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Sweet Love: Genius Wife, Please Hug Me

Confucius said: "In bad years, ride a slow horse. Sacrifice with the lower sacrifice."

Peerless Martial God

The wild of the herds was an important matter for King Wu. After the matter was over, he retired, offered firewood to the God of Heaven, prayed to the community, and set up sacrifices in the herdsman's room. Then he led the princes of the world, holding the bowls and trays, and ran away; chasing the great king Danfu, King Jili, and King Wenchang; he did not use the inferior to look down on the superior. He governed his ancestors, which was to respect the superior; he governed his descendants, which was to be kind to his relatives; he governed his brothers and sisters, and fed the whole clan, arranged them according to the order of the ancestors, and distinguished them according to the rites and righteousness, and the human way was exhausted.

Light of the Dead

General Wang wrote to the Prime Minister, praising Yang Lang: "Shiyan is a man of insight and reason, with hidden talents and wise decisions. He is not only a national talent, but also the son of Yang Houhuai. His position and prestige are quite low, but you are worthy of being associated with him."

You who are spoiled and proud

Pocket Account

When General Wang was young, he had a famous farmhouse and his pronunciation was also clear. Emperor Wu summoned the wise men of the time to discuss arts and crafts. Everyone knows a lot, except the king, who is ignorant of the matter. He looks extremely evil and claims that he only knows how to beat the drums and blow the trumpets. The emperor ordered a drum to be brought to him. He stood up, shook his sleeves, raised the drumstick and beat the drum vigorously. The syllables were harmonious and fast, and he looked heroic, as if no one was around. Everyone present admired his grandeur and vigor.

Wife, please let me spoil you

In the last month of spring, the sun is in the stomach, the sunset is in the middle of the seven stars, and the dawn is in the middle of the morning star. It is the day of Jia and Yi. Its emperor is Dahao, and its god is Ju Mang. Its insect is scale. Its sound is Jiao, and its musical scale is Gu Xi. Its number is eight. Its taste is sour, and its smell is rancid. Its offering is to the door, and the first spleen. The tung tree begins to bloom, the field mouse turns into a quail, the rainbow begins to appear, and the duckweed begins to grow. The emperor lives in Qingyang Youge, rides on the Luan Road, drives the Canglong, carries the green flag, wears green clothes, and wears Cangyu. He eats wheat and sheep, and his utensils are sparse and clear.