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The romantic killer and the pretty president

Fan Xuan had never entered the government. Han Kangbo was traveling with him, so he lured them into the county together. Fan Yi got off the car from behind.

I have a small shop

People at that time wanted to write a poem about sitting high but failed. Huan Tingwei asked the Duke of Zhou about it, and the Duke of Zhou said, "It can be said to be brilliant." Duke Huan said, "It has a profound spirit."

The best demon dad

Huan Xuanwu was born into a poor family. He lost a lot in a game of chess. His creditors demanded a lot of money from him. He wanted to find a way to get back on his feet, but he didn't know where to start. Yuan Dan of Chen County was handsome and versatile. Xuanwu wanted to ask for help from Dan, but Dan was in a difficult situation at the time and he was afraid that he would be suspected, so he tried to tell him. He agreed immediately without any regret. So he changed his clothes, put on a cloth hat and followed Wen, playing with his creditor. Tan had always been famous for his fine art, so the creditor came to the chessboard and said, "Why don't you do something like Yuan Yandao?" Then they started to play together. A throw of one hundred thousand can easily add up to millions. He threw his horse aside and shouted, as if no one was around. He raised his cloth cap and threw it to the man and said, "Do you know Yuan Yandao?"

Medical Path

The first ten years of a person's life are spent as a child, learning. At twenty, one is weak and then crowned. At thirty, a man is considered strong and has a wife. At forty one is strong and can serve in an official capacity. At fifty, he is called Ai, and he serves as an official. Sixty is called Ji, which means to give instructions. Seventy is considered old, and time for passing on. Eighty or ninety years old is called mao, and seven years old is called dao. Even if the people of dao and mao are guilty, they shall not be punished. A hundred years is called Yi.

The Master of Xiaoyao Sect in the City

The mystery of the reincarnation of a talented person

Zi Zhang came to see me after he had removed his mourning clothes. He gave me a zither, and played it in harmony. He played it and made a sound. He stood up and said, "I dare not fail to follow the rites established by the ancient kings."