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Black-bellied Baby: The Domineering Love of the Evil President

Knowing that Daozi died, he was not buried yet; Pinggong drank, Shi Kuang and Li Diao served, beating drums and bells. Du Lin came from outside and heard the sound of the bell. He asked, "Where is he?" He said, "In his bedroom." Du Lin went to his bedroom, climbed up the stairs, poured wine, and said, "Kuang drinks this." He poured wine again, and said, "Diao drinks this." He poured wine again, and sat in the hall facing north to drink. He went down and hurried out. Ping Gong called him and said, "Lian, your heart may have been upset with me before, so I didn't talk to you. Why did you drink Kuang?" He said, "Zimao was not happy. I knew that Daozi was in the hall, so he was very kind to Zimao. Kuang is a master, and he didn't tell me, so I drank." "Why did you drink Diao?" He said, "Diao is a humble minister of the king. For a drink and a meal, I forgot the king's illness, so I drank." "Why did you drink?" He said, "Lian is a butcher. He is not a knife or a dagger, and he dared to drink with Zhifang, so I drank." Ping Gong said, "I also made a mistake. Pour wine and drink for me." Du Lin washed his cup and raised it. The Duke said to his attendant: "If I die, you must not abolish this title." As of now, after the offering, Si raised the cup and called it Du Ju.

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Wang Youjun looked at Chen Xuanbo: "The blocks have correct bones."

A moment of greed for marriage

The so-called self-cultivation is to rectify one's heart. If one is angry, one cannot be rectified; if one is afraid, one cannot be rectified; if one is happy, one cannot be rectified; if one is worried, one cannot be rectified. If one's heart is not there, one will not see, hear, or taste. This is called self-cultivation is to rectify one's heart.

Dog System

In this month, the master of craftsmen is ordered to order all craftsmen to examine the quantities of the five warehouses: gold and iron, leather and tendons, horns and teeth, feathers and arrows, fat, glue, cinnabar and lacquer, and none of them are bad. All craftsmen are in good order, and the supervision of the work is on the day; do not go against the time, and do not do anything extravagant and clever to disturb the emperor's heart.

Which kind of love doesn't hurt?

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