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I was drunk and embarrassed, but the cold-hearted CEO didn't let go

Burning wood in Taitan is a sacrifice to heaven; burying in Taizhe is a sacrifice to the earth; using a calf. Burying a young cattle in Taizhao is a sacrifice to the time; being close to the Kantan is a sacrifice to cold and heat. The royal palace is a sacrifice to the sun; the night light is a sacrifice to the moon; the Youzong is a sacrifice to the stars; the Yuzong is a sacrifice to floods and droughts; the four Kantans are sacrifices to the four seasons. Mountains, forests, rivers, valleys, hills, clouds that can become wind and rain, and monsters that can be seen are all called gods. Those who have the whole world offer sacrifices to all gods. The princes offer sacrifices to the gods in their own lands, but not if they lose their lands.

The Urban Peak

Wang Shuang was drinking with Sima Taifu. The Grand Tutor was drunk and called the king "boy." The king said, "My late grandfather, the Chief Secretary, was a friend of Emperor Jianwen. My late aunt and sister were married and had two concubines. How can they be called boys?"

The Young Man's Journey

》 says: "Filial sons are not lacking." Confucius said: "To be harmonious with the party of parents can be called filial. Therefore, the gentleman uses harmony to unite the clan." The Book of Songs says: "This makes brothers more than enough; not to be so, brothers will be more friendly."

Taxi Rhapsody

Ghost Eye Warlock

Confucians cleanse themselves and bathe in virtue, they keep their words to themselves, they are calm and correct, and their superiors do not know; they are rough and arrogant, and they do not rush to do things; they do not think they are high when they are deep, and they do not think they are much when they add a little; they do not despise the world in peace, and they do not get discouraged when the world is in chaos; they do not agree with the same, and they do not criticize the different. They are like this in their uniqueness.

Absolute secrets

Yuan Hu was poor when he was young and once worked as a servant carrying rent for others. Xie Zhenxi was traveling by boat. That night the wind was clear and the moon was bright. He heard the sound of passengers reciting poems on a boat on the river bank, which was quite sentimental. The five-character verse he recited was something he had never heard before, and he could not stop admiring it. He immediately sent someone to interrogate him in detail, and it turned out that it was Yuan himself who was reciting the historical poem he had written. Therefore, they wanted each other and were greatly appreciated.