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Before He Yan finished his annotations on Laozi, he met Wang Bi who was explaining the purpose of his annotations on Laozi. Why do I have so many shortcomings? I can no longer say anything, but just agree to yes. So I stopped paying attention and wrote a discussion on morality.
Wang Changyu was a harmonious and docile person since he was young, and the prime minister loved him very much. Whenever the prime minister wanted to start a game of go, Changyu would press his finger and refuse to listen. The Prime Minister laughed and said, "How could you? It seems that we are related."
At the beginning of death, he was full as if he had no end; after the funeral, he was as if he was looking for something but couldn't get it; after the burial, he was as if he was looking for something but couldn't get it. He was trained and sighed, auspicious and vast. Zhulou shot arrows at him again, probably since the battle at Shengxing. The women of Lu who wore their hair in a bun and mourned started from the defeat at the Taiyu.
Luo You was an official in Jingzhou, and Huan Xuanwu was the king's cavalry and carriage assembly. The friend came in and sat for a long time, then left. Xuanwu said, "You wanted to consult me 鈥嬧媋bout something, why did you leave so quickly?" He replied, "My friend heard that mutton is delicious, but he has never had the chance to eat it in his life, so he came here without asking. There is nothing to consult you about. Now I am full, so there is no need for you to stay." He showed no shame at all.
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.
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