[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Mi Heng took the knife and pen and sat there for a while.A maid with double buns walked up to him and bowed cautiously.

The ends of the emerald earrings were tied with cyan jade pendants, which touched together with the movement of bowing her head, making her voice even more crisp and sweet.

"Cui Jun asked the servant girl to tell the young master that he had to take a step forward because of his unbearable abdominal pain. I hope you will forgive me."

The sound of Ling Ling is like a fine spring pouring into the heart, but Mi Heng has no intention of appreciating it at all.

"The muddy fish entered the sea, what can I do?" You Heng waved his hand to signal the maid to go away so that he would not block his sight, bowed her head while holding the knife, and continued to carve words on the wooden tablets.

——Gu Hong passed the grass in his mouth, and the blood scorpion sang the cuckoo.

At this time, Cui Song had already copied the path and went all the way to the outside of Taiyuan Academy.

Xu Zhuo, who had been guarding outside the wall, stepped forward with his sword and escorted him back.

Cui Song still doesn't know who the killer is. Although there has been no movement in the past few days, he dare not relax at all.

This uncertain crisis is like a sword of Damocles, hanging high above the head, exerting pressure all the time.

Compared with his client, the elder nephew and the two servants behaved more seriously.

Strengthen night patrols, strictly check the food at the entrance, send rich gifts to Zhi Jinwu, and ask the night patrol officials to take care of them...

Cui Song, who just tied a dagger on his middle sleeve and made up his mind, couldn't help wondering if he was too insecure.

Before Cui Song left Taiyuan Academy, he asked his followers to bring a message to Cui Yan, saying that he had something to do and needed to go first.

Then he started his running plan.

Anyway, he had done his best at the literary conference, and it was just right to leave at this time.

Cui Song returned home and searched for the letter left by the original owner.

He wanted to find out if there were any poems and fu written by the original owner during his daily practice, in case of emergencies.

After turning it up and down, I really found some for him.

Pitch up to bear the breeze, advance and retreat to break the five ghosts.

And with this heart to learn from the bright moon, in the future, there will be no shortage of wars.

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Although Cui Song didn't understand much of the content on the silk, he still felt an unidentified sense of urgency rushing to his face. He carefully collected several manuscripts and put them into a mahogany carved box.

Then, he took out the manuscript of the letter that the original owner had written but hadn't sent, rubbed it with ink, lined up sentence by line, referring to the writing method above, and began to reply to Xi Zhi.

"Brother Zhicai, seeing a letter is like meeting you."

rip off.

"Respectful Huishu, sorry for the late reply. A hasty farewell a year ago..."

There are too many dramas added, how does he know when the original owner and Xizhi parted?rip off.

"...I always remember Jun's voice and smile."

What the hell, write elegiac couplets?tear tear tear.

"One day's absence is like three autumns, and thinking about it is like madness."

It's not a love letter, think of a hammer, so tear it up quickly.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Cui Song lay his body on the table, his feet covered with paper.

Thinking that the paper used for writing was still very expensive and rare at this time, Cui Song quickly put the pile of paper aside and carved bamboo slips instead.

One afternoon passed, Cui Song struggled with the letter paper several times, and finally finished writing one with stumbles, copied it on the ruler, and put it in the small box with the pearl in the double fish's mouth.

After doing all this, Cui Song felt his body was hollowed out, and he collapsed like a salted fish, and it took him a long time to get up again.

He moved out the original owner's collection of books and carefully read the original owner's notes.

These notes contain insights, notes, and some thoughts derived from the original owner.The writing style is simple and exquisite, the words are profound, explain the profound things in a simple way, draw inferences from one instance, it is both sharp and humorous, even modern people who don't understand anything like Cui Song can read it with great interest, completely forgetting where they are.

If it weren't for "Cui Song" who is himself now, he would have turned his back on and become the opponent's fanboy.

Cui Song closed the book with a lot of enthusiasm, went out with the Pisces box in his arms, and asked Gan Ji to send the letter for him.

Qiao Ji brought him a plate of roasted lamb ribs and jasmine wine, and put it on the dining table.Sitting with draped clothes, Qiao Ji stretched out her slender hand, turned the wine spoon, and introduced fine wine into the goblet.

Raise the glass and serve the wine.

The sequence of movements is smooth and pleasing to the eye.

The sapphire step swayed from side to side following her movements, with the carefully rolled up bun on her hairpin, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

The beauty is on the side, and the manner is charming.With a heavy waist and a bun, bright eyes are good at gazing.

However, Cui Song only took one more look before focusing on the delicious food in front of him.

Although he is a senior member of the Appearance Association, he loves food more.

In front of delicious food, all beauties are bones, and it takes a lot of effort to take a bite.

After dinner, when Cui Yan came back from abroad, Cui Song chatted with him for a few words, and before the other party asked him, he locked himself in the room under the pretext of "there is a book that needs to be studied".

Cui Song continued to read the cloud record of notes left by the original owner.Tired of kneeling on the ground, he simply climbed onto the bed and watched sitting, lying down, and lying down.Change your posture every once in a while, whatever is more comfortable for you.Anyway, Xu Zhuo was guarding the outermost room closely, so he couldn't see what was going on inside.

Compared with the obscure ancient books that he had read hard a few days ago, these comments are vivid and interesting. Cui Song seems to have returned to the modern life of brushing posts for fun. After reading one after another, it was late at night before he knew it.

He yawned, reluctant to put the book down.

While half asleep and half awake, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, driving away all drowsiness.

The sound of pattering rain came from outside the window, ranging from small to heavy, from weak to strong, from light kisses to heavy blows.

There seemed to be no other voices between heaven and earth.

Cui Song took the robe from the shelf, draped it obliquely on his body, walked to the window, and looked out at the endless darkness through the window lattice.

He fiddled with the wick with small scissors, dimmed the light in the room, returned to the bed, and lay down on his back.

For a long while, he still kept his eyes open, staring at the curtain above his head.

The rain was so loud that I couldn't sleep at all.

He turned over, rolled the quilt into a ball, and stuffed it at the head of the bed as a cushion.He picked up the book on the side of the bed again, and continued reading along the place he just saw.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights on the table exploded softly, and the room was shrouded in darkness. The sound of rain outside the window was still fierce, showing no sign of letting up.But amidst the chaotic sound of rain, it seemed that a different sound had been mixed in.The voice was very weak at first, as if it came from a very far away place, but gradually, the voice got closer and louder, and finally it tore apart the sound of the rain and stumbled into the ears of the dreamer.

when--

when--

when--

bells...?

Cui Song was feeling strange, but he heard a chaotic commotion outside, as if some heavy object hit the ground, knocking away the furniture next to him.

Bumping and bumping, the heavy object hit his door.

Cui Song looked up, and was facing Xu Zhuo's astonished pale face.

"His Majesty... died...?"

The author has something to say: *All the unknown things in this chapter that seem to be poems are made up by the author, please do not take it seriously.

*All those attacking the party and accepting the party, please don’t brush your camp under the article, let us raise our little hands to build a harmonious review area, pick your teeth, beat your farts and talk nonsense, let you choose. (Whoever brushes me again will fight PP) (...by the way, today’s Duan Xiaojun must have been frightened by you [shameless dump])

PS: A girl asked about Weibo. My Weibo name is Sleeper Alpha (yes, the author is such a middle school girl). Although I don’t play it often, I still log in to TX occasionally.

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Q: Why did you reply to Xi Zhicai now?

Cui Song: It is too difficult to reply to the letter, I need to brew it.

(It was brewing and brewing, and the author forgot about it.)

Xi Zhicai:  …