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The Love Handbook of the Homegirl Xiaoqingmei

In the first month of summer, the sun is in Bi, the sun sets in Yizhong, and the sun rises in Wunuzhong. The days are Bing and Ding. Its emperor is Yandi, and its god is Zhurong. Its insect is feather. Its note is Zheng, and its rhythm is Zhonglü. Its number is seven. Its taste is bitter, and its smell is burnt. Its offering is to the stove god, and its lung is sacrificed. Crickets chirp, earthworms come out, king melons grow, and bitter herbs bloom. The emperor lives in the left side of the 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 rough.

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Youzi wore silk sandals and tassels after auspicious days.

Even if you become a god, you still need to fall in love and lose weight

Gu Changkang painted Pei Shuze with three more hairs on his cheek. People asked why? Gu said: "Pei Kai is handsome and has insight, and this is his insight." Those who look at the painting will find it and will definitely feel that Yi Sanmao is like a god, and he is so extraordinary that he is still unsettled.

Love that can't be resisted by time and space

Manshu Enchanting Snow

The pawns were thrown, and the archer held the count and said, "Left and right pawns threw, please count." Two counts were pure, one pure was taken, and one count was odd. Then he said the odd count, "So-and-so is better than so-and-so by how many pure." If it was odd, it was called odd, and if it was even, it was called left and right even.

Zhang Sujing's happy daily life

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.