ŷ�����˸�����A���߿�

My husband, please calm down.

Super Golden Eyes

In the second month of autumn, the sun is in Jiao, the sun is in the morning, and the sun is in the morning. The days are Geng and Xin, the emperor is Shaohao, and the god is Rushu. The insects are hair. The sound is Shang, and the rhythm is Zhongnan Lü. The number is nine. The taste is spicy and the smell is fishy. The sacrifice is at the gate, and the liver is sacrificed. The blind wind comes, the wild geese come, the black birds return, and the birds gather food. The emperor lives in the Zongzhang Temple, rides on the military road, drives a white camel, carries a white flag, wears white clothes, wears white jade, eats hemp and dog, and his utensils are thin and deep.

The Money-obsessed Alchemist

Duke Huan saw Xie Anshi's posthumous title written in a simple text. After reading it, he threw it to the guests sitting there and said, "This is Anshi's broken gold."

The rest of my life is with you

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."

For you, I'm willing to give up

Ruan Guanglu said: "There are three young men in the Wang family: Youjun, Anqi, and Changyu."

Meet you and meet the white moonlight