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My countless clones

Central Earth. Its day is Wu Ji. Its emperor is Huangdi, and its god is Hou Tu. Its insect is naked, its tone is Gong, and its musical note is the palace of Huangzhong in the musical scale. Its number is five. Its taste is sweet, and its smell is fragrant. Its shrine is Zhongliu, and it is used to sacrifice to the ancestors. The emperor lives in the great temple and the great room, rides on the great road, drives a yellow horse, carries a yellow flag, wears a yellow robe, and wears yellow jade. He eats millet and cattle, and his utensils are round and wide.

My beloved enemy

Yuan Yang once visited Liu Hui, but Hui was sleeping inside and had not yet woken up. Yuan Yin composed a poem to tune it: "The horn pillow is as bright as the silk, and the brocade quilt is as rotten as the long mat." Liu Shang, the daughter of Emperor Ming of Jin, saw the poem and was dissatisfied, saying: "Yuan Yang, a madman left over from the ancient times!"

Sweet military marriage, the soldier king's hacker wife

When leaving a bow to someone else, the following points should be paid attention to: when the bow is stretched, the tendons are the most important, and when the bow is relaxed, the horns are the most important. The right hand holds the flute, the left hand holds the urn

After the shield was turned into a regular, he became a wife slave

The poor wife comes to turn over the cards

In this month, he orders the four supervisors to gather the fodder of the hundred counties to feed the sacrifices. He orders all the people to contribute their efforts to the gods of the heaven and earth, the mountains, the rivers, and the four directions, to worship the spirits of the ancestral temples and the land, and to pray for the blessings of the people. In this month, he orders women officials to dye and color, and to decorate and decorate according to the law, without any mistakes. Black, yellow, cang, and red must all be of good quality, and no one dares to be false, so as to provide clothes for the sacrifices in the suburbs and temples, as flags, and to distinguish the nobles and the humble.

One thought makes you a devil, one thought makes you a saint

Shan Gong was highly regarded in the court and even when he was over seventy years old, he still knew how to manage the current affairs. Guisheng is young, like He, Pei, Wang and others, and they all talk and chant together. There is an inscription on the pillar of the pavilion: "To the east of the pavilion, there is a big ox, He Jiaoyang, Pei Kaiqiu, and Wang Ji are so angry that they can't rest." Some say: Pan Ni built it.