An autumn rain and a cold, ten years of autumn rain penetrates people's intestines.

I knew that the flowers were beautiful when I was very young, but withered in autumn. Most of the sorrows of parting in the past are not as good as the nostalgia of today. The prince Zhao Qin stood in the evening breeze, wearing white clothes like a chic immortal.

The maid next to her was a casual man. It seemed that she rarely saw Zhao Qin, who was unruly on weekdays, so quiet. The maid looked at the man who was gradually becoming strangers and couldn't help but become obsessed.

The banana leaves from my childhood were planted in the yard, and it would be better to have such a tree. No matter whether it is green in spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is like a noble man wearing brocade clothes and fur coats in the bleak autumn and winter. Most of the time, everyone in the world will grow up, and growing up is only a moment, so I miss it.

Seeing the setting sun dripping down the valley in the sky, scarlet clouds plated a layer of colorful armor on the distant mountain sky, and the maid tied a thick white velvet robe on Zhao Qin.

"Hongyu, it's cold, remember to add some clothes." Zhao Qin yawned and said involuntarily.

The close-fitting maid Hongyu blinked her beautiful eyelashes and lowered her eyes to sniff her collar.

Zhao Qin realized that it was his usual arrogant behavior that made these maids dare not be careless to him. Zhao Qin smiled awkwardly, shook off the dust from the brocade clothes, and reached out to pinch Hongyu's handsome chin.

Hongyu didn't dare to move around, but for some reason she had the courage she had never had before. She raised her head and happened to see Zhao Qin looking at her with a smile on her face. Hongyu was so shocked that she quickly retreated, blushing like Huo Feng on the back mountain, and even her neck was red.

"God treats me well. Although the setting sun is like blood, the beauty is redder than the flowers."

"Remember to add some clothes, it's cold." Zhao Qin's words came from afar.

When Hongyu saw Prince Pingyang who was as beautiful as jade in the cold wind, she felt that he was the most unruly young man in the world before, but now he is a god and Buddha walking on the song. She looked at Zhao Qin's eyes and became brighter and brighter.

In the hall of the Pingyang Palace, an old man wearing a golden python robe held a letter in his hand, lowered his eyebrows, lowered his eyes, and said nothing.

"Old Zhao... I heard that there was a beautiful woman in the Fu family in Chengnan. That night, I went to take a look at her quietly. It was really as beautiful as a flower, and she was so beautiful." The voice of a young man came from outside the door.

King Pingyang quickly put away the booklets in his hand and changed his smile to meet the young man. As for who dared to call King Pingyang Lao Zhao in the Pingyang Palace, who else could be there except Zhao Qin, the largest playboy in Chang'an City?

"Brother Qin, what kind of beauty in Ruhua has you seen? Tell my dad that it is from the emperor's house, and your dad will also get it for you." King Pingyang said as he looked at his son with a thief.

Zhao Qin didn't care and made a stop gesture, leaving a little farther away from the Pingyang King who was touching him. He pinched the earlobe that was blown by the cold wind, sniffed in his hand, and looked like a slut of slutty boy. He reached out and took out his ears, probably because he took out a can of earwax and stuck it to his fingers. He tied a slingshot with his two fingers and drove away the ear dung. "Don't mention the emperor's daughter, he's too lazy to ask for it."

"Boy, don't talk nonsense." King Pingyang sighed with no way to deal with his son.

Under the afterglow of the sunset, a generation of tiger generals has faded their faces. In addition to seeing the love for him from his father's eyes, Zhao Qin also saw the devastation and worries in his eyes. "This is Sima Gong's reform law." Zhao Qin suddenly smiled.

It seemed that he had not expected that the book that he had just been put away in panic was revealed by Zhao Qin, and the face of King Pingyang changed. He glanced at him and saw Zhao Qin looking at his sleeves with a smile. Zhao Song sighed helplessly: "The feudal frontier has been abolished, and it is such a big deal. Although I am young today, I have to admire his talent and strategy."

"I'm afraid it's like the setting sun, crying and crying. It has violated the interests of too many people. Even if he is a good emperor, he is not suitable to be an emperor." Zhao Qin put his sleeves in his hands and said slightly.

"Brother Qin, tell your father. Do you want to be above those ten thousand people? Dad dare not say anything else. As long as you say something good, you will be able to make an emperor for you even if you try your best." When King Pingyang said this, he was like a awakened lion.

Zhao Qin rarely saw his father straightening his waist so straight, and he was a little reluctant to let him go. He stopped slightly. "I am this emperor? Then everyone in the world will suffer. Don't harm me. I don't want to be scolded all day long, and I have to protect my son like a dog. I am not that material, I can't be a saint, nor do I want to be a villain. This emperor, if you want to do it, I will agree with it. I will make a prince more majestic, haha..."

"You kid, I'm useless to be an emperor. Daddy is old, even if he becomes an emperor, he will pass the throne to you." King Pingyang looked kind. The golden sun was sprinkled on his aging cheeks, as kind and ordinary as an old monk carrying water in the temple.

"I have been looking forward to you for a long time. Although the young lady of the Fu family is a widow, her charm is even more beautiful. Her waist is thinner than willow branches, and her butt is rounder than the head of a young monk in the temple. If you marry her back to be a wife and have another son, I can be the emperor's brother. Wouldn't that be beautiful?" Zhao Qin laughed.

"You little brat, is your father that kind of person?" King Pingyang was caught by his son, and he was like a deflated child pretending to be stunned.

"I don't know what kind of person you are. I just heard Li Shi'er say that he met Yubi outside Hongzhaoyuan, and I will go back with my husband again. What else do you mean to be a cruel person? The damn Zhao Rubing. I can hear all these clearly and I will never dare to say anything." Zhao Qin walked out the door slowly as he said.

When King Pingyang heard this, his face changed like a tide. He was a general who was a soldier and killed the enemy. Li Shier was a famous beauty all over the world. The two met by chance and fell in love with each other. Unfortunately, their fate was a mess, but they did not get together. Many years ago, the two of them swear by jade bi, and each of them held half of them, and they would be together as long as they were combined. That was exactly the word "Bingyang". Unexpectedly, although Yiren had been married for many years, she was still muttering about him, and King Pingyang showed a drunken smile like a man.

"Brother Qin, I seem to have a little impression. Are you talking about a beauty who likes to wear red clothes and jade hairpins?"

"No, she likes to wear purple clothes."

"Is that a fairy with a plump body, fair skin and beautiful appearance?"

"That's even more so. I'm talking about an old woman with yellow teeth and black skin."

In the palace courtyard, one old and one young, one father and one son bowed their heads and hugged each other, whispering, and laughing frequently from time to time.

Zhao Qin frowned as he watched the aging King Pingyang leave.

Flowers are easy to fade, trees will wither, and people will naturally grow old.

The mountains outside the city are reflected in the eyes. A brilliant cloud of blood sways on the top of the mountain. The sound of cars and horses on the long streets has broken the tranquility.

The distant mountains come out of the mountains to rush the dusk, and the breeze blows the rain makes the cloudy. When the red leaves of the distant mountains are about to end, they see the dry leaves of the distant mountains dyed a bright red, and they also want to pick a colorful cloud to compete with the sunset. The dead branches outside the wall are also stained with a little bright red, and they want to pile up spring flowers and dance with the autumn wind.

"Old Zhao, you said you wanted to be an emperor, but I don't want to do it. But if anyone dares to let your emperor lose it, I will die." Zhao Qin clenched his fists.

In autumn, the night view of Chang'an City is not very beautiful. The weather is particularly cold, and it is a cold that cannot be resisted by a stove. This air conditioner can make people take their hands out to breathe from time to time. Unfortunately, the dry weather even makes the throat dry.

In the Qingle neighborhood, singing and dancing were singing. Zhao Qin left the green horse and a servant came to take it away. The little prince must bring three or five strong and fat evil slaves when he went out, and there were a few good buddies who had been together all day long.

Whether it is bricks and tiles, or the poles in the pavilion, or the paper windows, are all red. What’s even more intoxicating is that the girl’s face is red.

At that time, I was young and had a thin shirt on my spring clothes, and I rode a horse and leaned against a slanted bridge. The wine in the cup looked like a bead, and ten hu of ten hu.

The romantic young master likes to listen to the sound of orioles and swallows in a rich and rich way. He also likes to pass by flowers and leaves without touching his innocence. The scoundrels are different. Although they like art, they do not taboo gentleness and beauty, but they love the most is the ecstatic nocturne.

Zhao Qin held a string of green sandalwood Buddha beads rewarded by the emperor. Tonight, he was wearing a gorgeous robe, rarely spreading his head, slightly wrapped with a purple rope, and a white jade belt around his waist. His handsome and flawless face made many women with powder feel inferior. Any beauty passing by would be pinched by this big dandy, tap her lips or lift her head. The flowers bloomed in the flowers, and Zhao Qin was a complete flower man.

"Why don't you give me some wine to the young master." The plump and a gradually prosperous face were drinking the turtle man.

In a high-end private room in Zuihong Building, the beams on the roof of the sandalwood are engraved with fairy clouds of dancers, and the crystal jade bi lamp window is painted with beautiful ceilings. Behind the silk and pearl curtains, the beautiful singer dances gracefully. Zhao Qin sat on the agarwood bed, hanging her legs crossed.

Holding breath, smelling the body fragrance of the beauty under the moon in front of the flowers, the corners of the mouth of the eldest young man in Chang'an City curled up slightly.

A few artful friends next to me like to do something about singing and throwing their pots, and pretending to be hypocritical.

Zhao Qin looked up and looked at the madam standing in front of him intentionally or unintentionally. Without waiting for him to say anything, the woman burst into tears and laughed loudly, covering the corners of her mouth with a Luo Fan and left.

Zhao Qin pulled open the thin tent embroidered with silver thread of beads and lies on the soft bed. The stars shine brightly, and the moon beads reflected on the rooftops were not as pale as the Prince Pingyang's face.

"You shouldn't have come, you know."

Zhao Qin opened his eyes ferociously, and what caught his eyes was a lovely man in a white dress.

The snow-white jade shop was covered with five holy lotus, and the woman was wearing a white gauze like a waterfall, like a white-clothed moon fairy walking in the Heavenly Palace.

"If there is something in this world that I can't do, it's definitely not because I can't do it, but because I don't want to do it." Zhao Qin stood up with a smile, hugged the woman's slender waist, and hugged her in her arms.

The woman snorted, but did not resist, and her snow-white cheeks dyed the most moving red glow. Zhao Qin hugged her and sat on the edge of the bed, lowered her head and invaded the woman's holy cheek with the tip of her nose.

"Hmph, no matter how powerful you are, you are still..." The fuzzy breath in the woman's ears was slightly raised, and her expression was even more cute and silly.

Zhao Qin, however, before she could finish her words, pressed her mouth against her lips that were as cold as clouds.

The green jade pillow was grabbed by Zhao Qin and filled it under the woman's trunk. The soft silk quilt on the bed was twisted into a sea of ​​clouds and mountains and mists by the two. The woman could not resist Zhao Qin's teasing. She was naturally active, stretching out a pair of golden lotus jade feet, urging Zhao Qin's white jade belt around her waist.

"You said my majesty, is it enough to subdue you, a little fairy?" Zhao Qin pinched the woman's pretty snow feet with one hand, and said in her ear with a smirk.

"If you want to bully me, you can naturally bully me. Because I can bully anyone." The woman lifted Zhao Qin's hands and pinched a strand of black hair on her chest and complained.

"Weiceng, do you know what I always like to come to you?" Zhao Qin pretended not to understand and said to himself.

"Young Master, isn't it natural for men to like women? Is it necessary to ask Liu when I am looking for fun?" Weicheng chuckled.

Women in the world cannot have feelings the most, and even when they are angry and resentful, they can only pity themselves. Just like her, pretending to be pitiful and being cute and free to be happy.

Zhao Qin approached Weicheng, sorted out the messy Luoshan for her, stared at her without saying a word, and handed one of the fruits placed on the round table to Weicheng.

"Young Master, are you unhappy?"

Weicheng couldn't eat the rare fruits that were beautiful and tasteless on weekdays. When she noticed Zhao Qin's different expressions from the past, Weicheng felt thoughtful. A few days ago, she also heard about the prince's drunkenness when he bought wine on the street. She thought that these wealthy people had some troubles that were different from them.

"There is nothing unhappy, it's just unhappy. There are thousands of things in the world, and very few can achieve success, but it's not difficult to be happy."

"Is this why the young master came here?" Weicheng murmured.

Weicheng secretly looked at Zhao Qin's handsome face, like an immortal or a Buddha, but he didn't want to be such a darling of heaven and earth, and his face also brought the sorrow of the world.

"I want to see who it is? With such a great face, some people in Chang'an City dare not take me seriously."

"Master Jing Huan, Weicheng is really sick."

"Bang……"

The door was kicked open by a young man in a brocade robe. Zhao Qin frowned slightly, and a violent look appeared in a slight look on his face.

"Bitch, secretly hide and have a chance to have a secret meeting with a prodigal son. How dare I even hide from me?" The young man led two evil servants and shouted outside before he even entered the door.

"Where did you come from the slut? Even your grandfather dared to provoke him." Zhao Qin hadn't encountered such a life-threatening person for many years and didn't know how to provoke him. He picked up a bench in the house and headed towards the door, scaring Weicheng to cover his mouth and shocked.

"Master Jing Huan, let's stop making trouble in our small business, oh..." The madam hurriedly shouted when she saw the smashed window door.

"Hmph, get out of here." An evil man eight feet tall and ugly face pushed the madam away. The strong man knocked down several servants who rushed over to rescue him. Jing Huan looked at the people who were falling to the ground with a contempt, and rushed into the door with a fierce expression.

Those who visited prostitutes, bought wine and had fun, did chores, and danced sleeves and sang in Zuihong Building were all alarmed by this place. The playboys who accompanied Zhao Qin did not care about doing good things, so they rushed over.

"Damn it, it's this turtle grandson. Brother Qin didn't bring you guys, Lao Gao, have your father's Shangfang sword brought? Send it to Brother Qin." Several playboys in Chang'an City are not afraid of big things, but are afraid of small things.

"Will you bring Shangfang Baojian for nothing? Besides, Lao Gao is so old-fashioned that he is slack, and his tutoring is strict. He will not be beaten to death by his father when he takes it out?" A thin man laughed and the obese young man with a kind-hearted look on the side nodded silently.

Although the fat boy was a playboy, he was the most loyal to brothers. He had a bad temper. He looked left and right. The brothel was full of men and women playing, so there were no good weapons. He looked closer and didn't care about it. He snatched a female prostitute's Luo Fan and threw it hard on the ground. This thing was so slutty. The fat man couldn't help but curse. He couldn't care about so much, and rushed over like a mountain of meat.

Jing Huan rushed into the room and happened to see Weicheng's eyes surprised and his fingers gently covered his mouth.

"Now I know I'm scared? A slut, he still ran out to hook up with a man when he got sick? Young master, I..."

"Bang……"

The sound was louder than the sound of Jing Huan hitting the door. Weicheng stared blankly at Zhao Qin and fell heavily on Jing Huan's head.

The guy who was slandering the harshest one second ago is now lying straight on the wooden board, with blood flowing from his head, looking at Zhao Qin who was looking down at him with fear on his face.

Jing Huan didn't dare to make a sound, and she was already scared by Zhao Qin.
Chapter completed!