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When Xi Jiabin died, his wife's brothers wanted to bring their sister back, but she refused to come. He said: "Even if I cannot live in the same room with Xi Lang, I would rather not be buried in the same grave with him after death!"
Central Earth. Its day is Wu Ji. Its emperor is Huangdi, and its god is Hou Tu. Its insect is naked, its tone is Gong, and its musical note is the palace of Huangzhong in the musical scale. Its number is five. Its taste is sweet, and its smell is fragrant. Its shrine is Zhongliu, and it is used to sacrifice to the ancestors. The emperor lives in the great temple and the great room, rides on the great road, drives a yellow horse, carries a yellow flag, wears a yellow robe, and wears yellow jade. He eats millet and cattle, and his utensils are round and wide.
Duke Huan entered Luo, crossed Huai and Sui, stepped on the northern border, and his subordinates climbed the flat building, looking at the Central Plains鎳嶇劧浣滆壊, Gu said four sitting said: "The kings quite heard Liu Jingsheng not? There is a big cow weighing a thousand pounds, sip beans ten times more than the regular cow, load weight to far, was not as good as one 鐗.
Confucians have a palace of one acre, a room with round walls, a door with bamboo, a thatched door and a window with urns; they change their clothes and go out, and eat every day. They dare not doubt the emperor's answer, and dare not flatter the emperor's answer. They are like this in their official career.
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.
The shooting officer put the pot in progress, and put two and a half arrows in between, and turned his seat, set the middle, facing east, and held the eight counting.
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