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Seven Days of Private Love: She Dumped the President

In an office full of beautiful women

Prime Minister Wang's chief clerk wanted to inspect the accounts. The official said to the chief clerk: "If you want to get along with the chief clerk, don't get involved in trivial matters."

A quick marriage and love: My WeChat girlfriend

When Wang Zhonglang was young, Jiang Fei was in charge of selecting Pushe and wanted to appoint him as Shangshulang. There is a king of words. The king said, "Since I came across the river, the Shangshu Lang has been recruiting the second person, why should he choose me?" Jiang stopped when he heard this. He said: "The Xuan Cao selected you to be the Shangshu Lang. Fortunately, you can serve as an assistant to the kings, right? ’” This shows that the Langguan is of a poor and simple rank.

Dusk falls deep in the palace

Emperor Wen of Wei was jealous of his younger brother, Prince of Rencheng, because he was brave and strong. As they were playing Go and eating dates in the presence of Empress Dowager Bian, Emperor Wen put poison in the stems of the dates. He selected the edible ones and presented them to the king, but the king did not understand and mixed them with other foods. Since he was poisoned, the Queen Mother asked for water to save him. The emperor ordered his attendants to destroy the bottles and jars in advance, and the empress dowager ran barefoot to the well, but there was nothing to draw water from. After a while, he died. He wanted to kill Dong'e again, but the Queen Mother said, "You have killed my Rencheng, so you cannot kill my Dong'e again."

This is a bit difficult to start.

The remaining fish are not sacrificed. A father does not sacrifice to his son, and a husband does not sacrifice to his wife. The emperor treats the elders with respect, and he will not refuse even if he is asked to sit with them occasionally. If the soup contains vegetables, use a spoon; if it does not contain vegetables, do not use a spoon.

Black Moonlight

When Wei Jie was a child, he asked Le Ling about his "dream", and Le Ling replied, "It's just thinking." Wei said, "If you dream about something that is not connected between your body and your spirit, how can it be imagination?" Le said, "It is cause. I have never dreamed of riding a car into a rat hole, or pounding vegetables with an iron pestle. This is because there is no imagination and no cause." Wei thought about the "cause" for several days but could not find one, and thus he fell ill. I was pleased to hear it, so I ordered my driver to analyze it. Wei is slightly worse. Le sighed and said, "This child must not have any serious illness in his chest!"