Sanyi Sports Chess

Holding hands forever

Jian Wen said to Wang Huaizu: "You are not very talented, but you are not indifferent to fame and wealth; just a little bit of sincerity and honesty is enough to show a lot to others."

My ex, you are amazing

Wang Taiwei asked Meizi, "Why don't you respect your uncle's famous scholars?" Meizi said, "Why are famous scholars lying all day long?"

I love you forever

Huan's chariot was in Jingzhou, and Zhang Xuan was the attendant. They were sent to Jiangling. On the way, they passed by Yangqi village. Suddenly, they saw a man holding half a small basket of raw fish. He came directly to build a boat and said, "I have fish. I want to send them to make sashimi." Zhang then moored the boat and took the fish in. When asked his surname, he said he was Liu Yimin. When Zhang Su heard his name, he treated him with great pleasure. When Liu knew that Zhang had received the order, he asked, "Are Xie An and Wang Wendu both good?" Zhang wanted to talk very much, but Liu had no intention of stopping. After the sliced ​​​​fish was served, he left and said, "I caught this fish just now, and I saw that there should be sliced ​​​​fish dishes on your boat, so I came here." Then he left. Zhang then chased to Liu's house and set up a banquet for him, but he was not clear about the purpose. Zhang Gao was a man who had no choice but to drink it. As they were drinking together, Liu stood up first and said, "We are now cutting reeds and should not stay for long." Zhang had no way to keep him.

The President's Wife Refuses to Accept the Joy

Prime Minister Wang was frugal, and there were delicious fruits under his tent, which were always abundant. When the spring came, the army was rotten and the governor reported it to the emperor, who ordered them to leave. He said, "Be careful not to let Dalang know."

The perfect village chief

My Savage Prince

When Yu Zisong finished writing a fu, his follower Wenkang saw it and asked, "If there is intention, then it is not the end of fu; if there is no intention, then what is there to write about?" He replied, "It is somewhere between intention and no intention."