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The Dream

Yang Fu’s younger brother married Wang Yongyan’s daughter. When Wang's family met their son-in-law, Fu sent his brother along. Shi Yongyan's father Dongyang Shang

Flirting with the wind and the moon moves your heart

Xi Jiabin asked Taifu Xie, "How does Lin compare to Ji?" Xie said, "Ji works hard, so he can be eliminated." He asked again, "How does Yin compare to Zhi?" Xie said, "You are superior, so Zhi is better than Yin. But you keep arguing, and I am afraid Yin wants to control Zhi."

Those days as the fourth master's concubine

This month is the beginning of winter. Three days before the beginning of winter, the historian reported to the emperor: On a certain day, winter begins, and the great virtue is in the water. The emperor then stood up. On the day of the beginning of winter, the emperor personally led the three dukes, nine ministers, and officials to welcome winter in the northern suburbs, and then returned to reward the dead and provide relief to the orphans and widows. In this month, the emperor ordered the historian to use tortoise shells and divination to judge the good and bad fortunes, so as to investigate the favoritism, so that no crime could be covered up.

Hell Tomb

When Duke Huan was in Jingzhou, he wanted to influence the Jiang and Han rivers with his virtue, and was ashamed to use power and punishment to subdue people. The official was being beaten with a stick and was passing over the red-clothed man. Huan Shi was young and came from outside. He said, "I just passed by your Excellency and saw the clerk receiving a stick. The upper part touched the root of the cloud and the lower part touched the ground." His intention was not to criticize. Duke Huan said, "I am still worried about its severity."

Mr. President of Mixed City

Everyone longs to fly

Yin Zhongjun was an expert at understanding the meridians, but he became useless in middle age. There was a messenger who was always there, but he suddenly kowtowed and bled. Hao asked why? He said, "There is a matter of death that cannot be told." After a long questioning, he finally said, "My mother is nearly a hundred years old and has been ill for a long time. If the officials can find her pulse, there will be a chance of survival. Then I will kill her without any regrets." Moved by his sincerity, he had her carried in, and he took her pulse and prescribed medicine. After taking one dose of soup, he recovered. So all the classics were burned.