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Reborn Female Doctor Warms Military Marriage

Be not lazy when offering sacrifices. Burn the sacrificial clothes if they are worn out, bury the sacrificial utensils if they are worn out, bury the tortoise shells if they are worn out, and bury the dead animals if they are dead. Those who offer sacrifices to the public must clean their own sacrificial plates.

The arms boss dotes on his wife

The Master said: "I know that the Way is not working: the wise go beyond it, the foolish fall short of it. I know that the Way is not clear: the wise go beyond it, the unworthy fall short of it. Everyone eats and drinks, but few can appreciate the taste."

Light clouds come and go, the moon is sparse

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.

A gentleman's feelings are so light

The head blamed Qin Ziyu and said: "You are not as good as Wen Yong of Taiyuan, Xun Yu of Yingchuan, Zhang Hua of Fanyang, Liu Xu of Shiqing, Zou Zhan of Yiyang, and Zheng Xu of Henan. These few people are either outspoken and have no sense of rhythm or are naive and seldom talkative, or are too eloquent and have too many gestures, or are noisy and lack wisdom, or have a mouth like glue, or have a head like a pestle. But they are still impressive in their literary talent and detailed in their ideas, and they are like dragons and phoenixes, and they have all ascended to heaven."

Falling into mud, the fragrance remains

Huan's chariot was on the top and he went hunting in the morning. News arrived from the east, reporting a great victory on the Huai River. He said to his attendants, "We are all young and have defeated the bandits." He then fell ill and died. Those who talked about it thought that this death was better than giving up the throne to Yang.

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