He was born in an emperor's family, but he didn't know how to fight, only poetry. At the age of fifteen, he returned to Zhongshan and rescued a swordsman of unknown origin. The man was covered in blood and mystery, but he wiped away his tears under the moonlight and said - "You are a good person. You are good to everyone."
He was born in troubled times, holding a sword and traveling to the ends of the earth, determined to end this world of broken rites and broken music. At the age of twenty-five, he was seriously injured and was taken back to the Taoist temple by a young man. The man had picturesque features and extraordinary grace. He bandaged his wounds under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and said - "In future battles, don't rush to the front."
One is a prince of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who lives in Zhongshan and just wants to write a poem that no one can match. One is a general of the Later Zhou Dynasty who has the world in mind and just wants to build a country that no one dares to bully.
They met each other when they least expected to meet. They wrote, played chess, drank, and watched the snow. He said under the moonlight - "Wait for me." He said under the osmanthus tree - "I'll wait for you."
But the situation suddenly changed, and the country changed hands. He was the leader of the Southern Tang Dynasty and the emperor of the Song Dynasty. What separates them is not only thousands of mountains and rivers, but also a whole world. On the night when Jinling City was destroyed, he put his sword on his neck and kicked open the door of his dormitory.
"Li Congjia, how dare you!"
He said that he hated him, hated him for destroying his country, killing his people, and taking away his kingdom. But he held his hand and said - "Congjia, you don't know how much I miss you."
He wrote "When will spring flowers and autumn moon come", which he kept in his imperial study. He asked, "It's the sorrow of separation that keeps cutting and keeping things in chaos." He answered - "It's the ordinary feeling of separation that lingers in my heart."
He was born as a young man in Zhongshan, and died as a lonely soul in Bianjing. His Congjia is his Congjia, he is Zhao Xuanlang, and he is also Zhao Kuangyin. He has been waiting for him all his life, and he has been waiting for him all his life.
An old dream from the Southern Tang Dynasty, a dream lasting sixteen years. The plum blossoms were blooming, but he didn't come to see them. The paper flowers fell, he picked them up and put them in the drawer. He had nothing left, only the paper flower and what the man said - "See you later."
Intention: Country hates family feud, fates are intertwined