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My future girlfriend

When Emperor Wen of Wei accepted the abdication, Chen Qun looked sad. The emperor asked, "I have received the mandate from Heaven, why are you not happy?" The crowd said, "I and Hua Xin have obeyed the previous dynasty. Although we are happy about the emperor's influence, we still show our righteousness on our faces."

The wife in the melon field: the handsome mute husband is a little silly

The most beautiful you in the most beautiful years

Huan Xuanwu ordered Yuan Yanbo to compose the Northern Expedition Fu. After it was completed, the Duke and other wise men of the time read it together, and they all sighed with admiration for it. Wang Xun was sitting there at the time and said, "I regret that there is one sentence missing. If the word 'write' had enough rhyme, it would have been better." Yuan immediately took up his pen and said, "My feelings are endless, and I write alone to follow the flow of the style." The Duke said to Wang, "The people today have to praise Yuan for this."

Lively Medical Fragrance

Liu Zun's ancestors were known to Yin Zhongjun when they were young and were referred to by Yu Gong. Yu Gong was very pleased and appointed him as his assistant. After seeing him, I sat on the couch and talked with him.

Rebirth of the Noble Prince's Concubine

I'm shocked. When Xuanye completed his mission and left, Rong sighed, "All rituals and music have gone to the East." He was afraid that Xuan would become too famous and was wary of him. Xuan also suspected that he was being pursued, so he sat under the bridge and stood on the water with his clogs. Rong turned around and chased him, and told his attendants, "Xuan is under the soil and above the water, clinging to a tree. He will surely die." So they stopped chasing him, and Xuan finally escaped.

Don't be so presumptuous, my arrogant fox husband

Nguyen Zhongrong and the infantry lived in the south of the road, and the other Nguyens lived in the north of the road. The northern Nguyen are rich, while the southern Nguyen are poor. On July 7th, people in Northern Ruan dry clothes in the sun, all of which are made of gauze, silk, and brocade. Zhongrong hung a large cloth scarf on a pole in the middle of the courtyard. Some people may wonder why he did this, but he answered, "I am not immune to worldly matters, so I am just telling you the truth!"