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Xuanwu was riding in the same carriage with Jianwen and Taizai, and secret orders were sent to beat drums and shout loudly in front and behind the carriage. The procession was disturbed, and the Prime Minister was terrified and asked to get off the carriage. Looking at the brief text, I feel calm and peaceful. Xuanwu said to others, "The court is idle, so we have this wise man again."

Marriage Desire: My Husband is a Silly and Sweetheart

The cold concubine married the prince and couldn't control him

Pan Yue has a handsome appearance and a good expression. Soon he went out on the roads of Luoyang with a slingshot. All the women he met joined hands with him and surrounded him. Zuo Taichong was extremely ugly, and he also imitated Yue in traveling. So the old women spat at him together, and he returned exhausted.

Two bamboo horses run fast

Ruan Xuanzi was cutting down trees on the community site, and someone tried to stop him. Xuan Zi said: "If a community is built on a tree, and the tree is cut down, the community will perish; if a tree is built on a community, and the tree is cut down, the community will move."

The Crazy Concubine of the Miraculous Doctor: The Evil King Dotes on His Wife Excessively

The king creates music when his achievements are accomplished, and establishes rituals when his governance is established. Those who have great achievements have complete music, and those who have a good governance have complete rituals. The dance of Ganqi is not complete music, and those who are prosperous and worship are not complete rituals. The Five Emperors lived in different times, and did not follow each other's music; the Three Kings lived in different times, and did not follow each other's rituals. When music is excessive, it leads to worry, and when rituals are rough, they become biased. And when

If you say goodbye! Revenge Files

Wang Ziyou and Zijing were both seriously ill, but Zijing died first. Ziyou asked his attendants, "Why haven't we heard any news? He is already dead!" He showed no sadness at all when he spoke. They asked for a sedan chair and came to the funeral, but did not cry. Zijing had always loved the zither, so he went straight in and sat on the coffin, took out Zijing's zither and played it. When the strings were out of tune, he threw it to the ground and said, "Zijing! Zijing! Both you and the zither are gone." He was in grief for a long time, and died more than a month later.