Powerful Lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty

The autumn wind swept over the city of Jinling, and Li Yu stood alone on the west tower, looking at the bright moon that once illuminated the bustling Qinhuai River, but now it was only cold. The ink on the song "Poppy Beauty" on the case was not yet dry, but he heard the sound of horse hooves outside the city, and the Song Army's flag had changed colors. In the past, the grand scene of "cars like flowing water and horses like dragons" has finally turned into a sigh of "the carved railings and jade masonry are still there, but the beauty has changed." In a trance, I seem to see Emperor E standing under the plum tree in plain clothes, smiling and playing the piano. He reached out to touch it, but his fingertips only touched the cold iron bars. It turns out that the glory of the emperor in this life is just a dream. He finally failed her and the country. "How much sorrow can you have?" He murmured to himself, raised his hand and drank the cup of poisonous wine. A tear dropped from the corner of his eye into the cup, causing ripples, just like the spring water flowing eastward that year.