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Miracle Doctor

In the last month of summer, the sun is in the willow, the fire is in the dusk, and the Kui is in the morning. The days are Bing and Ding. Its emperor is Yan Emperor, and its god is Zhurong. Its insects are feathers. Its sound is Zheng, and its rhythm is Lin Zhong. Its number is seven. Its taste is bitter, and its smell is burnt. Its offering is to the stove and the lungs. The warm wind begins to arrive, crickets live on the wall, eagles learn, and rotten grass becomes fireflies. The emperor resides in the right side of Mingtang, rides on a red road, drives a red horse, carries a red flag, wears a red robe, and wears red jade. He eats beans and chickens, and his utensils are high and coarse. He orders fishermen to kill dragons and catch alligators, and climb turtles and catch sea turtles. He orders marsh people to collect wood and reeds.

Ink and clear

Since Yin Zhongwen had always been famous, he believed that he would be able to govern the country. Suddenly he became the prefect of Dongyang, and he felt very unhappy. When he arrived at Fuyang, he sighed and said, "Looking at the terrain and conditions here, there must be another Sun Bofu!"

Mr. Huo, your wife is pulling out the Internet cable again.

When you are about to move away, don't make things too tight. When you are about to go to class, your voice must be loud. There are two shoes outside. If you hear the words, you can enter. If you don’t hear the words, you can’t enter. When entering a house, one must look down. When entering a house, lock the door firmly and do not look back; when the door is opened, open it; when the door is closed, close it; if someone comes in later, lock the door and do not let them in. Do not step on shoes, do not step on mats, and do not move towards corners by picking up clothes. Be cautious and keep your promises.

Rebirth of Mortal Life

Urban Dragon King Son-in-law

King Wen of Jin had great merits and virtues, and he sat at the table with solemnity and respect, worthy of a king. Only Ruan Ji was sitting there, sitting cross-legged, whistling and singing, feeling relaxed and at ease.

The Gu Son-in-law

Confucians have a palace of one acre, a room with round walls, a door with bamboo, a thatched door and a window with urns; they change their clothes and go out, and eat every day. They dare not doubt the emperor's answer, and dare not flatter the emperor's answer. They are like this in their official career.