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Domination

Emperor Wu of Jin always gave tribute to Shan Tao and Shan Shao. Xie Taifu asked his sons and daughters about this, and the cavalry replied, "It should be because those who want it are not many, and those who give it will forget about it."

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Wang's right army was very stiff when he was young. After the general's permission, Wang and Yu, the two kings later, the right army wanted to go and said, "Your family, Sikong, Yuangui, can you recover?"

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When Mr. Lin saw the Changshan of Dongyang, he said, "How smooth and straight it is!"

Nine Lives Nine One

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.

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Feng Tianao

Emperor Wen once ordered the King of Dong'e to compose a poem within seven steps. If he failed, he would be punished. He immediately composed a poem: "Cook the beans and make soup, strain the beans to make juice. The firewood is burning under the pot, and the beans are crying in the pot. We are from the same root, why are we so eager to harm each other?" The emperor looked deeply ashamed.