Li Yu: If I were not the emperor.

"Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward."

Taiping rejuvenating the country for three years, Tanabata, is also my forty-second birthday.

Some prostitutes are singing and dancing in my small building.

In the graceful wind, the flashy scenes of the past surged.

I can't help but blurt out, "How much sadness can you have, just like a river flowing eastward".

I sing affectionately, and I'm afraid to sing in tears.

The angel of Emperor Taizong brought me royal wine from time to time.

I looked up at my later Chou, and there was a little panic in her eyes.

I smiled, picked up my cup and gulped it down.

In the fright of prostitutes, after a week of crying, my consciousness gradually blurred.

Until there is only one thought left: if only I were not the Queen of Southern Tang Dynasty.

Then, no then.

0 1.

My name is Rain Lee, and I am a poet.

Some people call me Your Majesty, because I am still the king of Southern Tang Dynasty.

I knew this day would come.

I knew it from the moment I ascended the throne to Kaifeng.

God won't give me extra time to write poems and lyrics. Because I am the emperor, I am the emperor of national subjugation.

When the emperor is free, he can be a poet once. But a real poet can never be an emperor.

I am the most "real" poet. I can only write poems, burn my life and create the swan song of the world.

Therefore, I must die, and the pain of death is humbled.

Wang Luo's Memory contains:

Xu Xuan was originally from Li Yuchen in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and later worked in a secondary vocational school in the Song Dynasty. One day, Zhao Xuan said to him, why don't you go and meet your old master? So Xu Xuan went to see him on the orders of Taizong.

If I had been a poet instead of an emperor, maybe the final outcome would not be so tragic;

In that case, my position in the history of literature cannot be said to be unparalleled in the world. At least the number of excellent works can be comparable to that of Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Dongpo and Xin Qiji.

However, when I became the emperor, I became a bad king who did nothing, enjoyed himself and lost his country.

After I drank that glass of wine, my poems can only be recorded by future generations.

PS: It's a pity that only 40 Li Houzhu's words are preserved in "Five Pronouns in the Whole Tang Dynasty" edited by Ren Jin, among which there are some questionable works.

02.

I am the fifth in my family, and it is not my turn to sit in the dragon chair.

I am destined to be a wild crane in the clouds all my life, so I have no preparation in my heart, and I have no ambition to covet the throne.

All day, I was beautiful, drinking wine, reciting poems, drawing pictures … enjoying life and wandering in the kingdom of poetry and aesthetics.

After father Li Jing, there are two agreed heirs.

One is an uncle who can be "brother and sister" and the other is the prince's brother. It's not my turn yet.

Originally, after my uncle or eldest brother ascended the throne, I would be the grandson of the Prince, a romantic lover, a poet laureate and a happy fairy in Jinling City.

However, God likes to play jokes on people.

Soon, my father's successors and obstacles on my way were invited to heaven one by one.

I, Li Zhongguang, became the heir to the throne.

I had to bite the bullet and ascend the throne in Jinling.

An idle person who writes long and short sentences insists that I have to take care of everything. It is really "a kind of mind, and there is nowhere to arrange it in the world" ("Recent Flowers").

03.

I prefer Nanjing to Nanchang, the capital of my father.

I would rather be a vassal of Zhao Kuangyin in Nanking for fifteen years than be a more independent emperor in Nanchang. This is my choice.

I can't say why.

Maybe Zhong Ling is a beautiful stone town, which can give me more poetic inspiration.

In fact, I know from the historical map that southerners who are as romantic as me have no advantage over northerners who believe in realism.

Just like the lonely stone horse in Jiangnan, it is weak in beauty, thin in purity, too gentle in elegance, and lacks the grandeur of men in the way of jumping.

When waiting for romance, it is bound to be affectionate, and it is easy to think of things in the best way.

Northerners, on the other hand, are honest, rigorous in natural style, step by step, and rarely emotional.

Zhao Kuangyin lives in Taiyuan, Shanxi, and his leading core is Chai Shizong's Northern Zhou people.

They walked forward step by step. When my mother and Tingting danced Jin Ping Mei for me, Jinling City was surrounded.

The natural barrier of the Yangtze River has always been a barrier to the south of the Yangtze River. Zhao Kuangyin attacked Nantang. I once heard that he had the idea of bridging the river.

However, my courtiers and I, after hearing this rumor, not only did not show fear, but laughed at it as a big joke.

Jade heard that the court was going to build floating beams, so she called the minister. The minister said, "Since he entered the DPRK, the Yangtze River has never built floating beams." Yu Dao: "I thought it was a joke, too!" "("Song History ")

Zhang Yue, a scholar who laughs together, is a real pest.

Later, when the city fell, he said he would die, and everyone was waiting to see how he died. In the blink of an eye, he didn't want to die. He said, I want to be a martyr. Who will write the surrender book for the country?

Cao Bin Enemy at the Gates, I have no way to defeat the enemy, so I have to surrender and move my family to Kaifeng.

04.

Song Taizu, a soldier, called me "disobedient". Who knows whether it was flattering or insulting.

I think: the poet who received this letter of appointment must be in distress situation.

Give me a slap and a sweet date, I have to be grateful.

The longer I stay in Bianjing, the more pathetic I feel. But I don't want to die.

I put them into my words word by word, the sad, trembling and uneasy heart that only wants to live and live in suspense.

On the day of saying goodbye to the temple in a hurry, Jiao Fang still played the farewell song "Broken Array".

There is nothing to say when you go to the west wing alone, and the moon is like a hook to "cry at night."

How much hate, last night in my dream ("Looking at Jiangnan"),

I didn't know I was a guest in my dream, so I indulged in "Langtaosha" in an afternoon.

But even though Zhao Kuangyin didn't like me, he kept me alive. When Zhao Guangyi came to power, my humiliating day came.

I finally don't understand why Zhao Guangyi should punish me so viciously. Must I be consumed by willfulness bit by bit?

The only reason to think of it is probably a woman, that is, my beautiful Xiao Zhou.

It's my sister in the song "Bodhisattva Man". "The moon is dark and the fog is light. It would be nice to be with Lang now, but socks are fragrant and shoes are golden. "

Zhou Xiao absolutely loves me, but unfortunately, after following Bianjing, she was attracted by Song Taizong, a soldier.

Emperor Taizong often carried her to Otani in a green sedan chair, stayed there for ten days and then put her back.

This is disrespectful.

Moreover, Zhao Guangyi bastard, fortunately, it's okay. This fellow also called the court painter. Fortunately, Xiao Zhou asked the painter to draw realistically.

This painting is called Happy Little Week in Xiling, and this is the situation of the conquered people.

A man can't even protect the woman he loves, and his face is trampled by bastards in this world?

Notes of Southern Tang Dynasty contains:

In spite of this, Zhao didn't leave me alone, leaving me to fend for myself.

On the 42nd birthday, a pot of wine from the royal family was delivered to the front. "Dear poet, I wish you a happy birthday and a toast to you!"

Swallow it in one gulp, and the toxicity will begin immediately. After a long period of boiling pain, you will die with hatred.

The cowardice of living, the pain of death! Come, only sigh!

If only I were not the emperor!