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Longman Duan Chong

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.

Boss, did you take off your vest today?

The number of counts depends on where they sit. The number of chips is five in the room, seven in the hall, and nine in the courtyard. The length of the chip is two inches. The pot: the neck is seven inches long, the belly is five inches long, and the diameter is two and a half inches; it can hold five liters. The pot is filled with small beans, so that the arrows can jump out. The pot is two and a half arrows away from the mat. The arrows are made of thorns, and the skin is not removed. Lu ordered his disciples to say goodbye: "Don't be arrogant, don't stand upside down, don't speak too much; standing upside down and speaking too much is a regular rank." Xue ordered his disciples to say goodbye: "Don't be arrogant, don't stand upside down, don't speak too much; those who do this will float."

Where to find Xiao Meng

Pan Anren and Xiahou Zhan were both beautiful and liked to travel together, so people at that time called them "Lianbi".

The school hunk is actually your ex-boyfriend

Wang Taiwei said: "Guo Zixuan's words and opinions are like flowing water, which never runs dry."

Liangyue Nongmen

Lost and remarried

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.