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Hunting High School Witch

Guan Ning and Hua Xin were weeding in the garden together when they saw a piece of gold on the ground. Guan swung his hoe and it looked like a piece of tile or stone, but Hua picked it up and threw it away. They once sat together reading, and someone passed by in a carriage and official robes. Ning continued reading as usual, but Xin put down his book and went out to look. Ning cut the mat and sat on the other side, saying, "You are not my friend."

The past is often difficult to get over

When the body is just dead, the host cries, the brothers cry, and the women cry and jump. After the body is straightened, the son sits in the east, the father, brother, and son of the nobles and officials stand in the east, and the officials and commoners cry in the north below the hall; the wife sits in the west, the inner women, aunts, sisters, and son stand in the west, and the outer women, led by the outer clan, cry in the north above the hall. In the funeral of an official, the host sits in the east, and the mistress sits in the west. If there are nobles and ladies, they sit, and if there are none, they all stand. In the funeral of a scholar, the father, brother, and son of the host all sit in the east, and the aunts, sisters, and son of the mistress all sit in the west. When crying for the body in the room, the host holds the quilt with both hands and cries.

Who can save the earth?

The Road to Breaking Up the Straight Male God

Pei Linggong has a handsome appearance. He looks good without his crown or in rough clothes or with messy hair. People at that time thought she was a "jade woman". Those who saw it said: "Seeing Uncle Pei is like walking up a jade mountain, with light shining on people."

Sweetheart, I will spoil you without any negotiation

The study of memorizing and asking questions is not enough to be a teacher. It is necessary to listen to the words, and if you can't ask them, then tell them; if you don't understand after the words, you can just give up.

Millennium myth

Yan Ding was good at mourning: when he died, he was anxious as if he wanted to find it but couldn't get it; when he was buried, he looked around as if he wanted to follow but couldn't reach it; after the burial, he sighed as if he couldn't reach it and stopped.