There is a pavilion called Sanqianchang, and a glass of wine is also called Sanqianchang.
The world of mortals is tens of thousands of feet long, reincarnation for hundreds of years, one dream, one play, one gathering, one separation, one suffering, one joy, one love, one hate... There are only three thousand ups and downs in the world.
The woman's eyebrows were cold and her tone was warm: I will make wine for you, but you are willing to guard a building.
From then on, whoever has a different path has three lives, whoever has a light fate, whoever has a happy life, and whoever has a long road to repair.
Three Thousand Fields is just the name of the wine. This wine can absorb people's soul, like poison.
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