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Half-Demon Legend: Ten Miles of Red Makeup

　　After Zhou Zhen left Linchuan County, he returned to the capital. Before he could take up residence, he moored at Qingxi Island. Prime Minister Wang went to see it. It was summer and a rainstorm suddenly came. The boat was so small and leaked so badly that there was almost no place to sit. The king said, "How can Hu Wei be more honest than this?" He immediately appointed him as the commander of Wuxing County.

Xiuxian Apartment

Rebirth Dream Era

When Zhong Hui finished writing four books of essays, he really wanted to let Ji Gong see them. He placed it in his arms, and when he was ready, he was afraid of the difficulty, so he dared not take it out. He threw it far away outside the door and then turned around and ran away.

Taoyuan Farmhouse Daily Life

When King Wen was the crown prince, he went to court with King Ji at three o'clock in the morning. When the cock first crowed, he dressed and went to the door of the bedroom. He asked the eunuchs, "How are you today?" The eunuchs said, "All right." King Wen was happy. At noon, he came again, and did the same. At dusk, he came again, and did the same. If there was any irregularity, the eunuchs would tell King Wen, and King Wen looked worried and could not walk straight. King Ji had a meal, and then he returned to the beginning. When the food was on top, it must be on the spot. He looked at the cold and warm rhythm. When the food was down, he asked what the meal was. He ordered the chef to say, "Is there a source at the end!" The answer was, "Yes." "Then they withdrew. King Wu led the way and dared not add anything. King Wen was ill, but King Wu did not take off his hat and belt to nurse him. When King Wen ate once, he also ate once; when King Wen ate twice, he also ate twice. After ten days, they stopped. King Wen asked King Wu, "What did you dream about?" King Wu replied, "I dreamed that the emperor and I were nine years older." King Wen said, "What do you think it was?" King Wu said, "There are nine countries in the west. Will the king finally rule them?" King Wen said, "No. In ancient times, age was called age, and teeth were also age. I am a hundred and you are ninety, so I am three of you." King Wen died at the age of ninety-seven, and King Wu died at the age of ninety-three. King Cheng was young and could not ascend the throne, so Duke Zhou became his prime minister and ruled the country.

The rest of my life without you, no sorrow or joy

The roars of Ruan's infantrymen could be heard from hundreds of steps away. In Mount Sumen, a true man suddenly appeared, and the woodcutters all told about him. Ruan Ji went to see, and saw the man hugging his knees beside a rock. Ji climbed the ridge to meet him, and they sat cross-legged facing each other. Ji discussed the history of the past, and explained the mysterious and quiet ways of Huang and Nong, and examined the beauty of the great virtues of the Three Dynasties. When asked about it, he did not respond. He then recounted the teachings of action, the techniques of settling the mind and guiding the qi, and watched him. He was just the same as before, staring intently without moving. Ji Yin let out a long whistle in response. After a long time, he smiled and said, "You can do it again." Ji whistled again. When his intention was exhausted, he retreated and returned halfway up the mountain. He then heard a sound from above, like the sound of drums played by several tribes, echoing through the woods and valleys. He looked back and then howled at the people.

Sweet and warm little peasant woman

Zixia said: "The five ultimates have been heard, and I dare to ask what the three nothings are?" Confucius said: "Music without sound, ritual without body, mourning without clothes, this is called the three nothings. "Zixia said: "I have heard the three "nothings" briefly. May I ask which poem is closest to them?" Confucius said: "'The life of the morning and the evening is to be forgiven and secret' is the music without sound. 'The dignity and manners are so great that they cannot be chosen' is the etiquette without form. 'When the people are in mourning, they crawl to save them' is the mourning without clothes."