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I took over the sun god

Sword Princess Snow

This month, the wild game is ordered not to cut down mulberry trees. The doves are calling and brushing their feathers, and the hoopoes are landing on the mulberry trees. Plant the baskets with twisted leaves. The queens and concubines are all on guard, and they go to the east to work on the mulberry trees. Women are forbidden to watch, and women are reduced to encourage silkworm work. When the silkworm work is completed, the cocoons are divided and the silk is weighed to reward the work.

I'm just cultivating an immortal, why do I have so many identities?

Jianwen and Xu Xuandu shared the same words, Xu Yun: "It is difficult to raise the king and relatives."

The cannon fodder female supporting role tore up the script

When Du Yu arrived in Jingzhou, he stopped at Qili Bridge and all the court officials came to pay their respects to him. When he was young, he was humble, fond of heroism, and was not satisfied with material things. Since Yang Ji was a famous figure, he was so brave and handsome that he left without sitting down. After a while, He Changyu came and asked, "Where is Yang Youwei?" The guest answered, "He left without sitting down just now." Changyu said, "He must be riding his horse under the Daya Gate." When they went to the Daya Gate, they indeed saw a large cavalry parade. The long carriage embraced the inner carriage and they were carried back together, and they sat as before.

The emperor wants to turn over my card every day

Wen Gong mourned his wife, from his aunt Liu family, the family value is chaotic and separated, only a daughter, very beautiful, aunt to be a subordinate to find marriage, the public secretly has the intention of self-marriage, answer Yun: "Good son-in-law is rare, but such as Yu Bi Yun what?" Report Gu Yun: "Has found a wedding place, the door is rough, the son-in-law is famous eunuch, all not reduced." Because the jade mirror stand a piece, the wedding, the girl with her hand covered with a silk fan, stroking her palms laughed and said: "I suspect it is an old slave, if it is like this!"

The Fog of Love