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Lover in the Past Life

Wei Wu went to war, lost the way, the army was thirsty, so he ordered: "There is a big plum forest in front, Rao Zi, sweet and sour, can quench thirst.

Bandit style

Wang Xiaobo asked Taifu Xie: "How is Mr. Lin compared to the Chief Secretary?" Taifu replied: "The Chief Secretary is Shaoxing." He asked: "How is he compared to Liu Yin?" Xie said: "Oh! Liu Yin is outstanding." Wang said: "If what you said is true, then it is not like these two people, right?" Xie said: "My body and mind are just like that."

I like the wind and you too

Farming in the mountains: the beautiful doctor

In the second month of winter, the sun is in the Big Dipper, setting in the middle of the east wall, and rising in the middle of the Zhen. The day is Rengui. Its emperor is Zhuanxu, and its god is Xuanming. Its insect is a shellfish. Its sound is feather, and its pitch is Huang Zhong. Its number is six. Its taste is salty, and its smell is rotten. Its ritual is to offer sacrifice to the kidney of the ancestors. The ice is getting stronger, and the ground begins to crack. The pheasant does not crow at dawn, and the tiger begins to mate. The emperor lives in the Xuantang Grand Temple, rides on the Xuan Road, drives the iron horse, carries the black flag, wears black clothes, and wears black jade. He eats millet and pigs, and his utensils are large and made of Yan. He orders the death. He orders the officials to say: Do not do earthwork, be careful not to open the roof, do not open the house, and do not open the public, so as to make it solid and closed. The earth's qi is about to leak, which is called opening the room of heaven and earth, and all hibernating animals will die. The people will surely suffer from diseases and epidemics, and then they will be buried. It is called Changyue.

Super Immortal Cultivation

The gentleman does not associate with the evil. The princes lose their land, and the name; the same surname is destroyed, and the name.

Superstars have never been artistic

When Zhong Hui finished writing four books of essays, he really wanted to let Ji Gong see them. He placed it in his arms, and when he was ready, he was afraid of the difficulty, so he dared not take it out. He threw it far away outside the door and then turned around and ran away.