The patient and noble hermit is attacked by VS the hypocritical and cold-blooded emperor
Liang Ruofeng, a name like the wind, should have a life like the wind. He should be happy, leisurely, free, and unrestrained; at the worst, he should live a self-sufficient, leisurely and cool hermit life in the mountains and forests.
Why, now he is in this cage, in this man-eating prison. The people here should be all man-eating evil beasts, not an outsider who knows nothing.
He always remembered how noisy and noisy the house was on the day he entered the palace when he was five years old, the cry of his mother who never cried, the worry on his resolute father's face, mixed with the beating of the rain. The knocking sound on the window sill seemed to penetrate into the bottom of his heart, the eunuch's shrill congratulations, the servants' hesitant footsteps and whispers. The gloomy sky, violent rain and ferocious people formed a scene that he would never forget.
At first, he just lived in the palace in a daze, not wanting to know anything or paying attention to anything. It was enough to just listen to that person, so he should be able to survive.
Later, he just wanted to leave, far away, to a place where he couldn't see his rights.
After all, no one can be his support except freedom.
Intention: Freedom is like the wind, and we yearn for it; life is like the wind, and it should be leisurely.