Chapter 1222: Better than life in the court

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Yimian Yuxiao couldn't answer--he is a character in the rivers and lakes, how can I understand what is happening in the army?
But the emperor asked, and he couldn't help answering, "This ... Wei Chen also can't remember, or the emperor gave Wei Chen some time and went back to the minister to confirm it."
"No, just ask another person," Ye Liuli said to the door. "Summer, you invite Master Wei."
"Yes, emperor." Midsummer turned to call the captain.
After a short while, Master Wei Wei entered, "subordinates have seen the emperor."
"Master Wei, can there be specialized literary soldiers or kabuki in the army that perform regularly for the soldiers?"
"Return to the emperor, no." Lord Wei was decisive.
"Okay, look back and wait for the long song to come, I will discuss with him to add some literary soldiers to relieve the boredom of the soldiers in training," said Ye Liuli to the maiden maiden who just finished singing, "This is to give you silver Add twelve reasons. If Changge thinks it is feasible, look back and continue to reward you. "
The palace lady Mei Zizi stepped forward and knelt down, "Thank you, Emperor."
The other maids boiled and began to rack their brains to think of novelties. After all, there were rewards and white flowers!
"Emperor, slaves have tunes."
"Emperor, there is a legend there."
"The emperor, there is a martial arts martial art in the hometown of slaves."
Ye Liuli was startled. "Wait a minute, you are quiet."
Everyone was quiet.
"Wulin martial art, is that martial art martial art that fought around?"
"Back to the emperor, yes."
"Come on, what kind of school, what do they do every day, is it fun?"
The palace lady just blurted out in anxiety, but did not expect the emperor to be so interested. "It seems to be called the blue wolf faction. There are a dozen people who practice farming in the mountains on weekdays, and only come down to the village when they sell mountain products."
"Farming? Martial arts people still farming?" Ye Liuli was surprised.
"Return to the emperor, yeah, Wulin knows that he also needs to eat. Where can he eat the food if he doesn't farm?" The palace lady seriously explained, "Wu Lin people are very hard, and they don't do less farm work than our rural people."
Midsummer rolled his eyes—please, it ’s all done by small schools and small schools. The real big schools have industries and businesses. Would n’t there be any shortage of silver?
Yimian Yuxiao also groaned in her heart, but at the same time keenly discovered the opportunity-this queen is a person who hates boring novelty, especially yearning for rivers and lakes. Oh, the so-called curious person has a short life, he has a way!
Ye Liuli continued to question, for example, the martial arts of the Blue Wolf faction is not high, are there handsome guys and beautiful women, are there any stories about rivers and lakes, and so on.
Disappointingly, however, the blue wolf pie is too small, just like the Xiao Wu Guan entertaining itself.
Ye Liuli said, "Okay, reward for the May 2nd, go on, martial arts rumors are preferred."
Immediately, two more people signed up to tell the story of what martial arts the distant relatives joined.
In fact, after going through the martial arts conference, I met Huang Yitong and Jun Luohua. Ye Liuli knew about the style and luxury of the martial arts, but it was also interesting to hear the stories of these martial arts.
Regardless of the grievances of the martial arts, or the small days of self-sufficiency of the martial arts, it is better than the boring court life.
After listening to the three palace maids, Liu Qin hurriedly asked, "Are there any? Are there any stories about the rivers and lakes?"
Everyone didn't answer because it was gone.
There is no story to dare not to talk nonsense, after all, to talk nonsense, but the crime of bullying the king, because of a couple of silver and lost his head, not worth it!
Ye Liuli saw that there was no story to hear, and leaned disappointedly on the teacher's chair, lazily, "you, go on."