Li Gua·Thirty
Ninth day of the lunar month: It's a mistake, but there is no blame for it.
Sixty-two: Huangli, Yuanji.
Ninety-three: When the sun is gone, if you sing without playing the fou, the big grasshopper will complain, which is bad.
Ninety-four: Like sudden arrival, like burning, like death, like abandonment.
Sixty-five: Tears are coming out like tears, and sadness is like sighing, which is auspicious.
Chapter 9: When Wang Yong went on an expedition, he lost his head if he was a good person, and he was captured by a bandit who was ugly, so he had no fault.
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