He once gave him royal wine and agreed to drink Huanglong in his old capital, Kaifeng; he once regarded him as an arm, holding up half of the country in the wind and rain. A good story about a king and his ministers who love each other as brothers ended in a glass of poisoned wine.
The snowstorm in Shaoxing in the eleventh year buried not only one hero, but also the entire spring in which a monarch and his ministers had treated each other with sincerity.
