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Tomorrow, will you still love me?

Huan Xuan was the Taifu, and when he held a meeting, all the court officials gathered. After the judgment was made, he asked Wang Zhenzhi, "How am I compared to your seventh uncle?" The guests breathed their last at that moment. The king replied slowly, "My late uncle was a role model of his time, and you are a hero for thousands of years." Everyone in the room rejoiced.

Rebirth of Farmland

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The music and singing have ended and the years have passed

When Wang Lantian was appointed as an official in Yangzhou, the chief clerk asked for a taboo, and was instructed: "Our late ancestor was famous throughout the country and was known far and wide. If the taboo is not known to the public, there is nothing to be tabooed about."

Love

Wang Yifu sighed: "When I talk with Le Ling, I always feel that what I say is annoying."

Waiting for the passing years

"Confucians live with modern people and study with ancient people; they practice what they do in the present and they are regarded as models by future generations; they are not in the right era, and they are not supported by their superiors and pushed by their subordinates. There are people who form a party and endanger them. Their bodies can be endangered, but their will cannot be taken away. Although they live in danger, they still believe in their will and will not forget the people's suffering. Their worries are like this.

The dew is clear and you are like a dream