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Who is on the plate?

Wang Yifu was elegant and fond of the profound. He was always jealous of his wife's greed and corruption, and never mentioned the word "money". The woman wanted to test it, so she asked her maid to put money around the bed, but she couldn't do it. When Yifu woke up in the morning, he saw Qian He walking by and called out to his maid, "Pick up that thing."

The Fourth Master of the Splendid Palace of the Qing Dynasty Protects His Wife Everyday

When Zhi Daoling returned to the east, the wise men of the time saw him off at Zhenglu Pavilion. Cai Zishu came forward and sat close to Lin Gong. Xie Wanshi came later and sat a little far away. Cai got up temporarily, and Xie moved to his place. When Cai returned, he saw Xie there. He folded the mattress, lifted Xie up and threw him to the ground, then sat down again. He thanked the emperor for taking off his hat and cap, then slowly stood up, straightened his clothes and sat down on the mat. He looked very calm and not angry or frustrated at all. After sitting down, he said to Cai, "You are a strange man, and you may ruin my reputation." Cai replied, "I don't care about your reputation." After that, neither of them minded.

Bone-eroding warm love, the chief is affectionate and not a beast

Interactive novel: Adventurer's Guild

The legend says: "There are those who are light and heavy, and the wife of a prince is his aunt. There are those who are heavy and light, and the wife's parents. There are those who are without mourning and with mourning, and the prince's wife is his brother-in-law. There are those who are with mourning and without mourning, and the prince is his wife's parents." The legend says: "When the mother is divorced, the stepmother's party mourning is worn; when the mother dies, the stepmother's party mourning is worn. If the stepmother's party mourning is worn, then the stepmother's party mourning is not worn."

Lucky pregnancy and marriage: Mommy runs with the baby

Shen Luan Nie

When Xie E was young, he liked to hold a purple silk sachet and hang it over his hand. The Grand Tutor was worried about it, but did not want to offend him, so he made a bet and burned it as soon as he could.