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Xie Gong wrote to Wang Youjun: "Respect and harmony are good."

Cliff Edge

The steward draws water, but does not twist it. He does not go up to the hall until the steps are up. He gives it to the driver. The driver takes a bath: four junior officials carry the quilt, and two drivers bathe. The water for bathing is a basin, the water for pouring is a ladle, the bathing is a gauze towel, and the stroking is a bathing robe, just like other days; the junior officials scratch the feet, and the remaining water is thrown into the pit. When the mother dies, the inner driver carries the quilt and bathes. The steward draws water and gives it to the driver. The driver bathes in the hall - the king bathes in liang, the senior official bathes in millet, and the scholar bathes in liang. The Dian people built a sieve under the west wall, the pottery people brought out the heavy cauldrons, the Guan people received the bath, and then cooked it. The Dian people took the firewood from the northwest of the temple and used it to cook. The Guan people gave the driver a bath, and then he bathed; he used a clay plate for bathing, and a towel for rubbing. As on other days, the small officials cut their hands and beards, wet and washed, and threw them on the ditch. The king set up a big plate to make ice, the senior officials set up a flat plate to make ice, and the scholars used clay plates without ice. They set up a bed and a pillow. One bed was covered, one bed was covered, and another bed was moved to the hall. There were pillows and mats for the king, senior officials, and scholars.

Treat me as you did before

Wang Ziyou left the capital and was still at the foot of the islet. I had heard before that Huan Ziye was good at playing the flute, but we didn't know each other. The king met Huan passing by on the shore while he was in the boat. A passenger who recognized him said, "This is Huan Ziye." The king then sent someone to tell him, "I heard that you are good at playing the flute. Please try to play it for me." Huan was already noble and prominent at that time. He had always heard of the king's name, so he got off the car, sat on a Hu bed, and played three tunes for him. After finishing, he got in the car. The host and the guest did not exchange a single word.

The little man of great liberation

Confucius cried for Zilu in the courtyard. There were people who came to pay their respects, and the Master bowed to them. After crying, he brought in the messenger and asked why. The messenger said: "It has been minced." Then he ordered to mince it.

Sure this is love

The Empress is sleeping

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.