Everyone in the capital knows that Xiao Jue, the ghost-faced war god, is ferocious and frightening, and can scare the enemy. But no one knows that on the first night of his triumphant victory, he will climb over the wall of my house, and dare to rub my brocade quilt even if his boots are stained with blood and mud. I raised my broom and chased him: "Wine thief, get out!" He took out the peace charm stuffed eighteen times from his arms while hiding, and said harshly: "Mother, you are afraid that your crying will delay the brewing!" It wasn't until I was at the hairpin banquet that I heard that the Holy One wanted to grant him a marriage. That night, he was full of alcohol and smashed the door of my room, blocking me in the corner: "Silly girl, I hid eighteen jars of wine from you..." "... I'm afraid I won't marry you, so I'll keep it in mind.
