[Small but straight-minded female official × Weird and solitary official girl]
"The Duke of Zhou sought power to usurp the throne, Qu Yuan surrendered to Qin in fear of death, the First Emperor dismounted his horse and surrendered, Xiang Yu defeated Jian Chu, saw Wei Qing and Huo Qubing return to the Huns, turned around and Zhou Yu covered his face and turned into Pang Tong, and... I am eighteen fights high in talent, no one in the world can match it."
After Awen finished speaking, he approached Pei Jingzhao and asked, "Only one is true. Can you guess which one it is?"
Pei Jingzhao deliberately remained silent. When Awen grabbed her sleeve and shook it gently a few times, she lowered her head and said with a smile: "It's all fake."
Awen pretended to be angry and turned his back: "I don't know how to coax people. When I go south to defeat Xie Xuan's Beifu soldiers and fight all the way to Jiankang, you will know whether it is true."
Hearing the chuckle of Pei Jingzhao behind her, Awen looked up at the sky, looking forward to the day when she would return to Jin. It was expected that it would be the twelfth round of Cexun, and there were elders on both sides. The cheers of the people were so loud that her ears hurt. She was riding a tall horse, and in a trance she heard someone in the crowd say:
"A girl's skills are unparalleled, and no one else can match them!"
Purpose: Su Wu Muyang
