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Princess Daily Life

Magic Sound

When Bo Yu's mother died, he cried even after a certain period of time. The Master heard about it and said: "Who is crying with you?" The disciple said: "It's the carp." The Master said: "Hey! It's too much." Bo Yu heard about it and then got rid of it.

Being an undercover agent is a technical job

In the middle of summer, the sun is in the East Well, the sun sets in the middle of Kang, and the sun rises in the middle of Wei. The days are Bing and Ding. Its emperor is Emperor Yan, and its god is Zhurong. Its insect is feathered. Its sound is Zheng, and its rhythm is Ruibin. Its number is seven. Its taste is bitter, and its smell is burnt. Its offering is to the stove, and the lung is sacrificed first. When the Lesser Heat arrives, mantises are born. Cuckoos begin to sing, and the tongue is silent. The emperor lives in the Mingtang and the Taimiao, rides on a red road, drives a red horse, carries a red flag, wears red clothes, wears red jade, eats beans and chickens, and his utensils are high and rough. Raise strong and handsome.

Portable space

When Wang Ziyou went to thank Wan, Lord Lin was already there, looking at him with great respect. The king said, "If Mr. Lin had both his hair and beard intact, would his spirit and appearance be even better than this?" Xie said, "The lips and teeth are interdependent and cannot be separated. What do hair and beard have to do with spirit and appearance?" Mr. Lin was very unhappy. He said: "Today I entrust you two wise men with my seven-foot-tall body."

The national male god is very strong: Mr. Qin, I love you!

During the funeral of Zi Zhang, Gong Mingyi wrote a memorial: the red curtain and the red material, and the ants gathered at the four corners, which was a Yin scholar.

Urban Immortal Warrior

When Wei Jie was a child, he asked Le Ling about his "dream", and Le Ling replied, "It's just thinking." Wei said, "If you dream about something that is not connected between your body and your spirit, how can it be imagination?" Le said, "It is cause. I have never dreamed of riding a car into a rat hole, or pounding vegetables with an iron pestle. This is because there is no imagination and no cause." Wei thought about the "cause" for several days but could not find one, and thus he fell ill. I was pleased to hear it, so I ordered my driver to analyze it. Wei is slightly worse. Le sighed and said, "This child must not have any serious illness in his chest!"