Tang Shouheng had a long dream.
In the dream, he became the emperor of Daliang, but lost the husband he had admired all his life.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to Yonghe for twelve years. Fortunately, his husband was still alive and well that year.
This time, he doesn't want to be a wise man. He just wanted to hold He Linxi's hand.
Everyone thought he was a concubine prince who could be manipulated by others, but they didn't know that he was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, just to make a name for himself.
But He Linxi had to say that what he wanted was never to win someone's heart after he fell in love. "Your Highness, I am not a kind person. I approached you in the first place just to have an obedient chess piece."
You can't fool me, sir. You have polished yourself into the Mr. Plum Bone praised by the world, and I want to bring back the young man who wrote "I want to ride on the wind and ride the crane down to Yangzhou".
Everyone felt that we were a master-student match made in heaven. How do they know my selfishness? I don't just want to be your disciple, I want to be the most suitable couple of gods and immortals with you in the world.
Buddha said, turn around and you will find the shore. If I look back, I can see you.
Intention: In troubled times, how do literati with lofty ideals maintain their original aspirations?