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The old witcher's retirement life

Wrongly Entering a Wealthy Family: Husband, Don’t Touch Me

When Yang Fu died at the age of 31, Huan Xuan wrote to Yang Xin: "You were so virtuous and trusted, but you died of a sudden illness. How can I express my sorrow?"

The private favorite of the famous family, Mr. Lu is heartbroken

When General Wang arrived at the scene, everyone thought that he had no chance to succeed. Bo Ren said: "The ruler is not like Yao or Shun, how can he be without faults? And how can a minister raise an army to attack the imperial court? Chu Zhonglang is stubborn and stubborn, where is Wang Pingzi?"

Life is like a play

The steward draws water, but does not twist it. He does not go up to the hall until the steps are up. He gives it to the driver. The driver takes a bath: four junior officials carry the quilt, and two drivers bathe. The water for bathing is a basin, the water for pouring is a ladle, the bathing is a gauze towel, and the stroking is a bathing robe, just like other days; the junior officials scratch the feet, and the remaining water is thrown into the pit. When the mother dies, the inner driver carries the quilt and bathes. The steward draws water and gives it to the driver. The driver bathes in the hall - the king bathes in liang, the senior official bathes in millet, and the scholar bathes in liang. The Dian people built a sieve under the west wall, the pottery people brought out the heavy cauldrons, the Guan people received the bath, and then cooked it. The Dian people took the firewood from the northwest of the temple and used it to cook. The Guan people gave the driver a bath, and then he bathed; he used a clay plate for bathing, and a towel for rubbing. As on other days, the small officials cut their hands and beards, wet and washed, and threw them on the ditch. The king set up a big plate to make ice, the senior officials set up a flat plate to make ice, and the scholars used clay plates without ice. They set up a bed and a pillow. One bed was covered, one bed was covered, and another bed was moved to the hall. There were pillows and mats for the king, senior officials, and scholars.

The literary god is a cat

When a horse died on the road, he buried it with a curtain.

Talking about human affairs over wine

Some people think that Fang Xie Renzu did not respect him enough. Grand Marshal Huan said: "Don't take it lightly, my lords, King Injo stood on his feet and played the pipa under the north window, so he had the idea of ​​being a real person in the sky."