妹妹色中色

Reborn as a Real Estate Tycoon

The king is sitting in the stone, the king is sitting in the city.

Taoyuan Beauty

Xiahou Taichu once wrote while leaning against a pillar. It was raining heavily at the time, and a thunderbolt broke the pillar he was leaning against. His clothes were burnt, but his expression remained unchanged, and his book was also intact. The guests around were all stumbling and unable to stop.

The protagonist is me.

Live streaming in the blacksmith shop

The so-called self-cultivation is to rectify one's heart. If one is angry, one cannot be rectified; if one is afraid, one cannot be rectified; if one is happy, one cannot be rectified; if one is worried, one cannot be rectified. If one's heart is not there, one will not see, hear, or taste. This is called self-cultivation is to rectify one's heart.

School Loft

When the emperor is about to offer sacrifices, he must first practice archery in the marsh. The marsh is where the men are selected. After shooting in the marsh, he can shoot in the archery palace. Those who hit the target can participate in the sacrifice; those who miss the target cannot participate in the sacrifice. Those who cannot participate in the sacrifice will be given a concession and their land will be reduced; those who can participate in the sacrifice will be celebrated and their land will be increased. This is how the rank is promoted and the land is reduced.

The World Doesn't Like Rice Balls

Confucius got up early, put his hands behind his back and dragged his stick, and swayed at the door, singing, "Is Mount Tai collapsing? Is the beam breaking? Is the philosopher withering?" After singing, he went in and sat in front of the door. Zigong heard it and said, "If Mount Tai collapses, where can I look up? If the beam breaks and the philosopher withers, where can I go? Master, I am afraid you will be ill." Then he hurried in. The Master said, "Ci! Why are you so late? The Xia emperor was buried on the east steps, which was like being in the east; the Yin people buried between the two pillars, which meant that they were flanked by the host and the guest; the Zhou people buried on the west steps, which was like being the guest. And I am a Yin person. Last night, I dreamed that I was sitting and lying between the two pillars. If a wise king does not rise, who in the world can respect me? I am about to die." He died after seven days of illness.