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My flash marriage husband is someone else's childhood sweetheart

When consulting an elder, one must hold a stick and follow his lead. It is impolite to answer an elder's question without declining.

I am only two thousand five hundred years old

Feng Shang, I will never be a concubine in this life

Wang Youjun and Xie Taifu climbed up Yecheng together. Xie Youran has far-reaching thoughts and lofty ambitions. The king said to Xie, "Yu of Xia worked hard for the king, his hands and feet were calloused; King Wen worked late and had no time to spare. Now there are many fortifications in the suburbs, and everyone should contribute. But empty talk will waste time, and superficial writing will hinder the important things. I am afraid it is not suitable for the present." Xie replied, "Qin appointed Shang Yang, and it perished in the second generation. Could it be that idle talk led to disaster?"

The first to tease is the last

The funeral of the deceased below the standard of mourning is not allowed: first go to the tomb, face west and cry out loud, remove the hemp cloth, face east, take the throne, cry and dance with the host, and then take the throne. If there is a guest, the host will bow to the guest and see him off; if there is a guest who arrives later, the host will bow to him as before. The attendant will tell them that the matter is over. Then he will wear a crown and go home, enter the door on the left, face north and cry out loud, remove the hemp cloth, then take the throne in the east, bow to the guest and dance. When the guest leaves, the host will bow to see him off. After crying again, the host will not bare the hemp cloth, then dance; after crying for the third time, the host will not bare the hemp cloth, then dance. After three days, the mourning period will be completed, and after crying for the fifth time, The lord of the house reported that the matter was completed.

Love after marriage, the president's long journey to pursue his wife

Knowing that Daozi died, he was not buried yet; Pinggong drank, Shi Kuang and Li Diao served, beating drums and bells. Du Lin came from outside and heard the sound of the bell. He asked, "Where is he?" He said, "In his bedroom." Du Lin went to his bedroom, climbed up the stairs, poured wine, and said, "Kuang drinks this." He poured wine again, and said, "Diao drinks this." He poured wine again, and sat in the hall facing north to drink. He went down and hurried out. Ping Gong called him and said, "Lian, your heart may have been upset with me before, so I didn't talk to you. Why did you drink Kuang?" He said, "Zimao was not happy. I knew that Daozi was in the hall, so he was very kind to Zimao. Kuang is a master, and he didn't tell me, so I drank." "Why did you drink Diao?" He said, "Diao is a humble minister of the king. For a drink and a meal, I forgot the king's illness, so I drank." "Why did you drink?" He said, "Lian is a butcher. He is not a knife or a dagger, and he dared to drink with Zhifang, so I drank." Ping Gong said, "I also made a mistake. Pour wine and drink for me." Du Lin washed his cup and raised it. The Duke said to his attendant: "If I die, you must not abolish this title." As of now, after the offering, Si raised the cup and called it Du Ju.