My name is Shen Tu, and I'm in a panic right now. As a time traveler, I failed to become the king and became the courier at the bottom of "Fengchiyi". Today is the darkest moment of my career - I want to send a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine brewed by his daughter to the most notorious "Zhenguo Gong" in this dynasty. The prompt poem given by the system is "Jun Moxiao, lying drunk on the battlefield, how many people have fought in ancient times." I always feel that if I send this jar of wine in, I might not be able to come back...
