang Liu went to bed last night when he was writing poems and playing the piano until he was ugly, and he hasn't woken up yet!"

Yan Liben praised: "It really is Lan Xinhui's nature."

Jia Pingan thought of two words.

The old bustard said cautiously: "Jia Lang, if there is a poem from Yangliu, she will come down."

Yan Liben's eyes lit up, "Xiao Jia's five steps into a poem, it's a trivial matter."

That's a five-step snake!

Jia Pingan said, "No time."

After finishing speaking, he continued to talk nonsense with Li Jingye.

The bustard was startled.

Yan Liben urged: "Xiao Jia, that's Yangliu. How many people in Chang'an want to see her but can't."

Jia Pingan shook his head, and said to Li Jingye: "The Ministry of Punishment is such a gangster, I will take you out when I get a chance."

"Trouble elder brother, you have planned for me." Li Jingye said sincerely: "My little brother wants to work in the state and county."

Jia Pingan shook his head, "Let's stay in Chang'an!"

Li Jingye was puzzled, "Why?"

Jia Pingan raised his glass, "You can only harm the prostitutes in Pingkangfang in Chang'an, but you will harm the common people when you go down there, and you may even harm yourself."

This simple-minded man felt that he was wise and mighty after Luo Binwang and others pushed him on, and he had the appearance of a famous official in the Tang Dynasty, so he raised troops and ended up harming himself and others.

Li Jingye: ""

Yan Liben said, "Xiao Jia, hurry up and write poetry."

Jia Pingan shook his head, "I really don't have time."

Yan Liben wondered, "I keep those poems, why not use them to win the hearts of beauties?"

Old Yan is actually a star chaser even in his old age.

Jia Pingan shook his head, "Not interested."

He likes a lot of songs, but the songs he likes are just songs, just like eating an egg. You think this egg is delicious, but you don’t need to go madly in love with the chicken that lays the egg.

He has been this piss since he was young, a very popular star came to his hometown, a group of people blocked the road, and he drove by on a motorcycle, feeling calm.

Someone asked him why he didn't pursue stars.

Jia Ping'an's answer was: "Poor!"

Star chasing also costs money and time.He was so tired after working all day that he had no time.Secondly, is it not comfortable to spend money on star chasing to buy a new pair of pants?

When star and reality meet, of course he chooses reality.

As he gradually matured, his three views were fixed. In his eyes, there is no difference between celebrities and ordinary people, but they are more refined.

The only thing he wanted to go to in his previous life was Lao Cui's rock concert, but that wasn't chasing stars, he just wanted to experience the taste of rock live.

"play music!"

Jia Ping'an suddenly became interested.

"Jia Lang wants to compose poetry?"

The bustard was ecstatic.

Jia Pingan shook his head, "Sing!"

The musician came to ask, "Zhao Guogong, what tune card do you want?"

Jia Pingan said casually: "Just make the movement bigger."

The music starts, but unfortunately there is no suona.

But the movement is big enough.

In the room, a woman was lying on a big bed.

The red quilt couldn't hide her exquisite figure, her white and tender face showed a hint of impatience, Yang Liu frowned, "Anyone can see me, so what am I?"

The maid smiled and said, "Who is the slave to take a look at?"

The maid rushed out, then came back in a hurry, and said excitedly: "My lady, it is Zhao Guogong who is here."

Yang Liu's body moved violently, as if trying to sit up, but immediately lay down again.

"So what if he comes?"

The maid was surprised, "Lady, Zhao Guogong is the favorite man in Chang'an brothel, not to mention handsome, he has both martial arts and poetic talent."

The eyelashes trembled, and Yang Liu said reservedly: "That has to be seen, a woman can't agree to something easily, otherwise she will lower her self-worth. Do you understand?"

The maid nodded, "Understood! But it's Jia Lang!"