Li Longji: Play Some Music, My Good Ministers. I Want to Hit the Dance Floor.

Seeing Yang Guifei dancing at a club, Jiang Yu nearly drools. "If all the aunties doing square dancing looked like this, I'd go DJ for them every day! Shake it, Yang! You're so alluring!"

"Li Bai, don't learn those hype-man chants to pick up girls. I'll teach you to sing and play Chengdu!"

Li Longji: "Why is this pipa so long?"

Jiang Yu: "It's a guitar."

Li Longji: "Then this one with four strings is the pipa?"

Jiang Yu: "That's a bass!"

Li Longji: "And what is this whole set of drums?"

Jiang Yu: "Your Majesty is wise."

When Jiang Yu comes to his senses, he looks at the ministers below the stage. They're all dressed in ancient robes. "What the heck! Is this a traditional-style theme party?"

Looking closer, they're all old men in ancient robes. "Good grief! An electronic dance party in the countryside!"

I'm going to get these old guys dancing! "All you old babies out there, let's get hyped together!"

Brother Geng, your Iron Finger is a little too brutal when you crack people's skulls!

You're so bad at learning guitar. I should've taught you to sing, dance, rap, and play basketball instead.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.