Emperor Ci Among Flowers Lives in Misty Rain

During the Southern Tang Dynasty, the city of Jinling covered half of Jiangnan. The mist and rain are the soul of this place, the wind and moon are the bones of this place, and the flowing water of the Qinhuai River never stops day and night, carrying the boats and singing, the willow color on the palace walls, the prosperity of a city, and a person from birth to death, from clouds to quagmire. His name is Li Yu, whose courtesy name is Chongguang. Born in an imperial family, ranked sixth, there are elder brothers competing for the throne, and there are palaces and palaces below. According to common sense, he should have been the most idle prince in the palace, reading, writing, painting, composing lyrics, listening to the wind and rain, looking at flowers and the moon. His whole life had nothing to do with the politics of the court, and had nothing to do with the chaos of swords and wars. But fate is the most absurd. It will push the person who is least suitable to be an emperor to the heaviest throne.