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Gentle confrontation

The strongest leek

The prince respectfully said to Lord Xie: "You are so unrestrained." Xie said: "I am not unrestrained. Your teachings are the best for the body. When the body is right, it will be in harmony."

The national film emperor is too good at flirting

Zhi Daoling asked Sun Xinggong: "How do you compare to Xu Yuan?" Sun said: "Your sentiments are high and far-reaching, and I have already accepted them early. If you recite a poem, Xu will face north."

God in the Dust

In the funeral of parents, one lives in a hut and does not lay on the ground, sleeps on straw and pillows, and does not talk about anything other than funeral matters. The king builds a hut for the deceased, and the officials and scholars cover it. After the burial, the pillars and lintels are covered, and the hut is not for the prominent. The king, the officials, and the scholars all have their corpses. For those who are not the proper sons, a hut is built for the secluded from before the burial. After the burial, stand with people: the king talks about the king's affairs, not the affairs of the state; the great officials and scholars talk about the public affairs, not the affairs of the family. After the king is buried, the king's government returns to the country, and after the mourning is over, they will wear the king's affairs; after the great officials and scholars are buried, the public government returns to the family, and after the mourning is over, they will wear the hat and the belt, and there will be no avoidance of the affairs of the armor. After the mourning, live in the whitewashed room, do not live with others. The king discusses the affairs of the state, and the great officials and scholars discuss the affairs of the family. After the auspicious, the whitewashed. When the auspicious is good, there will be no crying outside; when the mourning is over, there will be no crying inside, because the music has been played. After the mourning, follow the emperor, and after the auspicious sacrifice, go back to bed.

Missing Chang'an makes me sad

In the second month of winter, the sun is in the Big Dipper, setting in the middle of the east wall, and rising in the middle of the Zhen. The day is Rengui. Its emperor is Zhuanxu, and its god is Xuanming. Its insect is a shellfish. Its sound is feather, and its pitch is Huang Zhong. Its number is six. Its taste is salty, and its smell is rotten. Its ritual is to offer sacrifice to the kidney of the ancestors. The ice is getting stronger, and the ground begins to crack. The pheasant does not crow at dawn, and the tiger begins to mate. The emperor lives in the Xuantang Grand Temple, rides on the Xuan Road, drives the iron horse, carries the black flag, wears black clothes, and wears black jade. He eats millet and pigs, and his utensils are large and made of Yan. He orders the death. He orders the officials to say: Do not do earthwork, be careful not to open the roof, do not open the house, and do not open the public, so as to make it solid and closed. The earth's qi is about to leak, which is called opening the room of heaven and earth, and all hibernating animals will die. The people will surely suffer from diseases and epidemics, and then they will be buried. It is called Changyue.

My husband is very dark

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.