Chapter Thirty-Eight: Do You Want to Be an Emperor?
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. It's just that the sorrow of the past can't withstand the lovesickness of today, and the prince Zhao Qin stood in the evening breeze and wore white, like a chic immortal.
The maid next to her is fragrant. It seems that it is rare to see Zhao Qin, who is unruly on weekdays, so quiet, quietly looking 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, whether it is spring, summer, autumn and winter are all green, in the bleak autumn and winter, such as the 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 and lowered her eyes to sniff her collar. Zhao Qin realized that it was his usual arrogance that made these maids dare not be careless to themselves. smiled awkwardly, shook off the dust on the brocade clothes, and reached out to pinch the pretty chin of the red jade. She didn't dare to move, but for some reason she had the courage she hadn't had before, and she raised her head just to see Zhao Qin looking at her with a smile on her 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. Even looking at Zhao Qin's eyes, they 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 saw that there was a beautiful woman in the Fu family in the south of the city, and I looked at it quietly that night, and it was really beautiful like a flower, and it was beautiful and incomprehensible. A young man's voice came from outside the door, and King Pingyang hurriedly put away the book in his hand and greeted the young man with a smile on his face. As for who dared to call the King of Pingyang Lao Zhao in the Pingyang Palace, it was not Zhao Qin, the biggest gentleman in Chang'an City.
"Brother Qin, which flower-like beauty do you fall in love with? Tell your father, even your father from the emperor's Laozi's family will get it for you. The king thief of Pingyang looked at his son shyly. No one could have expected that this famous general would talk to his son like this.
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, and reached out to pluck his ear again. It is estimated that he found a scoop of ear feces, stuck to his fingers, and two fingers pulled a slingshot to drive away the ear feces. "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 afterglow of the setting sun, a generation of generals had declining faces, and in addition to his love for himself, Zhao Qin also saw his worries under the devastation.
"This excerpt is Sima Gong's reform law. ”
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. At a glance, I just saw Zhao Qin looking at his sleeves with a pair of thief eyes. sighed helplessly: "Feudal frontier, cancel hereditary, what a big deal." Although today's son is young, the old man has to admire him. ”
"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 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 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, I can't be a wicked person, this emperor, if you want to do it, then I will raise my hands in favor, and when the time comes, it will be more majestic to make a prince, 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 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 to marry back and 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 own son, and King Pingyang was like a deflated and stunned boy.
"What kind of person you are, I don't know. But outside the Hongzhao Courtyard, I heard Li Shi'er say that he met in the year and turned into a bright moon with a breeze. What else do you say about a ruthless person, damn Zhao Ruyu. I heard this clearly, and I would never 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 come back, but they didn't come together. But 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 himself, 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, not frequent laughter.
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.
The night view of Chang'an City is not very beautiful, it is in autumn. It was so cold that it seemed that even a stove could not protect against it. 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, and it looks even more desolate.
Qingle Street, singing and dancing in the streets. Zhao Qin threw away the green onion horse, and naturally 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.
Drunken Red Building, whether it is bricks and tiles, the floor poles in the pavilion, and 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, rarely draped his hair, and only used a purple rope to close it around his waist, and his white and flawless face made many women who had been coated with fat powder ashamed of themselves. But all the beauties who pass by must be pinched by this big gentleman with her chin, lips or hair. A group of flowers bloom among the flowers, and Zhao Qin is a full flower in the middle.