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The CEO’s Love: Don’t even think about snatching my ex-wife away!

When Ji Sun's mother died, Duke Ai went to offer condolences. Zengzi and Zigong went to offer condolences. The gatekeeper did not let them in because the king was present. Zengzi and Zigong went into the stable and dressed up. Zigong went in first, and the gatekeeper said, "The governor has already told us." Zengzi went in later, and the gatekeeper let him in. When they went inside, the nobles and officials all left their seats, and the Duke lowered his rank and bowed to them. The gentleman said, "If you use all your skills, you will go far." When Jiefu of Yangmen died, the city manager Zihan went in and cried. The Jin people who spied on Song reported back to the Duke of Jin, saying, "Jiefu of Yangmen died, and Zihan wept bitterly, and the people were pleased. It is unlikely that he should be attacked." Confucius heard about it and said, "How good is the spying on the country! The Book of Songs says, 'When the people are in mourning, they should be supported and clothed.' Although it is only a small country like Jin, who in the world can do it?"

The Hidden God

A filial son must think about things in advance when he is about to offer sacrifices; he must prepare things in advance; he must be empty in order to manage them. After the palace is built, the walls and houses are built, and all the things are ready, the husband and wife take a bath together, wear the best clothes and flatter to offer the sacrifices. It is clear and orderly, as if he cannot overcome it or will lose it. Isn't this the deepest filial piety! The offerings and sacrifices are presented, the rituals and music are arranged, and the officials are prepared. Then they are presented with respect and respect. Then they are explained to the gods and spirits, so that they may be worshipped. "Maybe they may be worshipped" is the aspiration of the filial son. When the filial son offers sacrifice, he should be sincere and sincere, trustworthy and trustworthy, respectful and respectful, and ceremonial without going beyond the limit. He must be respectful when he advances and retreats, as if he were obeying orders from his parents, so that he may be ordered. The filial son's sacrifice is understandable. When he stands, he is respectful and humble, when he advances, he is respectful and happy, and when he offers, he is respectful and eager; when he retreats and stands, he is as if he is about to receive an order; when he has finished and retreats, he has a look of respect and courtesy on his face. When the filial son offers sacrifice, if he stands without bowing, he is stubborn; when he advances without happiness, he is distant; when he offers without desire, he does not love; when he retreats and stands, he is not as good as if he were ordered, he is arrogant; when he has finished and retreats, he has no look of respect and courtesy, and he has forgotten his origin. If he offers sacrifice in this way, he has failed. A filial son who has deep love must have a harmonious temperament; a harmonious temperament must have a happy expression; a happy expression must have a gentle expression. A filial son is like holding a jade, like offering a fullness, and is full of it, as if he cannot win, as if he is about to lose it. Sternness, dignity, and solemnity are not the way to serve one's parents, but the way to become an adult.

A powerful concubine

Love turns to abuse

Kite flying on the cloud

Zhang Jiying was appointed as the Eastern Cao official by King Qi. When he was in Luoyang, he saw the autumn wind rising and thought of the mushroom and vegetable soup and sea bass sashimi in Wu. He said, "It is important to be comfortable in life. Why should I travel thousands of miles to seek fame and title!" So he ordered his carriage to return. Soon the King of Qi was defeated, and people at that time all said that it was a sign of good fortune.

Rebirth of the Hot Little Wife: Where is the President?

In the last month of summer, the sun is in the willow, the fire is in the dusk, and the Kui is in the morning. The days are Bing and Ding. Its emperor is Yan Emperor, and its god is Zhurong. Its insects are feathers. Its sound is Zheng, and its rhythm is Lin Zhong. Its number is seven. Its taste is bitter, and its smell is burnt. Its offering is to the stove and the lungs. The warm wind begins to arrive, crickets live on the wall, eagles learn, and rotten grass becomes fireflies. The emperor resides in the right side of Mingtang, rides on a red road, drives a red horse, carries a red flag, wears a red robe, and wears red jade. He eats beans and chickens, and his utensils are high and coarse. He orders fishermen to kill dragons and catch alligators, and climb turtles and catch sea turtles. He orders marsh people to collect wood and reeds.