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During the Zhongchao period, there were people who admired the Tao and went to Wang Yifu to consult about their doubts. The king on duty had talked a lot yesterday, and was very quiet, so he did not reply. He said to the guest, "I am not feeling well now. Pei Yimin is also here. You can go and ask him."
Yan Ding was good at mourning: when he died, he was anxious as if he wanted to find it but couldn't get it; when he was buried, he looked around as if he wanted to follow but couldn't reach it; after the burial, he sighed as if he couldn't reach it and stopped.
Gong Yin Shangyang and Chen Qiji chased Wu's army and caught up with them. Chen Qiji said to Gong Yin Shangyang: "It is the king's business, you can hold a bow in your hand." Holding a bow. "Shoot them." Shooting, killing one person, holding the bow. He caught another, called him, and killed two more. Every time he killed one person, he covered his eyes. He stopped his driver and said: "If you don't sit in the court, you won't be invited to the banquet. Killing three people is enough to return the fate." Confucius said: "There is also etiquette in killing people."
Zu Shishao loved money when he was young, and Ruan Yaoji liked to wear shoes. They both managed their own things, but they did not judge their gains and losses. When someone visited the ancestor, he saw the items and property. When the guest arrived, the screen had not yet been fully screened. I put two small baskets and chopsticks behind my back and leaned over to block them, feeling unsatisfied. Someone who visited Ruan saw him blowing on his wax clogs, and he sighed and said, "I wonder how many pairs of clogs I should wear in my lifetime?" He looked relaxed. Then the winner was decided.
An old friend of Confucius was Yuanrang. When his mother died, Confucius helped her wash the coffin. Yuanrang climbed a tree and said, "It has been a long time since I have trusted music." The song went, "The spotted head of a raccoon, holding the curled hand of a woman." Confucius passed by as someone who did not hear it. The follower said, "Can't you stop?" Confucius said, "I have heard that relatives should not lose their relatives, and the old ones should not lose their old ones."
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