What does the King of Light say about his situation? Sometimes it's the focus, the object of ridicule and tease by the brothers. Sometimes it is the invisible man, the invisible man who is ignored, ignored, and left to fend for himself.

His mother, Zheng, was Guo Guifei's maid, who was controlling and hot-tempered. One of her maids climbed onto the dragon bed and gave birth to a prince, it is conceivable that Guo Guifei did not give Zheng's small shoes to wear, which is not her character.

The prince of a lady-in-waiting is himself inferior among the princes. Li Yi herself is not outstanding, and people in the palace say that Li Yi is not smart. When Li Yi was twelve or thirteen years old, he made some moves to receive foreign envoys, and the people in the palace laughed at him.

His elder brother, Emperor Muzong, came to see him, touched his head and said to the people around him: "How can you ordinary people understand that he is a big man in our family." ”

Li Yi often dreamed of flying in the sky on a dragon, and he told his mother about his dream, and his mother warned him not to tell such words to a second person.

He is invisible, and it is difficult to realize such a simple wish. He wants to have no quarrel with the world, but someone wants to fight with him, and it is his life.

Li Yi had breakfast, sat in the study, and studied calligraphy. King Ying came to visit, King Ying came in and saw Li Yi concentrating on writing, and on the desk, there were a few big characters written on a piece of paper.

Li Yi raised his eyelids to look at him, and then concentrated on copying the calligraphy in his hand. King Ying is not surprised, this is the King of Light, if he suddenly said: "Virtuous nephew, come and see Uncle Huang's words, and evaluate it." "Then he's weird.

The few big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance are as good as water, which is particularly eye-catching. Because the parts of those words are split, it doesn't matter whether the font is good or bad, before judging whether the font is good or bad, you have to combine the words first.

Ying Wang paced to the bookshelf, took out a book casually, a brand new book, and took out a book, which was still a brand new book... It seems that the various books on this shelf, the books on both walls, are all decorations.

Not to mention the annotations of the fly's heads, it is a nest of pages and corners, and there is no mark. King Ying held a copy of "Zhenguan Dignitaries" in his hand, and the book had traces of turning.

"Uncle Guang, my nephew asked my uncle to go on an outing outside the city." The King of Light put down his pen, his hands stained with ink. There were no scholars or maids in the study.

King Guang returned to the dormitory to change into a cotton robe, and put a fox fur cloak on the outside. The two had nothing to say and were discharged all the way. A row of carriages waited outside the gate of King Guang's mansion, and King Mao, King Peng, King Qiong, and King An were all there.

The carriage behind the King of Light, with a brazier in the carriage, was placed under the footsteps. There is also a hand warmer on the seats, and the cushions are covered with soft rabbit fur. There are melons and fruits and refreshments on the desk, and cigarettes from the golden toad incense burner curl up.

King Guang took out a book from a few drawers on the desk, opened it and looked at it, holding the stove in his arms. The carriage swayed forward, and the King of Light closed his eyelids unconsciously, and the book in his hand slipped to the ground. The stove didn't let go.

In the warm carriage like spring, King Guang's mouth was half open, and a good dream was in full swing, King Ying came up, "Uncle Guang," King Guang opened his eyes and raised his hand to wipe his mouth.

King Guang got out of the carriage, it was spring inside, and it was cold winter outside, and he was reluctant to warm the carriage like spring. He opened his mouth to yawn, and his mouth opened, and cold air poured in. Freeze the yawn back.

He glanced around, bare trees, what are you swimming here? He walked slowly towards the group.

There were several small hills in the south of Chang'an City, the elevation of the hills was not high, and the slope was not large, so he silently followed behind everyone and climbed up the mountain. The snowflakes were fluttering in the sky, and the brothers and nephews were in high spirits, chanting poems as they walked.

On snowy days, the wind dances and the snow drifts, and the birds and birds are difficult to find. There is a wind and snow pavilion on the top of the mountain, with windows on all sides. The retinue lit the stove in the attic, and the food was roasted hot on the stove. Hu cakes, dried meat charcoal barbecue, charred aroma. Blanch the flask in hot water until warm.

The crowd did not stick to the form, or standing, or sitting, or lay on the chair with a wool cushion. The snowflakes outside are getting bigger and bigger, and the snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a seat, and the pieces are blown down to Xuanyuan Terrace.

The king of light sat by the window, holding the bread in one hand and the meat in the other, eating a bite of the cake, just a bite of the meat, and staring out the window. This kind of outing is really interesting and worth the trip.

The king of Ying over there said: "The north wind is tight overnight. King Peng: "The snow is drifting when you open the door." King Qiong: "Roll up the ground and fold the grass." King An: "The catkins rose because of the wind." Ying Wang: "Pear blossom seven-point stamen." King Peng: "Plum blossoms are a wisp of soul." ”

Such a hidden place can be found by King Ying, Li Yi thought, and turned his face to look at a few people. King Ying's mouth muttered a pair, his eyes looked at the King of Light, and King Ying smiled at him. The King of Light looked away expressionlessly, and a layer of snowflakes was spread on the ground, white and soft.

There are snowflakes in the sky, snow on the ground, and you and your loved ones are walking, running, and having snowball fights in the snow. Unrestrained, willful and free to play in the snow, what a beautiful thing, King Guang sighed in his heart.

They had to rush back before the curfew, and their attendants carried their utensils down the mountain first. Several princes walked together, and the King of Light lowered his head and focused on his feet, walking last. The snow on the mountain road was quite thick, and the King of Light only paid attention to his feet, and he didn't see who came to him. He was hit by someone, and his feet slipped and rolled down the mountain.

He raised his arm to cover his face, and where he stopped, I don't know where? Fortunately, the fox fur cloak is still there, although it was scratched by the branches, at least it is still draped on the body.

He wanted to cry out for help, but the other princes should not have gone far at this time. But I am afraid that although the mountain is not high, but where the forest is dense, there are nocturnal beasts

He wrapped his cloak tightly and stood up with his left foot so painful that he didn't dare to touch the ground, only to find that his left ankle was swollen quite high. The moon was round and quietly watching him. The clear light of the moon reflected the light of the snow, and the soft and quiet light between the heavens and the earth softened his heart.

The wind stopped and the snow stopped, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky. In the watery moonlight, the King of Light walked towards the place where the smoke rose in the distance. The smoke in the distance seemed very close, and the King of Light didn't know how far he had walked, and the smoke was still floating there.

King Guang was physically exhausted and fell at the door of a family's house. In the silence of the night, he heard the sound of a window sash opening. He thought that his master knew that he was lying outside the door, so he got up to his rescue. He cried out for help