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President Daddy, admit your defeat

Xiao Zhonglang is the father-in-law of Sun Chenggong. Liu Yin was sitting in Fujun, and was about to be appointed as the Minister of Rites. Liu Yin said, "I wonder if Xiao Zuzhou can be one of the Three Dukes? From then on, he has been able to do anything."

This store is weird.

Food: greasy, greasy, greasy, salted meat, roasted beef. Salted meat, beef gizzard, ox sashimi. Roasted mutton, mutton gizzard, salted meat, roasted pig. Salted meat, pork gizzard, mustard sauce, fish sashimi. Pheasant, rabbit, quail, bird.

A Little Love Becomes Sadness

When Wang Youjun saw Du Hongzhi, he sighed and said, "His face is as white as cream, his eyes are as white as lacquer. He is a man of gods and immortals." At that time, some people praised Wang Changshi for his appearance. Cai Gong said, "It's a pity that people haven't seen Du Hongzhi!"

Marriage

My husband, Xiao Qiao

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.

Save Brother

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.