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Xie Gong said: "The Chief Secretary doesn't say much, but his voice is clear."

Ice Bone Doctor

In the last month of winter, the sun is in the constellation of the goddess of the moon, the sun sets in the middle of the sky, and the sun rises in the middle of the sky. The days are Ren and Gui. Its emperor is Zhuanxu, and its god is Xuanming. Its insect is shellfish. Its sound is feather, and the musical scale is Dalü. Its number is six. Its taste is salty, and its smell is rotten. Its ritual is to offer sacrifice to the ancestors' kidneys. The geese fly north, and the magpies begin to nest. Pheasants crow, and chickens lay eggs. The emperor lives in the right side of the Xuan Hall. He rides on a dark road, drives a black horse, carries a dark flag, wears black clothes, and wears dark jade. He eats millet and pork, and his utensils are large and sharp. He orders the officials to sacrifice cattle and dig up cattle in case of major disasters to drive away the cold. The birds of war are fierce and fierce. He then completes the sacrifices to the mountains and rivers, as well as the emperor's ministers and the gods of the emperor.

My Mr. Picasso

Xie Wan was appointed as the governor of Yuzhou. He was newly appointed and was about to go to the capital in the west. He was seen off for many days and Xie was exhausted. So Minister Gao went there and sat down with Xie, and asked, "You are now in charge of the provincial governorship and in charge of managing the western borders. How do you govern?" Xie roughly told him his intention. Gao then wrote several hundred words to express his gratitude. Xie then stood up and sat up. After Gao left, Xie chased after him and said, "A'ling has some talent." Therefore, Xie was able to stay until the end.

Madam, Mr. Jiang is asking for remarriage online

The person who ordered the string said, "Please play "Li Shou", with one stroke every time." The master said, "Yes."

Listening is also a mood

A dream come true

The Master said: "The virtue of ghosts and gods is so great? You can see them but not see them, you can hear them but not hear them, you can feel things but not miss them, and make people all over the world wear bright and beautiful clothes to carry out sacrifices. It is as if they are above them and on their left and right. The Book of Songs says: 'The thoughts of the gods are beyond measure! How can they be shot!' The subtle is revealed, and the sincerity cannot be concealed."