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My Love: Angel's Love

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.

Endless Death Game

When Wang Changshi climbed Mount Mao, he cried bitterly, saying, "Wang Boyu of Langya will eventually die for love."

Lonely woman

Wei Jie was five years old, and he was lovely and cute. Grand Tutor said: "This child is different, but I am old and cannot see his big ears!"

Invincible Soldier

Love after prosperity is gone

Wang Rong was frugal and stingy. When his nephew married, he gave her only a single piece of clothing, but he later blamed her for it.

I always look for you in the wind

Ritual: In the mourning of mourning with mourning clothes, one should only speak but not answer; in the mourning of mourning with mourning clothes, one should answer but not speak; in the mourning of great merit, one should speak but not discuss; in the mourning of small merit, one should discuss but not play music.