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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.
Xiahou Taichu once wrote while leaning against a pillar. It was raining heavily at the time, and a thunderbolt broke the pillar he was leaning against. His clothes were burnt, but his expression remained unchanged, and his book was also intact. The guests around were all stumbling and unable to stop.
When Huan Xuan was about to usurp the throne, Huan Xiu wanted to succeed him because Xuan had the permission of his mother. Madam Yu said, "You are close, and you have more years than I do. I have taken care of him, and I cannot bear to see him do such a thing."
Wang Xiang's mother, Mrs. Zhu, was very respectful to him. There was a plum tree in her home which produced very good fruits, so his mother always asked him to take care of it. Suddenly, a storm came and Xiang hugged the tree and cried. Xiang once slept in a separate bed, and his mother went there and chopped him in secret. When Xiang got up secretly, he chopped off the empty quilt. After returning, he knew that his mother was very sad, so he knelt before her and asked to die. The mother then realized the truth and loved him as her own son.
Sikong Gu He was having a conversation with the wise men of the time. Zhang Xuanzhi and Gu Fu, the grandson of the middle-aged man and the grandson of the great-grandson, both seven years old, were playing beside the bed. When he heard the words, his expression seemed to be irrelevant. Sleeping under the lamp, the two children narrated the host's words, without missing anything. Gu Gong crossed the table and lifted his ear, saying: "I never thought that a declining clan would revive this treasure."
Wang Zijing said to Wang Xiaobo, "Yang Shuzi is good herself, but what does she have to do with other people?" So she is not as good as the prostitute on the Tongque Tower. 鈥
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