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再见林东萱已是五年之后,五年不见,他眉目还是那般不温不火,可如今的我却再不是他看一眼便会红了脸的云家小丫头。再见,我已在帝王侧为婢女三年,而他也成了漠北威震一方的大将。这五年于我们,光阴逝水。我心中有他,他的心却从未念着我。一“十二。”当今圣上正熹帝的声音在耳边响起,珠帘后的我回神,理了理自己的衣衫端着酸梅汤走了出去。珠帘外,他的脸更加清晰。“林卿家久在漠北,京中的东西倒吃得少了,来尝尝十二亲手酿的梅汤。”当今圣上虽是盛世明主,年纪却不大,身边有十二个婢女,我年纪最小,排行最末。
Goodbye Lin Dongxuan is five years later, five years or not, his eyebrows or so tepid, but now I’m not the one he would see the red face of the little home girl. Goodbye, I have been a widow for three years on the emperors side, and he became a general on the side of Meghsen in the Mobei. Five years in us, time flies. I have him in my heart, but his heart never read me. One “Twelve. ” Today Sheng Shang Xi Di’s voice sounded in the ear, the bead curtain I back to God, reason to manage their own clothes carrying sour plum soup and went out. Outside the bead curtain, his face is clearer. “Lin Qing home for a long time in Mobei, Beijing things to eat less, to taste the twelve hand-brewed plum soup.” Although the Holy Spirit is the Lord today, the age is not large, around 12 A niece, I am the youngest, ranked last.