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Yin Yi and Yi Heng were both the grandsons of Xie Zhenxi.
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.
Wang Chuzhong was a man of noble character, but he indulged himself in lust, which damaged his body. The people around him advised him against it, but Chu Zhong said, "I just didn't realize it. It's so easy to do this!" So he opened the gate of the rear gate and drove dozens of maids and concubines out, letting them go wherever they wanted. People at that time sighed at this.
Wang, Liu and Lin Gong looked at He Huqi, but He Huqi just looked at the documents and ignored them. The king said to He, "I have come here with Lord Lin to see you. I hope you will put aside your daily routine and respond to profound words. Why do you have to lower your head to look at this?" He said, "If I don't look at this, how can you survive?" Everyone thought it was a good idea.
After Yin Zhongjun was deposed from Dongyang, he began to read Buddhist scriptures. When I first read Vimalakirti, I suspected that there was too much Prajnaparamita. Later, when I read the short piece, I hated that there were so few words.
In the last month of spring, the sun is in the stomach, the sunset is in the middle of the seven stars, and the dawn is in the middle of the morning star. It is the day of Jia and Yi. Its emperor is Dahao, and its god is Ju Mang. Its insect is scale. Its sound is Jiao, and its musical scale is Gu Xi. Its number is eight. Its taste is sour, and its smell is rancid. Its offering is to the door, and the first spleen. The tung tree begins to bloom, the field mouse turns into a quail, the rainbow begins to appear, and the duckweed begins to grow. The emperor lives in Qingyang Youge, rides on the Luan Road, drives the Canglong, carries the green flag, wears green clothes, and wears Cangyu. He eats wheat and sheep, and his utensils are sparse and clear.
Yin Zhongjun was an expert at understanding the meridians, but he became useless in middle age. There was a messenger who was always there, but he suddenly kowtowed and bled. Hao asked why? He said, "There is a matter of death that cannot be told." After a long questioning, he finally said, "My mother is nearly a hundred years old and has been ill for a long time. If the officials can find her pulse, there will be a chance of survival. Then I will kill her without any regrets." Moved by his sincerity, he had her carried in, and he took her pulse and prescribed medicine. After taking one dose of soup, he recovered. So all the classics were burned.
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