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Invincible is lonely

Zhu Jiye asked Sun Sheng: "When will your national history be completed?" Sun said: "It has been a long time since I finished it, but I have no time to finish it, so I have waited until today." Zhu said: "The ancients 'narrated but did not create', so why do we have to work in the silkworm room?"

The best Gu Master in the city

Xi Jiabin said to Xie Gong: "Although I did not kneel down to talk deeply, my thoughts were profound." He also said: "Youjun visited Jiabin." Jiabin heard it and said: "They cannot be called visits, but they can be called friends!" Xie Gong thought Jiabin's words were right.

The daughter of a rich man

The Boy from Wangchuan

My deskmate is a male god

Don't rush outside the thin curtain, don't rush in the hall, and don't rush when holding jade. Martial arts are received in the hall and deployed outside the hall. Do not fly in the room, and do not cross your arms when sitting. Do not kneel when you are ordered to stand, and do not stand when you are ordered to sit.

Poisonous Marriage: President Leng's Runaway Wife

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.