There is a place on Chang'an Street that is famous night shop called Qingle Street.

It takes only a few miles from the ancestral temple of the Imperial City to the West City, and this is the long street. There are all kinds of wineries, pavilions, vendors, snacks, and gouaches.

Walking on this Qingle Street, if you pass through the famous Yueqiao, you will have another beautiful view. The beautiful girl is wearing a light white gauze, with red sleeves, singing and dancing in the high pavilion. The pretty woman sits on the platform with a fan, throwing her eyes at the migrant poets coming and going.

"Waiter, get me the best wine."

Looking at the boy who buried his head on the wine table, the servant who was drinking responded loudly: "Hello, I'll bring it to you right away."

Who doesn't know that this famous prodigal son of Chang'an City is the prince Zhao Qin, who loves to go to the romance and moon to find flowers and willows, and there are not many friends in Chang'an City. As for the flower rice pot, the beautiful willow who is waiting for this romantic little prince to spend a lot of money, I'm afraid I'll have to line up to the ancestral temple.

"Waiter, serve wine..." He picked up a piece of peanut sprinkled on the table and chewed it in his mouth. Seeing that the wine was slower, Zhao Qin shouted at the winekeeper again.

"Good Huadiao, please use it slowly... Remember to give me some instructions if you have anything to do." The servant who was drinking stuffed the green jade wine pot containing the wine into the hands of the young master who was drunk and fell on the table. He was not in a hurry and just waited by the side.

The young master kowtowed the peanuts in his mouth, pulled off the wine and stuffed it into his head, put it beside his nose and smelled it.

"Good wine, good wine... I have a reward! I have a reward!" The young master was drunk and took out a few gold ingots and put them on the table. He ignored the servant anymore, and the young master started drinking on his own.

The servant picked up the golden ingot with a smile, and did not forget to flatter him.

The young man smiled and stopped, drove away the servant, picked up a pot of wine and raised his head to drink. At this moment, seven or eight empty wine pots were neatly piled up on the square table in front of him. He wiped a lot of wine from the thick brocade robe of the man, and he felt like he had soaked in the wine pool, all over the wine. After drinking the wine in the glass, he didn't care. He stood up and walked out of the door, half drunk and half awake, swaying to the market.

But the drunk man couldn't walk a few steps, and after crossing the stone bridge, he swayed to the ground. The girls on both sides of the Huai River saw him lying drunk on the ground, laughing as the flowers trembled, showing a graceful and wonderful state.

"Little Prince, you really want to destroy my family." The girl in the building shouted at the top of her voice, holding her handkerchief.

"What a fucking thing. If you haven't been there for only a few days, you little girl will be so hungry." The little prince in Chang'an City never brought a single word "elegant" when he talked nonsense.

Those girls were not surprised, but instead stood among the buildings and posed for a more effort.

"Enemy, you are here. You don't know that Zhenzhen misses you, and she's sick. She was still calling your name in her dream last night." An old mother from the Red House hurried over to support the distinguished guest, and whispered something romantic.

"If you don't go, don't go, this wine is not as good as a beauty. If you want a beauty, I will drink flower wine. But I just want to drink tonight. Don't drag me, I won't go no matter what I say..." The little prince wearing a brocade robe in a python pattern pushed away a group of Yingyingyan, picked up a wine pot and sat at the door of the brothel and drank it hard.

Seeing that he was unconscious, the madam was drunk at the entrance of the brothel and quickly ordered someone to come over and invite the little prince to rest in the private room. However, the eldest prince was drunk and drove away the servant who came to help him.

"My good prince, great official... don't you really want to go up and sit?" The old mother was wearing long embroidered satin and stretched out a fat hand with a jade ring to support the drunk little prince.

"If I really want to go, I will go without you calling. I really don't want to go. Even if you invite me, I won't go."

Knowing the style of these playboys, the old mother was not in a hurry. She attached herself to the little prince's ear and said, "A few days ago, a group of girls sent by the Southern Barbarians came, all of them were young..."

Before he could finish his words, the young prince, who was the most romantic on weekdays, swept off the old mother's palm that covered her ears.

"Haha... I have never seen any girl before. tall, short, fat, thin, hairy, hairless, and no, if you don't go..."

This most popular tourist in Chang'an City started to drink and said dirty words, even the experienced old mother couldn't help but spit on him.

Seeing that there was no chance, the old mother cleaned her collar for him. "If the little prince really wants to drink, then I will treat you to drink. How much can I drink? It's mine. I don't have any money tonight."

Seeing a drunk man blocking him in front of the door, he was afraid that he would not even be able to do business. The old mother was very proud to invite the little prince to a banquet.

"If you don't drink your wine in vain, you should give it as much as you want, and you won't be short of money..." As expected, the little prince moved away and looked for a table closest to the window with drunken eyes and sat down.

"Master, use it slowly."

In a moment, a table of good wine and food was delivered to the little prince. However, Zhao Qin didn't even lift the chopsticks, grabbed the wine pot and poured it into his mouth.

"Hey, little prince... drink slowly." Seeing that he was drinking fiercely, an "old girl" wearing gauze and wearing thick rouge on her face kindly grabbed his wine glass.

"Get out... I'm drinking, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Qin snatched the wine glass and poured another glass. While raising the glass, the glass of wine reflected his ugly appearance. Zhao Qin suddenly laughed and then drank hard.

He left a few silver notes and carried two pots of strong wine. Zhao Qin shook and walked downstairs.

"Don't drink a little wine and you will be clean..."

But even he didn't know that just now, he was drinking the strong wine alone, and was heart-wrenchingly painful, and he hurriedly grabbed the wine glass and came to this place of romance. Now he wanted to find a quiet place to raise his glass and drink alone. He could not bear the lonely atmosphere, just like the prosperous appearance of the entire Chang'an City, which could not find a quiet place.

There are more than one lonely life traveler, there are thousands of people every day, and each one is a sand gull in the world.

Lin Ziyun, alone, stumbled out of the alley.

He didn't know how long he had walked, so he should be far enough from Changyue Mansion.

The coolness of the night made him tremble. But the chill was far less direct than the pain in his heart. He took a step forward and continued to cross the next street. He walked alone, without a way back or a place to go.

Fortunately, there is also a bright moon in the sky here, and there are also stars in the sky in this world.

As the third update approached, the lights were gradually extinguished. There was no noise on the street, so Lin Ziyun carefully slowed down his footsteps.

When he walked to a alley, there was still a steam in a store that was still simmering, filling the long lights.

"Apricot blossom wine, braised pork noodles", looked at the sign, and Lin Ziyun thought to himself that it was a place to eat. He sighed softly, swallowing clouds and fog in the autumn night. He didn't take a few steps, slowly retreated, squinting his eyes and looking at the sign on the shop.

"Waiter, do you have any wine?"

"Hey, come on, guest, what do you want to order..." A guy dressed up as he heard a guest shouting outside, quickly took off the cloth towel on his shoulder and wiped the table.

"It's really bad luck, no, it's all midnight, why don't you go stealing chickens here?" The waiter saw that the person who came in was wearing a tattered cloth clothes and a pair of straw sandals with exposed toes on his feet, and quickly changed his words and scolded him. The waiter didn't go to wipe the table and was about to chase Lin Ziyun out.

Lin Ziyun was too lazy to argue with the waiter who was looking down on the slutty. He shook his shoulders and shook the waiter's palm. He sat down straight towards the nearest table. He touched his pocket and took out a few copper coins to slap it on the table.

The only penny left fell on the small table that was not wiped clean and was stained with vegetables and wine ash. Lin Ziyun turned over a large bowl spread on the table and said, "Filling wine..."

Seeing that he was rich, it was really hard to drive him out. He smiled and quickly brought a jar of wine to put it on the table.

Chang'an City, Qingle Street, Xinghua Tavern.

Lin Ziyun lifted the wine jar and sucked his head. He didn't know whether the wine was spicy or bitter, and tears were shining in his eyes.

"Crazy..." The guy who brought a jar of old wine threw the tablecloth on his shoulder and whispered.

The winery poured a sip of strong wine into his throat, spitting out a sip of spicy wine, and the night evaporated and disappeared in an instant.

If wine does not get drunk, people will be drunk. If a person wants to get drunk, then wine will not be alcohol, but alcohol.

"Wine and singing, how much life is? It's like morning dew, the days are more painful..." The poor foreigner finally couldn't help but scream. Life is like a dream, when will the dream wake up? Maybe waking up is also a dream. It's better to be a big dream of spring and autumn, and no matter who is right or wrong, who is you and me?

That night, the luxurious young master bumped along the road and arrived at the only tavern on the evening street with lights on it.

There are no pedestrians on Chang'an Street.

The person who knocked on the update had already finished the last hammer of the third update, and a drizzle had already started in the sky. The autumn rain fell on the Qingbaishi Street, annihilated the dust of the imperial city for a day, dripping on the top of the black-sailed boat in the Huai River, splashing the fallen flowers and wandering away.

When the guy saw someone slamming into the door, he wanted to take a stool. Zhao Qin opened his heavy eyes hard and burped at the guy. The guy saw that the guy was wearing a precious brocade robe and embroidered with a flying python. When he saw that the guy was sewn with the best embroiderer, he saw that he had sewed it with the best embroiderer. The guy was knowledgeable and knew that he was a noble young man and dared not offend him.

"Master, the shop is closed... Come early tomorrow." Although this man was so drunk, he didn't dare to offend him anymore and spoke slowly.

"Bah... I'm still seeing someone eating and drinking here, get out of here..." Which wealthy person in the dynasty is easy to mess with? He asked this guy to meet the most difficult ghost, Zhao Qin, the prince of King Zhao Pingyang.

"Brother, can I sit down?"

If all the civil and military officials of the court were here, the playboys in Chang'an City would definitely not believe such polite words were spoken out from Prince Pingyang.

Lin Ziyun looked at the young master in brocade clothes and saw his drunken face, for no reason.

"Get out of here, I'll drink, don't talk to me."

Despised by a beggar and pushed away by him, Zhao Qin slowly got up, held it on the cold bench and breathed. Zhao Qin looked at the drinker again. His hair was not long and his face was a bit stubborn. The most special thing was the pair of eyes that seemed to have experienced vicissitudes. Although the man was ragged, he had an unruly and a faint smell of ink, which surprised Zhao Qin even more.

"Young master, this person is just a beggar..." the guy said from the side.

"Good wine, the best wine..." Zhao Qin threw a silver note and threw it on the table.

The guy was jealous of money and smiled and took the wine.

Wine is indeed a good thing, to relieve sorrow and forget the pain.

"Get wine, take wine..." Lin Ziyun asked for wine at the last drop.

"Beggar, go, go, don't disturb this young master's drinking." The waiter glanced at Lin Ziyun impatiently, reached out and pushed him off the table.

"What did you say?" A breath of a cultivator rose from Lin Ziyun. Lin Ziyun grabbed the waiter's collar and picked him up and fell to the ground. The waiter fell to the ground and wailed.

"What do you... want to do? The emperor has no money and still wants to buy wine?"

"Money, haha, I don't have money. But you look down on others. Today I will teach you snobs a lesson." Lin Ziyun's life was the most shameful thing for others to look down on him. The waiter insulted him again and again, and he was so angry.

"The beggar you look down on you, what qualifications do you have to look down on others?" Zhao Qin sneered.

When the guy saw Lin Ziyun standing up, he laughed at him, and became even more angry. He shrank behind Zhao Qin, pointed at Lin Ziyun and shouted: "You want to eat and drink for free, and you hurt me, are there any reason? Why are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you for being a dog. I beat you because I paid the money, but you let me go. When I entered the store to drink, it was your parents who were fed and clothed. You bullied your parents. Today I beat you, an unfilial son." Lin Ziyun laughed in anger.

"I beat you today to teach you a lesson for all the beggars in the world. You are just a pub guy, bullying the weak in this imperial city. Today I want to tell you that thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi, don't bully young people poor..."

Lin Ziyun slammed the door and came out. The street was covered with cold rain, and he ran wildly.

The lights on both sides of the Huai River are as bright as day, and big red lanterns are hanging on the bow of the boat, hanging in front of the door. The water is raining on the water, and red candlelights are shining in the river, but the smoke in the river is vast, and no matter where it is, it cannot accommodate a forest cloud. The autumn rain that is soaked in the corner of his mouth is neither salty nor spicy. Lin Ziyun swallows it into his stomach mouth one by one, as if this can calm him down.

The fires on the brothels on both sides of the Huai River illuminated the entire long river. The drifting rain turned into drops of tears of red dust in the red light throughout the city, pouring into the Huai River, which contains too much sorrow of parting. With the autumn waves, the black-sailed boat sailed out of Chang'an City without leaving any traces. The voice of the singer in the green eaves and red building sent away the ferryman, but could not wake up a heart that could not be returned.

Lin Ziyun practiced immortal arts and obtained magical arts, but what he could not get was a peaceful heart. Even the immortal spirit of magic could not hide his intoxication, like the hazy moonlight that could not cover up autumn sorrow.

A man in a gorgeous dress sat next to Lin Ziyun with two jars of fine wine in his hand, staring at him with a smile on his face.

"I'm here to drink with you, my friend."

"Don't worry about who I am, I don't want to know who you are. I lack a drinker, and you lack a pot of wine." Zhao Qin picked up a jar of wine and handed it to Lin Ziyun.

Lin Ziyun didn't go to see who it was, and snatched the wine and poured it desperately into his mouth. If he could, he didn't want to pay attention to who it was. If he could, he wanted to forget who he was.

"The smoke is covered with cold water, moon is covered with sand, and the restaurant is near the Qinhuai River at night. The businesswoman does not know the hatred of the country, but still sings across the river..." Lin Ziyun looked at the bright lights on the other side of the river and laughed to the sky. She has ambition in this life, her unknown work has traveled to the desolation of the other world. It is ridiculous to laugh at myself, laugh at others, and laughs all over the world. As he smiles, he fell into the wine jar and cries silently.

This poem about Du Mu's Bo Qinhuai expresses his dissatisfaction and anger with this world.

However, Zhao Qin, the courtier who is today, is next to Lin Ziyun at this moment. Even though he admires this person's talent and poetry, when he heard this anti-poem, he couldn't help but cover Lin Ziyun's mouth with his boldness.
Chapter completed!