[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Guo Jia's heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment when he met the eyes that were getting darker and darker under the moonlight.

He naturally stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles between Cui Song's brows, and asked in a gentle voice:

"Dream? It's nothing, it's just a dream, go on to sleep."

The gentle and slow voice was like a clear spring flowing through his heart, Cui Song, who still had a bit of confusion in his eyes, was bewitched by this voice, and closed his eyes again.

It turned out that Cui Song hadn't fully woken up just now, it was only because he had not slept soundly, and when the breath approached aroused his subconscious vigilance, he opened his eyes half asleep.

When he saw a familiar face in his hazy vision, and was comforted by Guo Jia's soft words, his short-lived waking consciousness was immediately covered by drowsiness, and he fell asleep again.

Guo Jia waited for a long time to make sure that the breathing of the person close to him was getting longer, and then he relaxed.

He quickly pecked on the warm lips in front of his eyes, and lay back on the couch at an extremely fast speed, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

He listened to the frantic drumming of his heartbeat, only feeling that something in his chest was about to overflow.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a quarter of an hour, and it seemed that there was only one breath, Guo Jia opened his eyes again, and looked to the side, only to see that Cui Song was still asleep, unaware of everything just now.

Guo Jia sighed lowly, not knowing whether it was more luck or regret that lingered in his heart.

He waited for a while, then sat up silently, carefully raised Cui Song's hand that was on his side, opened the palm, and checked the wound by the moonlight.

Although not big, the wounds with a hideous appearance are four crescent-shaped wounds spread horizontally, which are exactly the same length as the nails.A little flesh and blood rolled out, which shows that the owner of this hand used almost all his strength to restrain his emotions at the knuckles carved into the palm.

The frenzied rhythm of the heartbeat, as if being drenched by a basin of ice water, was painful.

He took out the hidden herbal medicine from his bosom, and took out a cup of water warmed in the animal-patterned double ear warmer from behind the wall coat, wet the clean soft silk, carefully avoided the wound, and wiped the dirt on his palm.

Then he washed the herbal medicine, pounded it with a pestle in a rough movement, spread it on the wound, wrapped the wound with another piece of clean soft cloth, and tied a slipknot on the side.

There were traces of sword cocoons where the fingertips touched, and he unconsciously rubbed it lightly, lowering his black eyelashes, and kissing the wound above the thin soft cloth.

Pausing for a moment, he was about to return that hand to its original position when he unexpectedly met a pair of dark eyes in the dark room.

Guo Jia:  …

He paused for a long time, using the faint moonlight to try to distinguish, and made sure that there was no mist in those eyes, only clarity.

He calmly said, "Zicong... is he awake?"

Cui Song withdrew his hand, sat up, and said calmly:

"Feng Xiao thinks I'm a pig? No matter what you do, you won't wake up?"

Pigs are also pigs.Based on this metaphor alone, Guo Jia knew that Cui Song's current mood was far from good...it was not at all better than before going to bed.

He was about to say some funny words to comfort his best friend, but Cui Song lowered his eyes unkindly, grabbed his skirt, and said in a dangerous tone:

"Can Feng Xiao tell you why it's so late and you haven't rested yet?"

Guo Jia sounded the alarm in his heart, and he hurriedly said: "It just happened to wake up..."

Cui Song fixed his eyes on the soft cloth in his hand, and said word by word: "You have a severe headache recently, it is time to take a good rest. This is just a small injury the size of a grain of rice. Care?"

Guo Jia held his hand instead, preventing that hand from exerting force, dragging the wound: "Even if it's a minor injury... I have to see it, so I can feel at ease."

After finishing speaking, he used his other hand to brush away the broken hair on Cui Song's forehead, and stroked it behind his ears.

Followed by a low inaudible sigh.

"Don't hurt yourself again."

if……

If he is serious... how can he leave Zi Cong alone?

Thinking of the heaven and earth falling apart in his dream, he was both afraid and worried, and at the same time pushed himself towards others, lest Zi Cong would suffer the same pain.

Cui Song felt the preciousness and sorrow from his fingertips, as if an arrowhead coated with icing sugar was slowly passing through his heart, before he could taste the sweetness, he was surrounded by pain.

He stepped forward suddenly, pressed Guo Jia's shoulders and pressed him on the couch, facing Guo Jia's astonished stare, he gritted his teeth coldly, but couldn't say a word of cruelty for a long time.

"Guo Fengxiao, the king's heart is also my heart. You can't let go of such small injuries, but you... how can I let go of it?"

He held Guo Jia's shoulder tightly, his knuckles turned white slightly,

"Even if there is no cure for this disease, even if God wants to give you a dead end, I will dig a way out and rescue you."

"Before then, you must not hide anything from me, let alone give up lightly. Otherwise, even if you lie half in the grave, I will dig you out and make you restless."

The powerful words carried a certain sense of determination and desperateness.

The picture in the dream suddenly appeared in Guo Jia's mind, and he trembled as if realizing something, his eyes shrank suddenly:

"No!"

He suddenly pressed Cui Song into his arms, and said hoarsely in his ear:

"No way!"

Cui Song wanted to get up, but was firmly restrained by a huge force, so he had to give up the plan to get up, and calm down his slightly messy breathing because he said a long paragraph in one breath.

He lay in front of Guo Jia's chest, listening to the violent beating of his heart, and slowly relaxed his tense limbs.

When both of them calmed down a bit, Cui Song patted Guo Jia's arm, motioning him to let go.

But call Guo Jia's refusal.

"Don't move, lie down like this for a while."

From a quarrel to someone's one-sided rogue, Cui Song felt that the veins on his forehead were going to be uncontrollable, and pinched Guo Jia's chin warningly.

Guo Jia was afraid that he was really angry, so he let go.

Cui Song stood up and said in a strange tone: "Before I woke up, what were you doing to me?"

Guo Jia replied calmly, "Bandage your wound for you."

"Really? But how do I feel—" He leaned down again and slowly approached Guo Jia's face, "You seem to have done other things?"

Guo Jia was silent for a moment, then sighed: "You really want me to answer?"

"nature……"

Before he finished speaking, Guo Jia suddenly pinched his chin, raised his head and kissed him.

It was just like a superficial touch, the touch that almost brushed the corner of his lips made Cui Song freeze in place.

Guo Jia let go of his hand, with a triumphant smile on his face: "This is what Zi Cong wanted me to answer."

Like the eyes of stars, sweeping away the haze, reflecting the soft moonlight.

It was as if a long silver river was flowing, trying to drag him into it.

Cui Song stared at Guo Jia's smile for a moment, then suddenly raised his lips, put his hands on his sides, and lowered his head suddenly.

He bit Guo Jia's lower lip gently.

Before Guo Jia could react, he covered the opponent's eyes.

"Okay, let's arrange it."

He let go of his hands only after the heat on his face dissipated, fell to the side, and yawned.

"It's time to sleep..."