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The Six Palaces of Favored Concubines-The Ugly Concubine is Poisonous

Wang Gong wanted to invite Jiang Lunu to be the chief secretary, so he went to Jiang in the morning, but Jiang was still in the tent. The king sat down, not daring to speak immediately. It took a long time before he got there, but Jiang didn't respond. He called for someone to bring him some wine, drank a bowl himself, and did not share any with the king. Wang laughed and said, "Why do I have to drink alone?" Jiang said, "Do you want to drink too?" He asked him to pour more wine for Wang. After Wang finished drinking, he was able to leave. Before leaving the house, Jiang sighed and said, "It is difficult for people to judge for themselves."

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A Daughter at Home

After Yin Zhongjun was deposed from Dongyang, he began to read Buddhist scriptures. When I first read Vimalakirti, I suspected that there was too much Prajnaparamita. Later, when I read the short piece, I hated that there were so few words.

Seven Hundred Long Sandstorms

Xie Youyu said to Zhou Hou: "You are like a tree of the altar. From a distance, you can see it is majestic and touching the blue sky. But when you look at it closely, you can see that its roots are supported by foxes, and there is nothing but chaos below!" He replied: "The branches are touching the blue sky, but that does not make you feel high; the foxes are making a mess below, but that does not make you feel dirty. You are protecting the chaos, so how can you boast of yourself?"

The Road to Lingshan

Prime Minister Wang said: "Recently, people have compared me to Anqi and Qianli. They also recommend these two people. But they all recommend the Grand Marshal, who is particularly outstanding."

The Strongest Emperor in the City

The monk Yi was in the Waguun Temple. Wang Gouzi came and talked with him, so the monk asked him to recite the principles. The monk asked the king, "Does a sage have feelings?" The king said, "No." The monk asked again, "Is a sage like a pillar?" The king said, "Like a calculation stick. Although it has no feelings, the one who moves it has feelings." The monk thought, "Who moves the sage?" Gou Zi left without an answer.