Before winter comes, pears will snow first, bully snow. The most hated thing in the world is white, and the most beautiful thing is white flowers.

People walk in the painting, and people are raised in the painting. Shangguan Chaoyu, wearing white fur, looked at the setting sun for a long time, and he didn't stop until the corners of his eyes became sore and a crystal tears fell.

"Mother-in-law, Li Long has implemented new laws and reformed the way. It can be seen that he is a good emperor. You said I killed such a person, right?" Shangguan Chaoyu walked into the door, and the bloody setting sun fell on her shoulders, and a layer of scarlet blood was dyed on her clothes.

"A mortal is a mortal after all, Chaoyu! You have entered the immortal gate and are isolated from the mortal world from now on. All kinds of mortal world are just clouds and smoke. Is there anything worth thinking about? It is right?" The old woman with a wrinkled face held a purple gold crutch and said slightly.

"I just want to take revenge, even if I practice the great way and become a true immortal, I will avenge my parents."

"You kid are kind-hearted and can't make decisions. Let your master destroy this Qin for you. It's just a matter of wavering your hand. What's the matter?" The old woman said lightly without regard.

"Just..." Shangguan Chaoyu was about to speak but stopped.

"Are you worried about these ordinary people?" the old woman said coldly.

Shangguan Chaoyu was startled when she saw her face turning cold and said quickly: "Master, my disciple just can't bear to see millions of people being harmed by war again and being displaced."

The old woman's eyes became even more sharp when she heard Guan Chaoyu say this. "Chaoyu, do you still not understand? The world is a shackle. Are these mortals worthy of your help? They will not be grateful to you. The winner is the king, and the loser is the enemy since ancient times. What's more, people's hearts will never be satisfied. Come back to Yunzong with me. The great way is flawless, and the pursuit of our cultivators throughout their lives."

"Master, it's the disciple who was wrong..." Shangguan Chaoyu was weak in temperament and did not dare to contradict his master, so he said helplessly.

"When I refine the spirit lamp for my master, it will be Li Long's death, not far away. Good disciple, my master will not harm you. If I want to take it off, I can only be blissful when I practice Taoism." The old woman looked at Shangguan Chaoyu with a smile and walked away slowly.

Princess Changle stretched out her white white wrist and stared at a copper bell. Her wrist swayed, and the ringtone was clear, and she smiled like a picture, a little obsessed.

In the palace of Princess Changle, there was a secret room. An old woman with wrinkles on her face was placed in front of her with a faint mist. There were countless changes in her faces in the paper lanterns, all of which were filled with pain.

The old woman stared at the paper lantern quietly, unable to see what she was thinking, but she activated the spell from time to time and threw out a ball of essence fire to enter. Suddenly, the old woman's face changed, and she quickly took out a jade slip with black air from the storage bag.

"Master Messenger."

A black magic shadow transformed out of thin air from the jade slip, gradually becoming clear. A burly man appeared here. Seeing this, the old woman hurriedly bowed her hand and looked quite respectful.

The dark shadow man nodded slightly and signaled her to get up.

"How are you prepared?"

When the old woman heard this person's question, she seemed to have expected it and quickly spoke: "I have been sneaking into the Yun Sect for many years and have arranged a lot of dark chess... but in order to win a ray of luck in the human world, these sects have sent disciples to the world. Therefore, the progress is probably slower."

Hearing this, the face changed slightly. After a few sucks, Heiying spoke, "Hmph, these monks are just struggling to death."

After the black shadow said, his nose twisted slightly, as if he didn't feel good.

Seeing this, the old woman had already had cold sweat on her forehead. "Messenger, I have a disciple..."

"Okay, I don't want to hear you say more. Remember, what is your mission? Also, return to the cultivation world as soon as possible. The smell here is really bad." After the black shadow said this, he disappeared, and the jade slip also became dim.

The old woman looked at the paper lantern coldly, not knowing what she was thinking.

There is also a secret pavilion in Princess Changle's mansion. A man with a sinister look is sacrificing a rune with secret techniques. The talisman is carved with countless texture spells, and the spiritual energy flows on it, looking strange and inexplicable.

This man was Master Lingchou. Since Zijuan entered Princess Changle's mansion, he has been dormant and waiting for an opportunity to move. He is bound to win the Jiuhua Immortal Sutra. As for Lin Ziyun, although he left, he left a breath on Lin Ziyun.

"Grandpa Linghua, wait for the day I will pass away, I will definitely look good." Master Lingchou stared at Fu Zhuan in front of him with a ferocious look on his face and said viciously.

On both sides of the Huai River, the lights intertwined, turning the water surface red and illuminating the long street. Water Street and Tian Street are like two long horses paved in Chang'an City.

Before winter, the autumn wind was slight, and the charcoal seller had already come leaning against the corner of the street.

The market at night has been more open since Li Long ascended the throne and became emperor. It has no limit on time, no limit on goods, and more open transactions.

Until the sunset disappeared, the moon in the sky was on the branches, and some women were walking alone on the street. The peddlers were no longer seen at night. The cold air steamed like curled white dragons. Many of the noodle shops and stoves under the stall were tourists outside the gate.

Some women who love beauty, wearing white velvet boots or kicking embroidered shoes, are innocent and romantically traveling through the brightly lit city. Those who guess lanterns, acrobatics, fortune tellers, and those who put on rouge and silk are all old businesses in Qingle Street.

There are still some summer grass that has not yet been left on the roadside, hanging green crowns, and being stepped under the feet by the children running with windmills, buried in the wind.

The nights in Chang'an can flood people and also bury hero bones.

Perhaps the young and beautiful young lady and handsome girl both like to dress up as women, shake a folding fan, and hang a jade pendant around her waist. Although she is not tall, she is more handsome than a flower, which makes the beauty on the street linger and stand on tiptoe.

"Princess."

"Bah, how many times have I said, call me young master, not a princess." The handsome young master gently touched the head of the boy beside him with the paper fan in his hand, but he was not willing to actually knock it.

"I'm wrong, my son."

The handsome boy was satisfied after hearing this, straightened his chest and abdomen, and walked away. The young man with oily head and pink face next to him breathed a little, and the handsome boy noticed that her demeanor was wrong. She waited for the young man angrily, shrank his bulging chest, and swung across the market towards the fireworks all over the street.

Chang'an, this ancient capital, has too many stories. Everyone who lives in Chang'an City also has the pride of being in the dynasty.

The long streets, ancient pavilions, old capitals, and new cities are all symbols of Chang'an City. In any gentle water town, there are charming beauties and heroes who travel around the world with their swords. Anyone who comes to Chang'an wants to see how prosperous this Emperor City and Taiping City are.

The young man with a small black hair had just heard from the teahouse that the storyteller told the story of a strange man in the martial arts world with blood and the heroine Chen Ru drank Ma Tianya. He rewarded a few broken silver and greeted the young man beside him to go out.

People look at the moon, and the moon is also looking at people. Standing under the wine flag of the tavern, she quietly moved away her beautiful eyes.

The water in the Huai River is different. The pretty young master scooped a handful of water and sprinkled it with sparkling water, dancing brightly.

People were looking at the river, but the river was thinking about the moon. The angry young man picked up the gravel and dripped it into a water float, and bounced it a few meters away.

"Brother Qin, are you as ruthless as the Huai River, flowing to the sea without returning?" The young man murmured.

"Young Master, do you want to see that person?" The maid with a raised tongue secretly glanced at Shangguan Chaoyu.

"Xiaohong, who told you to talk nonsense? Humph, I won't miss him." Shangguan Chaoyu couldn't hide his beauty even when dressed in men's clothes. His shy cheeks were even better and tender than Xinyue.

"Young Master, I know where Prince Pingyang is, but..."

"It's just something, tell me quickly." Shangguan Chaoyu said hurriedly.

Seeing that his master was panicked, Xiaohong laughed secretly. Seeing Shangguan Chaoyu staring at her pretty, Xiaohong stopped laughing and whispered a few words in her ear. Shangguan Chaoyu was quiet at first, and then his shy ears were red.

"Xiaohong, huh..."

"Young Master, what are you afraid of? We are now boutique young masters." Xiaohong was upset when she saw Shangguan Chaoyu, put her sleeves together, turned around, and turned around in front of Shangguan Chaoyu.

When he was drunk on the red building, Zhao Qin took an orange and stuffed it into his mouth. He was leisurely watching a group of singers dancing "Ask for the Immortal" written by the most famous talent in the dynasty. Suddenly, Zhao Qin couldn't help but curse: "Who is cursing me behind my back again? Mom-snee."

Weicheng poured him a glass of wine, grape wine, flowers under the moon, and beautiful women singing and dancing, which made people die. I am afraid that Qin Mingyue, who wrote "Invite the Immortal", was unwilling to think of the Immortals when she saw the little prince like this, and she just wanted to be a playboy.

"Brother Qin, that bastard Qin Jinghuan is the birthday boy who is long-lasting. After eating me, I'm afraid I'll become a fool if I don't die. Tell me, who is scolding you behind my back, I'll peel him off now." Fat brother beside Zhao Qin burped and wiped away the greasy mouth and said.

Zhao Qin sneered when he said this. Prince Jing Huan was fine if he had been beaten to his bench before, but his body was crushed by the whistling fat man, and he fell into a coma on the spot.

"You're fine, you'll lose weight in the future and eat some vegetables." Zhao Qin pulled the chicken leg that the fat man had pinched in his hand and stuffed a cucumber into his mouth.

The fat brother bit a large piece of it into his stomach, and then it turned out to be a cucumber, and he felt that his mouth was full of distaste. He was a meat-eating master, otherwise he would not have grown so fat. He pinched half of the cucumber and threw it away. Seeing Zhao Qin staring at him coldly, he was reluctant to bite it slowly.

In Weicheng next to him, he saw the dandy who was doing evil in daily life so honestly in front of Zhao Qin, a big villain, and smiled secretly. Fatty brother felt uncomfortable when he saw her smiling. He looked at Zhao Qin peeled an orange and stuffed it into his mouth, but he was thinking in his heart how Zhao Qin ate these grass on weekdays.

However, Gao Lingxi, who was the most dullest on weekdays, couldn't help but joke: "Brother Qin, where did you get this cucumber? It won't be..." After that, he looked at Weicheng with malicious intentions, which made the woman blush.

Zhao Qin was drinking tea when he almost sprayed water on the fat man's face. He kicked Gao Lingxi hard.

The few people were bored to play together. The fat man took a fancy to a rich lady and wiped a mouthful of oil. He almost used his dirty hands to apply to Zhao Qin's robe. Zhao Qin kicked him away. The fat man went to the woman with great enthusiasm to talk about her life ideals and eighteen martial arts.

Gao Lingxi was strict in tutoring and had access control. After staying for a while, he was driven away by Zhao Qin. The remaining Zhao Dongchen was here and winking at Zhao Qin. Zhao Qin knew what he meant and threw a bag of silver for him. This man was gambled, so Zhao Qin couldn't help but lend him some silver. Although he was borrowing, he didn't ask him for it.

Weicheng was well-behavedly lying behind Zhao Qin like a cat, and his fingers were made of Rushui and gently pinched his shoulders.

"I smashed Jing Huan this time. Although he dared not provoke me, he would inevitably blame you. I will ask the people in the mansion to come and pick you up, and you will move to the palace to live. Although you don't have a name for you, you will not treat you as a concubine."

Weicheng heard this and his hands trembled slightly. As if the eyelashes on the star curtain were slowly closed, it seemed as if he was afraid that tears would overflow.

Zhao Qin noticed her abnormality, stretched out her hands and took her jade fingers off her shoulders and put them in her hands, gently pressing them on his forehead.

Weicheng couldn't help but become obsessed with watching it. Suddenly, he wanted to spend his whole life with this man. Even if he was just like a green lamp in front of the Buddha, there was nothing to be afraid of for ten thousand years.

"My woman, Zhao Qin, not only wants her body to belong to me, but also her heart to belong to me. In Weicheng, most things in the world are not satisfactory, but it is absolutely impossible to like someone." Zhao Qin said gently.

Weicheng knew that people like Zhao Qin would not only love one person. But she was afraid that she would suffer a lot in the future when she fell in love with such a man, which was something she realized after seeing too many men. However, when she faced the gentle man in front of her, she could not refuse. Perhaps, if she loved someone deeply, she would not be able to speak out most of the time.

She remained silent, and Zhao Qin rubbed the corners of her eyes. The long strand of eyes fell on the reed city and sprinkled on his clothes. He also knew that it was easy to weave a dream, but he really couldn't give it too much.

Recently, I like to eat vegetarian food. The slaves know the master's nature and always bring some fruits and vegetables when they go out. Zhao Qin tore off the white skins on the oranges and gently feed them to Weicheng.

"Is it sour?"

"It's a bit salty." Weicheng smiled and wiped away the tears from his face.

"I'll give you your legs." She squatted down like a little white rabbit leaning against Zhao Qin's feet.

Zhao Qin had a confused dream. It must be that Weicheng massage was too good. He let go of his worries and had been sniffing for half an hour.

When he woke up from his dream, there was a mountain of meat in front of him.

Zhao Qin was so angry that he threw an apple and threw it on Fat Brother. The fat brother returned from shooting the target and was in a good mood. He didn't bother to take a mouthful and bit off half of the apple in one bite.

"What's the matter? Damn it, I can't tell you why, it's disturbing me Qingmeng and I won't peel you."

"Brother Qin, it's a fun thing, and even such a big thing is not as fun as this one." Fatty Cui Xinwu said with a slutty smile.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Qin shook his eyes, knowing that the kid's stomach was not well-watered.

"Downstairs, you have forgotten to compete for the courtesan tonight?" Cui Xinwu said carelessly, not forgetting to swallow his other half of the apple into his stomach.

"Then why don't you go quickly. Let me tell you about this." Zhao Qin cursed.

"Don't I think you know? I went there and didn't find you, so I came to find you."

"I really forgot, go quickly, go quickly." Zhao Qin was about to pull Weicheng, but Weicheng's big watery eyes were glancing at him.

"Are you jealous? Still want to take care of me. I will tell you, women can't control men's affairs, do you know if you know?" Zhao Qin grinned.

Weicheng smiled gently, and his style became even more beautiful. "Not all, Mother Wang said I wanted to participate too."

Cui Xinwu looked at the two of them with a smirk, which made Zhao Qin roll his eyes.
Chapter completed!