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Fengxi Chapter: The Calm Prince Consort

Yang Bing served as a military officer of Fujun Army. He died young and had a good reputation. Xiahou Xiaoruo wrote a narration for it, praising and mourning it highly. Yang Quan was the Yellow Gate Minister, and sat beside Jianwen. The emperor asked, "Xiahou Zhan was an outstanding figure in the creation of Yang Bingxu. Who are you? Do you have any descendants?" Quan replied with tears in his eyes, "My late uncle Lingwen was famous at an early age, but he had no heir. Although his name spread throughout the world, his descendants will never be born in this holy world." The emperor sighed for a long time.

The Strongest Abandoned Boy on Campus

Whenever Wang Chuzhong got drunk, he would recite "An old horse in the stable still has a thousand miles to go. A martyr in his old age still has great ambitions." Hit the spittoon with a Ruyi and the mouth of the spittoon will be broken.

The clouds are deep and the wild geese are returning

Taoist Saint

Confucians do not fall in poverty, do not bend in wealth, do not be ashamed of the king, do not burden the elders, and do not pity the officials, so they are called Confucians. Nowadays, people call them Confucians, which is absurd, and often criticize each other as Confucians. "

Fairy Goddess

In this month, you can build city walls, build capitals, dig caves and cellars, and repair granaries. He ordered the officials to urge the people to collect money, raise vegetables, and accumulate more. He encouraged people to plant wheat without missing the season. If they missed the season, they would be punished. In this month, day and night were separated, and the thunder began to subside. Hibernating insects destroy homes, killing energy intensifies, yang energy declines, and water begins to dry up. When day and night are separated, the same measurement, balance, and balance stones are used, and wrestling is conducted.

Empty City Curse

When Confucius passed by the side of Mount Tai, a woman was crying at a grave. Confucius stood up and listened to her. He asked Zilu to ask her, "Your crying seems to be deeply worried." She said, "Yes, my uncle died of a tiger in the past, my husband also died there, and now my son has died there too." The Master asked, "Why don't you leave?" She said, "No harsh government." The Master said, "My boy, you know it. Harsh government is more fierce than a tiger."