The emperor knew that he would be in trouble, so he often stored poison in opium poppies. Fortunately, he said to the concubines: "If a thief comes, you and Cao should drink it first, and then I will drink it." - "Zi Zhi Tong Jian - Volume 185"
Xiao Zhaoye, Wan Yanliang... I like everyone who looks like you in this world. No matter whether history criticizes you for violating nature and abusing the people, or whether it is too numerous to write down, I will still love you. You are my priceless treasure, and my wish is to be buried with you. I will accompany you in the eighteen hells. People in future generations will love the fireworks in Yangzhou in March. Only those who love you deeply know what it means.
This is the story of falling in love with a man who makes people have to love, so living a life that has to be painful. Because of his existence, the prosperous Tang Dynasty that I most admire and admire has been eclipsed.
Intention: Love is like a moth to the flame, hatred is unforgettable, fear is like Ye Gong who loves dragons, and it is shameful to be deeply devoted.
