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Do you really love me

The text in the brief text names Jingyu as "Langyu".

Master always wants to make amends

The overbearing husband has gone crazy again

Zhi Zhan once served as the governor of four counties, the assistant military officer of the General's Household Department, and was later appointed as the Internal Historian at the age of 29. Once, Wang Dun said to Zhan: "You are not even thirty years old, but you have already become a magistrate, which is too young." Zhan said: "Compared to the general, I am too young; compared to Gan Luo, I am already too old."

The Beauty of the Qing Palace

Etiquette begins with respect for husband and wife, and distinguishing the inner and outer parts of the palace. Men live outside, women live inside, and the palace is deep and the gates are strong, with gatekeepers guarding it. Men do not enter, and women do not leave. Men and women do not use the same shackles, dare not hang on the husband's shackles, dare not hide in the husband's box, and dare not bathe together. When the husband is not at home, the pillow, box, mat, and quilt are hidden. The young serve the elder, the humble serve the noble, and everyone is the same. The etiquette of husband and wife only lasts until the age of seventy, and they share the same shackles. Therefore, even if the concubine is old, she must have sex with him for five days before she reaches fifty. The one who is about to give birth to a child, washes his head and washes his clothes carefully, combs his hair, puts on a hairpin, brushes his hair, and wears a collar, tassels, and sandals. Even maids and concubines must dress and eat after the elders. If the wife is not at home, the concubine dare not give birth to a child at night.

I rely on readers to become the ninth princess

When Xie E was young, he liked to hold a purple silk sachet and hang it over his hand. The Grand Tutor was worried about it, but did not want to offend him, so he made a bet and burned it as soon as he could.

The system forces me to be a mortal

When Wang Rong was seven years old, he used to play with other children. Look at the roadside plum trees with many fruits on their branches. All the children rushed to get it, but Rong did not move. When people asked him about it, he replied, "The tree grows by the road and has many fruits. It must be bitter plums." I picked them and found them to be true.