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

At a very young age, you know that the flowers are beautiful, but they wither in the fall. Most of the sorrows of the past can't withstand the nostalgia of today, and the prince Zhao Qin stood in the evening breeze, dressed in white like a chic immortal.

The maid next to her is fragrant. It seems that it is rare to see the unruly Zhao Qin so quiet on weekdays, and the maid quietly looks at the man who is gradually becoming stranger, and can't help but be stupid.

The courtyard planted the plantain when I was a child, or this kind of tree is good, even if it is cyan in spring, summer, autumn and winter, in the bleak autumn and winter, it is like a noble son wearing a brocade coat and a gorgeous fur. Probably everyone in the world will grow up, and growing up is only a moment, so there is nostalgia.

Seeing the remnant sun dripping down the valley on the horizon, the scarlet clouds plated a layer of colored armor on the distant mountain sky, and the maid tied the white velvet robe to Zhao Qin's body.

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

The close-fitting maid Hongyu blinked her beautiful eyelashes, lowered her eyes and sniffed at the collar.

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

Hongyu didn't dare to move, but for some reason she had the courage she hadn't had before, and she raised her head just in time to see Zhao Qin, who was looking at her with a smile on his face. Hongyu was so startled that she hurriedly retreated, her face flushed like the fire maple in the back mountain, and even her neck was red.

"God treats me well, although the remnant sun is like blood, the beauty is redder than the flower. ”

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

Hongyu looked at the prince of Pingyang, who was as rich as jade in the cold wind, and only felt that he was the most unruly son in the world before, but now he is a god and Buddha who walks on songs. She looked at Zhao Qin's eyes, which were getting brighter and brighter.

In the hall of Pingyang Palace, an old man with gray hair and a golden python robe held a book of letters in his hand, lowered his eyebrows, lowered his eyes, and was silent.

"Lao Zhao...... I heard that there was a beautiful woman in the Fu family in the south of the city, and I went to take a sneak peek that night, and it was really beautiful like a flower, and it was incomprehensible. A young man's voice came from outside the door.

King Pingyang hurriedly put away the book in his hand and greeted the young man with a smile on his face. As for who dares to call the King of Pingyang Lao Zhao in the Pingyang Palace, who else can there be except for Zhao Qin, the biggest gentleman in Chang'an City?

"Brother Qin, which family do you have a crush on? Tell your father, it is the emperor's Laozi's family, and your father will also get it for you. The king of Pingyang looked at his son shyly and said.

Zhao Qin didn't care, made a gesture to stop, and stayed away from the Pingyang King who had posted it. He pinched his earlobe, which was blown red by the cold wind, and sighed in his hand, looking like a swinger brother. He reached out and plucked out his ears again, probably feeling out a scoop of ear droppings, sticking to his fingers, and holding a slingshot with two fingers, driving away the ear droppings. "Don't mention the daughter of the emperor's family, I'm too lazy to send it. ”

"Hun boy, don't talk nonsense. King Pingyang couldn't do anything with his son, so he sighed.

Under the sunset, a generation of tigers will have a declining appearance. Zhao Qin saw not only the love for him from his father's gaze, but also the devastation and worry in his eyes. "This excerpt is Sima Gong's reform law. Zhao Qin suddenly smiled and said.

It seemed that he didn't expect that the book he had put away in a panic just now was discovered by Zhao Qin, and King Pingyang's face changed. He glanced at his eyes and happened to see Zhao Qin's pair of thief eyes looking at his sleeves with a smile. Zhao Song sighed helplessly: "Feudal frontier, cancel hereditary, what a big deal." Although he is young today, the old man has to admire his majesty and strategy. ”

"I'm afraid that it will be like this sunset, crying blood and sighing. Offended the interests of too many people, even if he was a good emperor, but he was not suitable to be an emperor. Zhao Qin clasped his hands in his sleeves and bowed his head slightly.

"Brother Qin, you tell Dad. Do you want to be above those 10,000 people? Daddy doesn't dare to say anything else, as long as you say a good word, I will try my best to make you an emperor. When King Pingyang said this, he was like a lion awakened.

Zhao Qin rarely saw his father straighten his waist so straight, and he was a little reluctant, so he stopped slightly. "If I am the emperor, then the whole world will suffer. Don't hurt me, I don't want to be scolded all day long, and I have to protect my children like a dog. I'm not that material, I can't be a saint, and I don't want to be a wicked person, this emperor, if you want to do it, then I raise my hands in favor, and I will make a prince more majestic when the time comes, haha......"

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

"I've already taken care of it for you. The young lady of the Fu family, although she is widowed, is more charming than before. The waist is thinner than the willow branches, and the buttocks are rounder than the head of the little monk in the temple. Wouldn't it be beautiful if you marry her back to be a lady and have another son, and I can be the emperor's brother. Zhao Qin laughed.

"You stinky boy, is your father that kind of person?" was grabbed by his son, and King Pingyang was like a child who was deflated and pretended to be stunned.

"What kind of person you are, I don't know. I just heard Li Shi'er say something outside the Hongzhao Courtyard, and the two met in his year, and Lang Jun and I looked back again. What else do you say about a ruthless person, damn Zhao Ruyu. I heard all this clearly, and I didn't dare to talk nonsense. Zhao Qin said as he walked out of the door slowly.

When King Pingyang heard this, his face changed like a tide. Back then, he was a general who killed the enemy as a soldier, and Li Shier was a great beauty all over the world. The two met each other and fell in love with each other. It's a pity that fate made people, but they didn't come together. Many years ago, the two of them swore an oath, one of them held half of it, and as long as they were together, they would be together. That is the word of King Pingyang, but I didn't expect that although Yiren has been married for many years, he is still thinking about him, and King Pingyang shows a drunken smile like an idiot.

"Brother Qin, I seem to be a little impressed. Are you talking about a beautiful woman who likes to wear red clothes and jade hairpins?"

"No, she likes to wear purple. ”

"Is that a plump, fair-skinned and beautiful immortal?"

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

In the courtyard of the palace, an old man and a young man, a father and a son bowed their heads and hugged each other, whispering, and there were frequent laughter from time to time.

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

Flowers are easy to thank, trees will wither, and people will naturally get old.

The mountains outside the city are reflected in the eye sockets. A brilliant cloud bathed in blood, swaying on the top of the mountain. The constant sound of cars and horses on the long street shattered the silence.

Far away out of the mountains to urge the twilight, the breeze and rain make the light shade. When the remnants of the red were exhausted, it saw that the dead leaves of the distant mountains were dyed a wisp of bright red, and it also wanted to pick a piece of colorful glow, comparable to the sunset. The dead branches outside the wall are also stained with a little red, and they want to pile up a mountain of spring flowers and dance with the autumn wind.

"Lao Zhao, you said you wanted to give me an emperor, but I didn't want to do it. But whoever dares to let your emperor lose it, I will kill him. Zhao Qin clenched his fists.

In autumn, the night view of Chang'an City is not very beautiful. The weather was exceptionally cold, a cold that even a stove could not resist. This air conditioner can make people take out their hands and blow from time to time. It's a pity that the dry weather makes even the throat dry.

In the Qingle neighborhood, singing and dancing are gorgeous. Zhao Qin threw away the green onion horse, and a small servant came to take it away. The little prince must go out with three or five evil slaves with strong bodies and fat waists, and there are a few good buddies who are messing around all day long.

Whether it is the bricks and tiles of the drunken red building, or the floor pole in the pavilion, the paper windows are all red. What's even more intoxicating is that the girl's face is red.

At that time, he was young and thin, riding a horse and leaning on the bridge. The wine in the cup is like a pearl, ten and ten.

The merry son, who likes to listen to the sound of the warbler in the drunken gold fan. It's good that the flowers have been in the bushes, and the leaves are not innocent. The scoundrel is different, although he likes to be vassal, but he is not taboo about the gentle country, the beauty of the jade, but the favorite is the nocturne of the ecstasy.

Zhao Qin pinched a string of green sandalwood Buddha beads rewarded by the emperor in his hand, tonight he was dressed in a gorgeous robe, rarely draped in his hair, only slightly tied with a purple rope, and a white jade belt around his waist, handsome, white and flawless face made many women who had been coated with fat powder ashamed of themselves. But all the beauties who pass by have to be pinched by this big gentleman with their chins, lips or hair. A group of flowers bloom among the flowers, and Zhao Qin is a full flower in the middle.

"Don't hurry up and serve wine to Childe. "The old bustard, who has a plump body and a gradually blessed face, drinks the turtle father.

In a first-class box in the drunken red building, the beams of the cloud's top sandalwood are engraved with dancing fairy clouds, and the crystal jade light windows are depicted with splendid ceilings. Behind the curtain of the Ayara pearl, the singer with a beautiful figure danced, and Zhao Qin sat on the agarwood bed, hanging a Erlang leg.

Holding his breath and smelling the body fragrance of the beauties under the moon in front of the flowers, the corners of the eldest brother in Chang'an City were slightly hooked.

A few vassal and elegant fox friends next to him like to do some things like to throw pots in songs, and they are coy.

Zhao Qin raised his head and glanced at the old bustard standing in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, and without waiting for him to say anything, the corners of the woman's mouth tore apart with a laugh, and she covered the corners of her mouth with a Luo fan and left.

Zhao Qin tore open the thin tent embroidered with beaded silver thread begonia flowers and lay down on the soft bed. The stars are fluorescent, the moon river is above, and the bright moon pearls on the roof are not yet as white as the face of this prince of Pingyang.

"You shouldn't have come, you know. ”

Zhao Qin opened and closed his eyes hideously, and what met his eyes was a lovely person in a white dress.

The snow-white jade shop is paved with five holy lotuses, and the woman is wearing a white veil like a waterfall falling, like a white-clothed moon fairy walking in the heavenly palace.

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

The woman snorted, but did not resist, and her snow-white cheeks were stained with the most touching red. Zhao Qin sat on the edge of the bed with her in his arms, lowered his head and violently violated the woman's holy cheek with the tip of his nose.

"Hmph, no matter how majestic you are, it's not ......" The hairy breath in the woman's ears was spit out from Zhao Qin's fiery lips, and she rose slightly, and her expression was even more coquettish.

Zhao Qin didn't wait for her to finish speaking, his mouth pressed against her lips like clouds.

Qingyu hugged the incense pillow and was grabbed by Zhao Qin and filled under the woman's head, and the soft Luo Shu on the bed was twisted into a sea of clouds and fog by the two of them. The woman couldn't resist Zhao Qin's teasing, she was lively, stretched out a pair of golden lotus jade feet, and encouraged the white jade belt around Zhao Qin's waist.

"Do you say that my majesty, is it enough to subdue you, this little goblin?" Zhao Qin pinched the woman's pretty snow feet with one hand, and said in her ear with a wicked smile in his eyes.

"If you want to bully me, you can. Because I can be bullied by anyone. The woman lifted Zhao Qin's hands, pinched a wisp of green silk on her chest and complained.

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

"Childe, isn't it natural for a man to like a woman?

The dusty woman can't have feelings the most, and even if she is angry and complaining, she can only take care of herself. Like her, pretending to be pitiful, and being cute and free to please people.

Zhao Qin approached Wei Cheng, straightened out her messy shirt, stared silently, and handed Wei Cheng another fruit on the round table.

"Childe, are you unhappy?"

Weicheng can't eat those rare fruits that are good-looking and tasteless on weekdays. Noticing Zhao Qin's different demeanor from the past, Wei Cheng was thoughtful. A few days ago, she also heard about the fact that this prince was drunk on the long street, and she expected that these rich and noble people probably had some troubles that were different from theirs.

"What's unhappy there, it's just unsatisfactory. There are thousands of things in the world, and there are very few who can do as they wish, but it is not difficult to be happy. ”

"Is that why Childe is here?" reed the city murmured.

Wei Cheng secretly looked at Zhao Qin's handsome face, like a fairy and a Buddha, but he didn't want to be such a darling of heaven and earth, and his face was also full of human sorrow.

"I want to see who it is? With such a big face, in Chang'an City, someone dares not to take me seriously. ”

"Young Master Jing Huan, Wei Cheng is really sick. ”

"Bang ......"

The door was kicked open by a young man in a brocade robe, Zhao Qin's brows furrowed slightly, and a violent color appeared on his face.

", secretly hid and had a tryst with the prodigal son, and dared to hide even from my son. The young man, led the two evil servants, shouted outside before he could enter the door.

"Where did you get the dog offal? Even your grandfather dares to mess with it. "Zhao Qin has been working in the rain for many years, and he has not met such a desperate person, and he doesn't know whether to provoke him alive or dead. He picked up a bench in the room and walked towards the door, so frightened that Wei Cheng covered his mouth and was shocked.

"Young Master Jing Huan, our small business, don't make trouble, hey......" The old bustard hurriedly shouted when he saw the smashed window door.

"Hmph, fuck off. A wicked man with a height of eight feet and a strange ugly face pushed the old bustard away. The strong man knocked down a few of the little guys who rushed over to relieve the siege. Jing Huan glanced at the people who fell to the ground with disdain, and rushed into the door with a fierce face.

The prostitutes in the drunken Red Mansion, buying wine and having fun, doing chores, and dancing sleeves and singing were all alarmed by this place. A few gentlemen who came with Zhao Qin didn't care about doing good things, and they also hurried over.

"Damn, it's this turtle grandson. Brother Qin didn't bring a guy, Lao Gao, did you bring your father's Shang Fang sword? "A few gentlemen in Chang'an City are not afraid of big things, they are afraid of small things.

"Will you have nothing to do with Shang Fang's sword? Besides, Lao Gao is old-fashioned to death, his family education is strict, and he can't be beaten to death by his father if he brings it out?" A thin man smiled, and the thick-looking young man who was pulled by the sleeves of the obese young man nodded silently.

Although the obese boy is gentle, he is the most brotherly. He was short-tempered, looking left and right, this green building was full of things for men and women to play, where were there any weapons in hand. looked at the front and didn't think much about it, Luo Fan, who snatched a prostitute, fell to the ground again, this thing is really too motherly. The fat man couldn't help but scold, and he didn't care so much, so he rushed over like a mountain of meat.

Jing Huan rushed into the room, just in time to see Wei Cheng's surprised gaze, and his fingers gently covered his mouth.

"Now I know I'm scared?, when you're sick, you still run out to hook up with a man, young master, I'm ......"

"Bang ......"

The sound was louder than Jing Huan's banging on the door, and Wei Cheng watched Zhao Qin slam on Jing Huan's head on the bench in a daze.

This guy who was speaking ill of himself a second ago was now lying upright on the board, with blood still flowing from his head, looking at Zhao Qin who was looking at him condescendingly with a frightened face.

Jing Huan was stunned and didn't dare to make a sound, and his heart was already frightened by Zhao Qin.