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Surrender now, you fool!

Wang Hun's wife, Ms. Zhong, gave birth to a daughter, Lingshu. Wu Zi sought a beautiful and simple match for his sister but failed. There was a military son who was very talented. Wu Zi wanted to marry his sister to him, so he told his mother, "If he is truly talented, I can leave his land to him, but you have to let me see him." Wu Zi then let the soldier's son live with the other children and asked his mother to observe him from behind the curtain. Afterwards, his mother said to Wu Zi, "The one who wears clothes like this, is he the one you wanted to marry?" Wu Zi said, "Yes." His mother said, "This person has the talent to stand out, but the land is cold and he won't live long, so he can't make full use of his talent. Judging from his appearance and bones, he will not live long, so you shouldn't marry him." Wu Zi agreed. Bing'er died a few years later.

Mr. Lu, goodbye forever.

The mortar is made of a 椈, and the pestle is made of a wutong. The loquat is made of mulberry, three feet long; or five feet. The end is made of mulberry, three feet long, and the handle and end are carved. The belts of the princes and officials are all five-colored; the scholars are Second collection. Li is rice wine. The urn, jar, and basket should be filled only when the contents are visible. It is heavy, and should be buried after the funeral.

Immortal Mountains and Seas

Li Yuanli, as the world calls him, "rustles like a strong pine tree in the wind."

The national male god lives next door to me

When Lezheng Zichun's mother died, he did not eat for five days. He said, "I regret it. Since my mother didn't know my feelings, how can I use my feelings!"

Returning from the Immortal Realm to Become a Son-in-Law

The Master said: "The virtue of ghosts and gods is so great? You can see them but not see them, you can hear them but not hear them, you can feel things but not miss them, and make people all over the world wear bright and beautiful clothes to carry out sacrifices. It is as if they are above them and on their left and right. The Book of Songs says: 'The thoughts of the gods are beyond measure! How can they be shot!' The subtle is revealed, and the sincerity cannot be concealed."

Don't mess with Miss Poison