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The Evil President's Little Wife

When a woman has a good event, she must bow solemnly even if she is given by the king. When sitting for a corpse , then do not bow with your hands, bow solemnly; for the funeral host, do not bow with your hands. Wear hemp sash and hemp belt. Take the sacrificial table and offer the table without sitting. Hold the empty as if holding full, enter the empty as if there is someone. In all sacrifices in the hall in the room, do not wear barefoot, but in banquets. Never fail to eat fresh food.

To you my youth

The emperor collected taxes, and went through the ranks of soldiers, and personally swore an oath to the gods to train the army. He moved left and right, sat and stood up to observe their changes; and showed them the birds and salted the benefits to observe whether they would not violate orders. He sought to subdue their wills, and did not covet their gains, so that he would win in battle and receive blessings in sacrifice.

The daily life of the female supporting role in the fast wear

Yuzhang prefect Gu Shao was Yong’s son. When Shao died in the county, Yong Sheng gathered his subordinates and played Go by himself. A letter from outside arrived, but there was no letter from the child. Although his expression remained unchanged, he understood the reason. He pinched his palm with his claws and blood stained the mattress. After the guests had left, Fang sighed and said, "I am no longer as high as Yanling, so how can I be held responsible for losing my sight?" Then he let go of his sorrow and looked calm.

On Jun Tongdao

A river of spring water

When Wei Jie was a child, he asked Le Ling about his "dream", and Le Ling replied, "It's just thinking." Wei said, "If you dream about something that is not connected between your body and your spirit, how can it be imagination?" Le said, "It is cause. I have never dreamed of riding a car into a rat hole, or pounding vegetables with an iron pestle. This is because there is no imagination and no cause." Wei thought about the "cause" for several days but could not find one, and thus he fell ill. I was pleased to hear it, so I ordered my driver to analyze it. Wei is slightly worse. Le sighed and said, "This child must not have any serious illness in his chest!"

Good Luck

During the funeral of Zi Zhang, Gong Mingyi wrote a memorial: the red curtain and the red material, and the ants gathered at the four corners, which was a Yin scholar.