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The happiness of letting go

During the funeral of Zi Zhang, Gong Mingyi wrote a memorial: the red curtain and the red material, and the ants gathered at the four corners, which was a Yin scholar.

Your Majesty, hold me gently

The best fake in the world: the dandy prince

Yin Zhongjun was an expert at understanding the meridians, but he became useless in middle age. There was a messenger who was always there, but he suddenly kowtowed and bled. Hao asked why? He said, "There is a matter of death that cannot be told." After a long questioning, he finally said, "My mother is nearly a hundred years old and has been ill for a long time. If the officials can find her pulse, there will be a chance of survival. Then I will kill her without any regrets." Moved by his sincerity, he had her carried in, and he took her pulse and prescribed medicine. After taking one dose of soup, he recovered. So all the classics were burned.

The Great City Era

Liu Yin said: "Sun Chenggong was a crazy scholar. Whenever he arrived at a place, he would enjoy it for many days, or he would turn back halfway."

Infinite 100,000 years

All the Ruan brothers were good at drinking. When Zhongrong and his clan members gathered together for a while, they no longer used ordinary cups to drink, but used large jars to hold wine, and they sat around and drank together. Sometimes a group of pigs came to drink, and they would go straight up and drink together.

The cold male god loves me

Xie Zhonglang was Wang Lantian's son-in-law. He once wore a white silk scarf and went to Yangzhou to listen to the king's affairs. He said frankly: "People say that you are stupid, but you believe that you are stupid." Lantian said: "It is true that there is no such opinion, but it is too late."