Here is the singing and dancing in the streets of Chang'an, which has passed through the years. Over there is the shopkeeper of the wine shop, holding a pot of good wine and looking at the moon. He can't laugh three thousand feet and cry but can't get half an inch of red. The young Marquis smiled and sighed that he had been hooked up in this life. No matter if he was a shopkeeper or something else, Song Yi was Song Yi, and he, Li Chaoge, recognized it!