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... are back, I do n’t know to be happy What it looks like. The Hope Garden was designed by the uncle Huang himself. How many people want to live, even the father and the emperor want to change to the palace, but the uncle has not been allowed. Now my grandmother gave us, afraid that even the father and the emperor were jealous. "

Meng Wanlu didn't say a word and stood quietly on the ground. After a while, I was forced to suppress the anger and loss, and said lightly, "Wanlu thanked my grandm ...

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