龙腾小说网之穿黑丝袜的少妇

I'm not a bad girl

The sacrifice to the king's father is called Huangzukao, and the king's mother is called Huangzubi. The father is called Huangkao, and the mother is called Huangbi. The husband is called Huangbi. When alive, they are called father, mother, and wife. When dead, they are called father, mother-in-law, and concubine.

The villain boss is too difficult to deal with

In ancient times, the officials of the Zhou emperor had the Shuzi official. The Shuzi official was the Shuzi soldiers of the princes, ministers, officials, and scholars. He was in charge of their warnings and orders, and taught and governed them, distinguished their ranks, and corrected their positions. When the country had major events, he led the national sons to the eldest son and used them. If there were matters of armor and weapons, he would give them chariots and armor, combine their soldiers, and assign their officials to govern them by military law. Sima Fu did not correct them. In all state affairs, the Imperial Academy keeps wandering soldiers to cultivate virtue and learn the Dao. In spring, they learn various subjects, and in autumn, they learn archery to test their skills and promote or demote them.

Gobi Water World

The tomb was changed, which is not ancient.

Evil Hunting Flower City

The people of Wei believed that turtles were knowledgeable. Chen Ziche died in Wei. His wife and her family's senior officials planned to bury him alive with her. After the plan was finalized, Chen Zikang arrived and told her, "My master is ill and there is no one to take care of him. Please bury him alive with me." Zikang said, "Burying him alive with me is not a courtesy. Even if I do, who should take care of him like my wife and the prime minister? If I have to, I will do it. If I have to, I will let my two sons do it." So he did not do it.

The adorable concubine of the master has arrived

Wang and Liu were together in the south of Hangzhou, and had a feast at Huanzi's home. Xie Zhenxi went to the Shangshu's tomb and returned, and cried again three days after the burial. Everyone wanted to take him back, so they first sent a letter, but he still did not agree, but he had already stopped the car. It’s important, so I’ll go back. Everyone met him outside the door, took his arm and went down, and was able to take off his cap and hat. Halfway through the feast, I realized I was still feeling tired.

Wandering around