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Grid Master

　　When Fan Xuan was eight years old, he was picking vegetables in the back garden and accidentally injured his finger and started crying loudly. Someone asked, "Are you in pain?" He replied, "It's not pain, I just dare not damage my body or hair, that's why I'm crying!" Xuan Jie was a frugal person, so when Han Yuzhang gave him a hundred pieces of silk, he refused to accept them. He reduced the amount by fifty pieces, but still refused to accept it. In this way, he reduced it by half, until it reached one horse, but he never accepted it again. The Queen of Han was riding in the same carriage with Fan. The Queen cut two feet of flesh in the carriage and gave it to Fan, saying, "Would anyone rather let his wife be without a scarf?" Fan laughed and accepted it.

Zi Bu Yu

Wei Wu had a prostitute whose voice was the most noble, but whose temperament was extremely evil. If you want to kill someone, you love his talent; if you want to place him, you cannot bear it. So he selected a hundred people and taught them all at the same time. After a while, there was another voice heard, and the evil person was killed.

Time cannot cover up sadness

Quick Wear: Big Brother, Please Be Serious

The small burial is inside the house, and the big burial is in the east. The king uses bamboo mats, the senior officials use cattail mats, and the scholars use reed mats. Small burial: cloth twisted, one shrunken and three horizontal. The king has a brocade quilt, the senior officials have a white quilt, and the scholars have a black quilt, all one. The clothes are nineteen pieces, the king displays the clothes in the east of the order; the senior officials and scholars display the clothes in the room; all have the west collar and the north. Twisted and spun silk are not in the list. Big burial: cloth twisted, three shrunken and five horizontal, cloth and spun silk quilts. The king, the senior officials and scholars have one. The king displays his clothes in the courtyard, with a hundred pieces, and the north collar goes up to the west; the senior officials display their clothes in the east of the order, with fifty pieces, and the west collar goes up to the south; the scholars display their clothes in the east of the order, with thirty pieces, and the west collar goes up to the south. The twisted silk is like the court dress, twisted into three pieces, without opening, and silk is five pieces, without tucks. The clothes for the small burial are not turned upside down. The king has no tucks, and the senior officials and scholars finish the sacrificial clothes of the host; the clothes of relatives are not displayed immediately after receiving them. For the small burial, the king, the senior officials and scholars all use double clothes and double quilts; for the large burial, the king, the senior officials and scholars have no number of sacrificial clothes. The king has pleated clothes and pleated quilts, and the senior officials and scholars are the same as the small burial. The robe must have a cover, not a fold, and the clothes must have a skirt, which is called a one-piece. All clothes are filled in the box, and those who take the clothes also go up with the box, and those who go down from the west steps. All clothes are displayed without bending, and they are not allowed to be put in unless they are arranged in a row, and silk and linen are not allowed to be put in.

The school hunk is my little follower

Yuan Hu was poor when he was young and once worked as a servant carrying rent for others. Xie Zhenxi was traveling by boat. That night the wind was clear and the moon was bright. He heard the sound of passengers reciting poems on a boat on the river bank, which was quite sentimental. The five-character verse he recited was something he had never heard before, and he could not stop admiring it. He immediately sent someone to interrogate him in detail, and it turned out that it was Yuan himself who was reciting the historical poem he had written. Therefore, they wanted each other and were greatly appreciated.

Willful CEO, I love you out of my own will

Guo Jingchun's poem says: "There are no still trees in the forest, and no still water in the river." Ruan Fu said: "The vastness and desolation are beyond words. Every time I read this, I feel that my spirit transcends my body."