色综AV男人的天堂伊人

The literary evolution of the male god

○□○○○□□○○□□○○□□○○□□○. Half; ○□○○○□□○: Xue drum.

My stunning boss wife

For a minor mourning, if the mourning is over, then the mourning is exempted. If the mourning is not reported after the funeral, then even the host will wear a cap, but if the mourning is not reported, then all will be exempted. For brothers, after the funeral, the mourning clothes are removed. When the mourning is over, the mourning clothes are removed. If the mourning is not reported, then the mourning clothes are removed. Those who are buried far away and those who cry in return all wear a cap, and they are exempted from crying in return after the funeral. When the king mourns, even if it is not the right time to do so, the master must be exempted and not scattered hemp. Even the king of a foreign country is exempted. All relatives are exempted. For those who have just died, the sacrifice must be dark. For those who have just completed the mourning period, the sacrifice must be in the morning dress and white cap.

The president is a bit busy chasing his wife

Campus Shennong

Confucius said: "How can Zang Wenzhong know the rituals! Xia Fu Fuqi was against the sacrifice, but he did not stop. Burning firewood in the ao, the ao is the sacrifice of old women, with basins and bottles. Rituals are like the body. If the body is not complete, the gentleman says it is not a man. If it is not properly set, it is still incomplete."

Waiting for the return of the beloved

When Wang Xiaobo was traveling in Beijing, he came to his brother Wang Du's house and asked, "Which line in ancient poetry is the best?" Du thought for a moment but did not answer. Xiao Bo chanted, "'How can I not age quickly if I encounter things without a reason?' This line is good."

The Peak Son-in-law

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.