Chapter 241 (Rouge Tears)
Yijun, you don’t know, when the plums are green.

Folding willows are ashamed to give each other, bowing their heads to make silk.

Where is the silk embroidered, two mandarin ducks weave.

Luo sleeves dance in the breeze, pity you for loss.

The concubine's house is surrounded by smoke and water, and the rouge is washed away by tears and rain.

The river grass is connected to the red line, empty and sad without knowing it.

(End of this chapter)

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