The infringing king x the blind poet x-year-old prince
Western fantasy/palace tragedy/pure love and beauty
The blind poet thought he had met his equal and confidant,
Little did he know that it was a love network carefully laid by the emperor.
Tenderness is false, possession is true; companionship is play.
Days at Vester Castle
The king loved that his talent resonated with his soul in the secret chamber.
The queen loved his fragility and gave him a motherly hug in the flower room. Even the arrogant prince went crazy trying to make things difficult for him and wanted to possess him.
Lies, possession, love, and depravity are intertwined.
He uses poetry as a sword
Entering into the ultimate game of royal power and sincerity, a fateful tragedy that begins with deception begins.
I'm going to see you
I connected the broken bones into steps,
Burn your back into a wooden paddle,
Turn your soul into a bird rolling in the cold ashes,
Can you allow me to stop by your side for a short time?
Purpose: To explore the game of love and desire through the love-hate tragedy of the blind poet and the three Wangs. True salvation is never illuminated by others, but ignited by one's own hands in the darkness. I have become an elegy that no one can continue
