Thousands of mountains and snow, 100,000 tears.

I understood in an instant, maybe I can't keep this leisure, I can't take this indifference, and I can't reveal this feeling.

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"The little girl was originally from Changping, Guangdong...... I only hope that the benevolent prince will have mercy on my weak nature and take me in, and I will be a slave and a maidservant, so that I can repay the kindness of the benevolent father!"

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"By the way, Xueyi, do you remember what you said?"

"What?"

"Say you want to be a slave and a slave and listen to me in everything?"

"Yes, naturally. ”

"Then you have endured these few days of suffering, is it just to wait for me to come back and not to embarrass me?"

"Yes......"

"Well, listen to that girl,"

"You can also understand that I have already told that shameless man that you learned from me what kind of vine binding spell you have. ”

"I hope Miss Kou can continue to help me lie and not embarrass me!"

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"I just listened to the master of the hall reciting poems, a little plum blossom, 100,000 Zhu Yan blood...... Xue Yi wants to be with: 'If the mountain flowers are full of heads, don't ask where the slave returns'......"

"Xue Yi, I feel good to be with the hall master. Even if you don't get anything......"

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"Xueyi, why are you doing this? I told you a long time ago, you are not my slave! I don't know how many times I've said it, but you just won't listen to me!"

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A wisp of plum soul, willing to turn into thousands of obsessions, and then say the hall master.

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Weeping plum words

Light dreams are like smoke, light smoke is like dreams, and the desire to disperse will be dissipated and gathered. I'm afraid that he will be melancholy, Ding Ning every night, and he will try his best to speak coldly.

Hard jade bone ice muscle, before the frost after the snow, there is no clue. Sigh and cherish yourself, the east wind came to hire, and it was never lightly allowed.

I don't love it, Guizi is cool in autumn, and peony is warm in spring, living up to Zhang Lang's good words. The moss is self-winding, the bamboo is covered, and the clouds and waves are temporarily sheltered.

A piece of soul is pitiful, turned into a diligent, heartbroken goddess. is hovering for good, and the oblique moon comes and goes......

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