四月免费言情小说

My father-in-law is the Five Mountains Sword Master

In the last month of summer, the sun is in the willow, the fire is in the dusk, and the Kui is in the morning. The days are Bing and Ding. Its emperor is Yan Emperor, and its god is Zhurong. Its insects are feathers. Its sound is Zheng, and its rhythm is Lin Zhong. Its number is seven. Its taste is bitter, and its smell is burnt. Its offering is to the stove and the lungs. The warm wind begins to arrive, crickets live on the wall, eagles learn, and rotten grass becomes fireflies. The emperor resides in the right side of Mingtang, rides on a red road, drives a red horse, carries a red flag, wears a red robe, and wears red jade. He eats beans and chickens, and his utensils are high and coarse. He orders fishermen to kill dragons and catch alligators, and climb turtles and catch sea turtles. He orders marsh people to collect wood and reeds.

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In the case of a funeral, if money and gold are presented to the king, it is said: "Pay the tribute to the officials". The horses are brought into the temple gate; the horses and coins are brought into the temple gate, and the white chariots are not brought into the temple gate. After the person who brings the tribute has given the order, he sits down and leaves it to the king, and the person who sends the tribute lifts it up.

The Secret Agent Princess: Your Majesty, I'm going to destroy you

Song of Lanling

When Duke Huan was young, he was as famous as the Duke of Yin, and they always had a competitive spirit. Huan asked Yin, "How do you compare to me?" Yin said, "I have been dealing with myself for a long time, so I would rather be myself."

Origin in the palm of your hand

When General Wang arrived at the scene, everyone thought that he had no chance to succeed. Bo Ren said: "The ruler is not like Yao or Shun, how can he be without faults? And how can a minister raise an army to attack the imperial court? Chu Zhonglang is stubborn and stubborn, where is Wang Pingzi?"

Rebirth: I Own the World

Wang Ziyou lived in Shanyin. It snowed heavily at night. He woke up, opened the room, and ordered wine to be poured. The sky was bright all around, so I stood up and imitated the poet, reciting Zuo Si's poem to invite hermits. Suddenly I remembered Dai Andao, who was in Shan at that time, so I took a small boat to visit him at night. After walking a night, he finally arrived, but he opened the door without going forward and turned back. When asked why, the king said, "I went out for fun and returned when the fun wore off. Why should I see Dai?"