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The Cold-Faced Girl and the Gentle President

Who rode my bamboo horse?

In this month, the sun reaches its limit, the moon reaches its limit, and the stars return to the sky. The number is about to end, and the year is about to begin again. He is focused on the farmers and does not use them. The emperor, together with the dukes, ministers, and officials, reviewed the state code and discussed the seasons in preparation for the coming year. He ordered the historian to rank the dukes and give them sacrifices to share the feasts of the emperor of heaven, the god of the land, and the land of the grain. He ordered the states with the same surname to share the fodder for the temples. He ordered the prime ministers, ministers, and common people to count the number of lands and fields, and give them sacrifices to share the worship of the mountains, forests, and famous rivers. All the people in the nine states and islands of the world all contributed their efforts to share the worship of the emperor of heaven, the god of the land, the grain, the temples, the mountains, forests, and famous rivers.

Han Shao sweetly pampers his little wife

Zhong Shang You Qi

Bian Ling looked at his uncle: "It is as bright as a hundred houses."

Marriage drama stage

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 Supreme Emperor