He is the young emperor, he is the little ordinary man. He is sitting on the world, and he only has the breeze in his sleeves.
He was besieged by the palace all his life and was not released until his death.
The swaying thunder, gentle wind and drizzle, guarding the country and the scenery are prosperous, and it is difficult to ask for the courage and loyalty of the ministers.
Even if a drunkenness relieves a thousand sorrows, so what?
It was him who overstepped his bounds.
Intention: If you want to have a close friend, do it sincerely