Seven Years of Yonghe. Shen Qian seemed to have expected it. He accepted the order, took the wine glass from the young eunuch, looked at the poisoned wine in his hand, curled the corner of his mouth, and pulled out a wry smile... When he was a child, he thought that he had to protect this country for that person, and could not be invaded by other countries. But now, Shen Qian didn't know why, but his heart felt bitter.
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In the ninth year of Yonghe, the weather was good and the country was peaceful and the people were safe. There is a tavern at the base of the imperial city. Once a wine flag is hung, it becomes a sign. Among the ten miles and eighty towns, this one is the only one with white pear blossoms.
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