Flowers bloom again, spring goes to spring and comes again. The spring of Chang'an is always so exciting, intoxicating, and evocative, the smoke willows in the city, the peach blossoms in the Xuandu Temple, and the peonies in the palace render Chang'an more springy. On a spring breeze intoxicating evening, Li Chun sat comfortably in the sea of peony flowers, the bright moonlight sprinkled in this sea of flowers, making the blooming peony more delicate and moving, thousands of butterflies flew around in the flowers, constituting a beautiful picture of flowers and butterflies. Just like watching the beauty under the lamp, appreciating the blooming flowers in the moonlight is also a special fun.

Flowers bloom richly, but what about wealth? Li Chun let out a soft sigh. For example, I, as the Lord of Ten Thousand Vehicles, have supreme power, but I have lost the most precious freedom. "The King of Qin rode a tiger to the eight poles, and the sword illuminated the sky and the sky was blue", how I hoped that I could be like Emperor Taizong back then, riding the six horses of Zhaoling with a golden whip and jade, taking the lead in the rain of guns and arrows, conquering all directions, and letting the iron hooves of the Tang Empire gallop between the grass and the wilderness, and walk all over the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. The heroism that swallows thousands of miles like a tiger is so desirable. However, I could only hide in the palace a few deep in the courtyard, behind the heavy curtains, and could only watch Gao Chongwen and others fight against the traitors in my name. The first and only time I walked out of Chang'an in my life was when I was six years old and fled with my grandfather. Could it be that in this life, I will never be able to leave this little Chang'an, and I will never be able to leave this small palace?

**A moment is worth a thousand gold, but Li Chun, who has countless women, is not interested at all. There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and the beauties are like clouds, but Li Chun has never had that heart-pounding feeling. Don't mention those vulgar fans in the harem. And the noble concubine Guo is a famous family, with the appearance of Xizi, the appearance of Diao Chan, the talent of Zhuo Wenjun, the virtue of Ban Jieyu, graceful and luxurious, and quite the style of the mother of the country. But Li Chun is with her, but she never feels happy with each other, and even very uncomfortable, why is this? Li Chun couldn't say clearly. Is it because according to generation, Guo is his cousin? Or is it because Guo Shi's politeness always makes Li Chun feel hypocritical and contrived? Or is it because Guo's son Li You is too unsuccessful? ……

Li Chunli didn't have the slightest clue, and shook his head helplessly. If you have wine today and get drunk today, let's enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of you. Good days, good wine, delicious food, it seems that something is missing, what is missing? That's right, beauty, a peerless beauty who sings and dances among the flowers! It's a pity, it's a pity.

"Persuade the gentleman not to spare the golden clothes", a sweet singing voice floated over with the intoxicating spring breeze and floated into Li Chun's ears, the singing voice was crisp and sweet, tactful and melodious, Li Chun listened to it in his ears, but he felt that his limbs seemed to have been ironed with an iron, warm, and his heart was indescribable. Li Chun stood up with great interest and followed the direction from which the song came.

"Persuade the gentleman to cherish his youth", the singing voice turns a hundred times, like a yellow bird, like a lark, melodious and beautiful. Under the begonia tree, a young woman stood with her back to her, looking very graceful, and her singing voice came out. Li Chun was so drunk that she couldn't help but shake her spirit, and waved her hand to signal the eunuch next to her not to disturb her singing.

"There are flowers that can be folded and must be folded", the sweet singing voice seems to be full of teasing, Li Chun suddenly found that his whole body was hot, and his heart was pounding!

"Don't wait for no flowers and empty branches", the soft song floats in the air, dissolves in the moonlight, and curls endlessly. Li Chun's heart suddenly beat wildly, and he couldn't help but blush. The woman's singing voice was like a string, plucking the softest part of his heart. "I found it, I finally found it, I finally found the woman who made my heart flutter! I swear, no matter what her background is or what her appearance is, I will have a vigorous love affair with her, just like Emperor Tang Ming and Yang Guifei did back then", deep in Li Chun's heart, there was a voice roaring.

"This song should only be in the sky, and the world can hear it a few times", for a long time, for a long time, Li Chuncai gradually calmed down his excited emotions and blurted out praise.

The woman was taken aback, slowly turned her head, and met Li Chun's eyes. Li Chun was stunned, there was such a stunning woman in the world, his heart began to beat wildly again, and he couldn't say a word.

The woman had already bowed down, and Yan Yuying said: "The slave doesn't know that the emperor has arrived, and the crime deserves death!" ”

"You, how do you know that I am the Son of Heaven?" Li Chun came back to his senses for a long time and stammered and asked.

"Who else in the world has such a noble temperament as you?" The woman was very well-behaved and subtly complimented Li Chun.

"What's your name?" , Li Chun finally returned to his normal speaking speed.

"The slave maid's name is Du Qiu, who was originally a Jiangnan courtesan, and was later married as a concubine by the criminal minister Li Qiqiang. After Li Qi subdued the law, the slave maid was submerged into the palace and became a palace maid again", Du Qiu exhaled like an orchid, his voice was crisp, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, Li Chun's heart couldn't help but move again.

"You sing a beautiful song, I don't know who made it?"

"This song is called "Golden Silk Clothes", which is a graffiti work for slaves and maids, which is insulting and clear, and I ask Your Majesty to forgive your sins."

"What is the sin? In my opinion, your "Golden Threaded Clothes" is completely comparable to Yang Guifei's "Feather Clothes and Ni Clothes Song" back then! ”

"Your Majesty praises falsely, and the slave and maid dare not be ashamed."