[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Because the leader wanted them to treat this "Master Yuan" as a guest of honor, the young man named Bai Longduo did not dare to neglect the question of "Mr. Yuan".

He put down the medicine pestle in his hand, and replied very seriously: "Sir, he is Han."

Cui Song: "..."

Seeing that Cui Song was speechless, Bai Longduo was a little flustered, and hurried to make amends: "Sir...he is a scholar from a big man..."

"..."

"Same as Mr. Yuan..."

"..."

Bai Longduo was about to cry: "Actually, I don't know Mr. Yuan very well, Mr. Yuan, please forgive me."

Seeing the young man's appearance of fearing that he would blame him, Cui Song was a little choked up, and repeatedly emphasized that he was not angry, and when the medicine was changed, he used the pretext of going out to breathe, and hurried away from this small grass house.

When he passed the "White Horse Hall" where people in Di used to trade goods, he saw a relatively familiar face.

It was the big man of the Di tribe who had a tall face, wolf eyes and tiger arms, which made Cui Song feel that he "had a story".

At this time, the 1.9-meter-tall man of the Di nationality was playing a wrangling game with the person in charge of the hall.

"You promised me the strongest and best wine a month ago, how can you break your promise now?"

"Baipu Road, have you forgotten the rules of our 'White Horse Hall'? First, pay for the goods and deliver the goods. Second, if several people are interested in the same item, they need to compare their 'merit value' first." , the 'meritorious value' is similar, and then the ownership of the goods is determined according to the level of their respective bids." The person in charge of the store knocked on the wooden sign hanging on the beam in the store, "And you, this month's merit value is much lower than that This is the strongest and best wine, of course I can't give it to you."

The tall and strong man held back his anger and said: "There are ten jars of 'Spring Apricot Wine', can I even give one jar to me?"

The person in charge smiled and said: "Yun? What kind of place do you think this is, and you still pay attention to charity?"

The tall and strong man was irritated by this "charity" and was about to explode when the person in charge hurriedly called the warrior who came to guard the shop, spread his hands and put on a helpless look.

"It's not that my Baima is unreasonable. You know the rules of the 'White Horse Hall'. If you want to make an exception, you must pay fifty times the price. This wine is not cheap, fifty times... can you afford it?" ?”

The tall burly man glared at the person in charge fiercely, clenched his fists, loosened them, clenched them again, and let them go again... After repeated for a long time, scruples finally prevailed and he did not fight here.

"Half altar... I can still afford half altar."

His voice was a little weaker, and he lowered his eyes, as if to show weakness, more like to pray.

The person in charge has no mercy. He has settled in Mazhai for many years, and he knew what kind of person this Baipulu was.

"Don't make such a pitiful appearance, I won't accept this. Again, the 'White Horse Hall' does not accept credit, and it is even more impossible to divide the goods into two—this half-altar saying, you should stop mentioned."

A ruthless light flashed in the eyes of the tall and strong man.

Cui Song, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, couldn't help but glance at him, moved his feet, and approached the shop door of the "White Horse Hall".

"If we want to make an exception, how much is this jar of 'Spring Apricot Wine'?"

The person in charge looked at him in surprise, looked him up and down, and put away his presumptuous posture: "This is Mr. Yuan mentioned by the leader—not much, just ten coins."

... What unit of measurement is this string?

Cui Song was confused, and tentatively took out a piece of gold leaf from the pouch around his waist: "Give me a few altars."

From the conversation between the two just now, Cui Song could tell that the ten altars of spring apricot wine were not cheap.He originally thought that this piece of gold leaf could only be exchanged for one or two jars at most, but he never thought that the person in charge would take it with a happy face and ask people to bring out all ten jars of wine.

"Mr. Yuan is refreshing. These are ten altars of spring apricot wine. I wonder if you need my help to move these ten altars of wine to your residence?"

The person in charge changed his face so quickly that Cui Song couldn't help being taken aback.

The tall and strong man named Baipulu snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Cui Song came to his senses and asked the person in charge to help him move the eight jars of wine back first, and then called Bai Pulu to stop.

"Will the strong man have a drink with Yuan?"

Bai Pulu glanced at him suspiciously, his eyes fell unconsciously on the mud-sealed wine jar, and he finally nodded in agreement.

The two each held a jar of wine, came to a secluded grassland in the back mountain, and sat on the ground.

Seeing Cui Song sitting cross-legged on Baipu Road, he didn't shy away from the mess of the grass, and he didn't stick to the aristocratic style of "not sitting on top of the floor", he somewhat changed his mind about this young master who "doesn't know the sufferings of the world".

"I thought that people like you must pay great attention to your own manners, and won't be in the same class as us inferior people, who don't pay attention to everything."

Cui Song, who came from modern times, said that among the rough men in the 21st century, no one cares whether the floor is dirty or not, and whether the sitting posture is good or not.When everyone is tired from playing, they just sit on the ground, and some simply lie down.Only the girls who came to watch the game would carefully put paper pads on the steps and consider whether wearing a skirt is suitable for sitting.

Anyway, what he is wearing now is not a deep coat with an empty crotch, but a horse riding suit with narrow sleeves and short skirt.Since he was not afraid of being naked, and there were no polite scholars around him—and he had been riding a horse for a day, his legs had softened into noodles—and he chose an uncomfortable sitting position for the so-called good looks, then he would be making mistakes.

But these cannot be put into words.So Cui Song didn't answer, but raised the wine jar in his hand.

Bai Pulu understood, patted open the wine seal, raised his head and poured it.

Cui Song imitated his movements, opened the seal, and poured a mouthful into his mouth.

The so-called "best spirits" have about the same degree as modern beer.Fortunately, the quality is not enough to make up for the quantity. If you want to drink three basketball-sized wine jars in one go, it will be enough for a person with an average capacity for alcohol.

Bai Pulu drank half of the jar, finally put down the adobe jar, looked far away, and turned to the small hill opposite.

"Why did you invite me to drink?"

Cui Song was very calm when he was exposed face to face with impure motives.

"I want to ask you something."

"Don't talk about the tribe."

"What about people?"

"It depends."

Cui Song smiled and put the wine jar aside.

"Who is that 'sir'?"

"The prisoner..."

Cui Song stared: "What?"

Bai Pulu swallowed the wine in his mouth, and wiped off the stain on his face: "He was supposed to be our prisoner, but in the end he became the leader's guest."

……it should?

Cui Song didn't interrupt, and signaled the other party to continue with his eyes.

"Do you know what we used to do?" Bai Pulu suddenly changed the subject and asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"Bandits." Cui Song didn't hesitate.

Bai Pulu was stunned, then sneered suddenly, and said sarcastically, "That's right, a robber. He's also a very vicious horse thief who kills people and steals money."

Cui Song didn't answer any more.

Perhaps it was because of drinking too much, although Bai Pulu was not drunk, there was a surge of enthusiasm in his head, prompting him to have the desire to talk.

"I'm a thief in the first place, licking blood with the tip of a knife, freehand and happy, killing as much as I want, why should I listen to a young boy's orders, and play some shit like 'everyone takes what he needs'?

"Then Bai Suolang must have been kicked in the head by a donkey, so he would let that insidious and cunning boy be a monster. Just wait, not only me, many warlike brothers in the village are not used to this. 'Soldiers are not bloody' What the hell kind of reason is that, Bai Suolang was raised by that little girl, she is timid as a leader, even a man is afraid of bleeding?"

Cui Song couldn't help frowning at the slanderous words that he didn't shy away from.

When Bai Pulu saw it, he laughed loudly, instead of restraining himself, he intensified it: "So you guys are hypocritical, what are you doing? Who doesn't want to scold his mother when he is angry?"

He squinted his eyes, as if he had noticed something, and looked Cui Song up and down, "I didn't pay attention to it because of the blood stains on my head, but now I have a closer look... Tsk tsk, after all, it is the noble son from the family, this juicy one, even The whores in the next town—"

Cui Song's eyes turned cold.

Before he could do anything, Baipu Road was shocked by the cold wind, and his somewhat fluttering mind suddenly woke up.

Thinking that the wine in his hand was invited by the person in front of him, and remembering the leader's instructions, he swallowed those words that should not have been said, smiled coyly, and hurriedly said that he was smelling of alcohol, what he said just now was nonsense, please ask Yuan There are a lot of young masters and adults, so don't take it to heart.

Because Bai Pulu stopped in time, didn't really say the insulting words, and apologized in time - although he didn't have much sincerity, Cui Song couldn't get angry for a while.

In addition, he still had something he wanted to find out, so he put down the idea of ​​teaching the other party a lesson, and said coldly.

"What do you mean by being a prisoner? What's the point of being insidious and cunning?"

Sensing the change in Cui Song's attitude, Bai Pulu knew he was in the wrong. Although he didn't think he was wrong, he didn't dare to say any more dirty words: "Our horse village has always done such things as killing people and robbing wealth. That boy is out of luck. He followed the Han people." The caravan entered our territory and naturally became our prisoner..."

Cui Song grasped the clue: "A caravan of the Han people?"

As soon as he arrived at this horse village, he went around for various reasons, and it can be said that he had a general understanding of the situation of the whole village.Let alone the entire caravan, apart from "Sir" and him, the only Han Chinese in the entire village is Xu Zhuo.

Since I haven't seen it before, could it be that these people have already...

"They were all killed by you?"

Bai Pulu snorted coldly: "I really wanted to kill him, but unfortunately I was swayed by that kid."

gentlemen?

"That kid not only let the group of people go and made us feel ashamed, but also used another..." Bai Pulu suddenly stopped, took a sip of wine viciously, and skipped this detail, "I don't know what the leader thinks. Yes, such a cunning and cunning person actually wants to win him over, and he is not afraid to play with fire, and ruin all of us!"

Cui Song really wanted to know what was deliberately concealed by him.However, Bai Pulu didn't know what he thought of, his eyes were like knives, and he was extremely clear. Cui Song knew that no matter how he tried to insinuate at this time, he would not be able to ask the truth. .

"So... do you know the name of 'Sir'?"

"of course I know."

"Who's last name?"

"He..." Bai Pulu rolled his eyes, and his eyes unconsciously fell on Cui Song's slender white fingers holding the wine jar, "Mr. Yuan wants to know?"

"Just don't talk."

"It's not impossible to say." Bai Pulu chuckled, swallowed, and a dark light flashed in his eyes, "Mr. Yuan and I have a good eye for each other, and I'm happy when I see it..."

With a sound of "clang", a sharp sword pierced into the soil in front of him, barely grazing the heel of his leg.

Cui Song smiled reservedly, holding the hilt of the sword, and pulled the sword out of the soil bit by bit.

"My sword is also very compatible with Brother Bai."

Bai Pulu was in a cold sweat all his life, and when he realized it, he couldn't help glaring at Cui Song.

But when that fierce gaze touched the sharp edge of the sword, it could not help but shed a bit of cruelty and lacked confidence.

Cui Song pulled out his sword and shook off the dirt on the sword.

The sword was seven feet long, and it was already very close to the opponent, but after being shaken like this, it would approach the opponent from time to time, as if gesturing in front of him.

"My hand slipped for a while, and I hope Brother Bai will make amends."

Bai Pulu's face turned livid, secretly hating himself for not bringing a weapon.But no matter how angry he was, under the point of Jianfeng, he could only endure his anger and say: "Don't dare."

Cui Song withdrew his sword, took the wine jar he put aside to test the sharpness of the sword, and walked away with the sword.

The wine jar that had been chopped into several pieces shattered with a sound, and the thick wine flowed out, poured over the grass, and flowed along the terrain to the direction of Baipu Road.

With a gloomy expression, Bai Pulu stood up and slammed the empty wine jar down to the ground.

"Do you really think you are a guest here? If you really don't know what's good and what's wrong like that..., when I, Bai Pulu, take power, I will definitely make you two look good."

Thinking of the picture in his mind, he smiled sinisterly, having already made a decision in his heart.

……

Cui Song retracted his sword and walked back, still feeling his stomach churning, disgusting.

He once stepped into a low-end bar because of a school girl asking for help, so he naturally knew the meaning of that last look on Baipu Road.

It's like being glued to the venom of a poisonous snake... disgusting.

Walking into the horse feeding area in the village, Cui Song fed a few handfuls of horse grass to Pixiu, and finally calmed down.

He turned his head and saw a skinny horse huddled in the corner of the stable. A young man with braids and gray feathers on his head was brushing the horse's fur while muttering something.

Cui Song walked a few steps, and heard him saying "Where did you go, sir?", "Oh, sir, let me brush your back for you, please don't move"... There is a "sir" in every sentence, so I can't help being a little surprised .

"Are you 'Sir''s squire?"

Hearing the sudden sound, the young man trembled in fright, and almost threw the brush in his hand.

He turned his head, revealing a young and dark face.

"You are... Young Master Yuan?"

The young man hurriedly saluted: "I'm not 'Mister''s attendant, but because of selfishness, I want to do something for him because of the great favor of 'Mr.'." "I want to be 'Sir''s attendant, but he won't allow me." The last sentence was said very lightly, with a bit of confusion and distress.

Cui Song's heart moved, and he asked, "Do you know 'Mr.' very well?"

"I don't dare to say I understand," the young man said earnestly, "I only know that 'Mr.' is a very good person. He came all the way from the east, he is resourceful, talented, and handsome..."

...Just like that gray-faced refugee riding an old horse, still looks so ugly?

Cui Song was deeply skeptical about the words of this gentleman's fanboy.

At the same time, "coming all the way from the east" always gives him a sense of "coming from the Eastern Tang Dynasty".

"Mister is not someone who doesn't like cleanliness." The young man retorted his doubts angrily, "Mr. was as handsome as a young master when he first came, if it wasn't for..."

He suddenly shut his mouth, cut off his defense abruptly, and returned the praise flow of "In short, Mr. is good in every way, you can't misunderstand him, you can't look at people but not the surface".

Although Cui Song was a little curious about why "Sir" turned himself into a refugee, he didn't care too much. He automatically filtered out all the unreliable compliments from fans and went straight to the point.

"I heard that Mr. is a Han Chinese. Why did you stay here?" According to Bai Pulu, the white leader intended to win over "Mr.". Could it be that he used force to force him to stay?

But since "Sir" has the ability to let go of the entire caravan, why doesn't he escape by himself?

The young man was taken aback by Cui Song's question, and tried hard to think for a moment, "At first I couldn't leave, but later... I don't know why my husband didn't leave." Thinking of the new guest in front of him, he blurted out, "But... Mr. Yuan is from the same Han nationality as your husband, and he is regarded as a guest of honor by the leader, so he is very similar to him."

resemblance……?

Cui Song's heart skipped a beat.

That's the way it is, and that's the only way to explain it.

Since "Sir" stayed, he must be the same as him, wanting to borrow Di people's hands to do something.

"Do you know about the caravan? Why do the leaders and Baipulu treat you so differently?"

"Have you met Mr. Pulu?" The young man opened his eyes wide, showing a slight look of fear, "You have to be careful, this lord...doesn't show kindness at all, and does whatever he wants, even the leader is not punished. He put it in his eyes. If it wasn't for Mr., I would not have survived."

It turned out that there was a personal enmity, no wonder he was very contemptuous when mentioning Mr., and at the same time he gritted his teeth and angrily scolded the other party for being "insidious and cunning".

I don't know what "Mr." did to make Bai Pulu keep silent about this matter, keeping it secret.

Cui Song then asked the young man in front of him.

"Although I have seen before and after, I still can't understand Mr.'s methods." The young man recalled the past with a trace of surprise on his face, "Besides, I am lowly and cannot be included in the leader's account, so I don't know the difference between the leader and your lords." What happened to the edge...

"All I know is that there seems to be a dispute among the adults, and each of them draws their swords to face each other... The leader's main tent is in chaos. When several adults are seriously injured, horns from other tribes suddenly come from outside the mountain..." The voice of the young man was low Come down, "We were the most powerful tribe in the nearby mountains and occupied the most fertile and rich hill. After this battle, the hill was occupied by other tribes. The former second leader led half of the tribe to rebel and defected to the enemy. In the tribe, the leader brought the rest of the people down the mountain. And the reason why the second leader rebelled... According to the adults, it seems to have something to do with Mr. "

Cui Song understood.

No wonder Bai Pulu said gloatingly that not only him, but also other militant warriors could not understand the decision of the leader, Mr. Reuse... So there was such a factor.

Regardless of whether the "Mr." was involved in the internal strife or the successful invasion of the hostile tribe, just instigating the second leader and weakening the tribe's combat power by half is enough to make the Di people with a little status feel resentful.

And the leader... who seems to be treating "Sir" politely, but who knows what he is actually thinking?

Cui Song originally thought that he was daring and taking risks by seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and stepping into the den of thieves who kill people without blinking an eye...I didn't expect that there was another person who was even more daring here - he dared to stay after playing so big, this " Sir", I really don't know how to describe his courage.

"Do you know Mr.'s name?"

Going round and round, I finally came back to this question.

The young man nodded.

"I know. But your Han people's names are a little tricky. I practiced secretly for a long time before I learned the name of your husband."

Hearing the other party's poor common language, Cui Song was not surprised and asked again.

"what is his name?"

"Mr.'s surname is 'Gao'."

"……high?"

"Yes, 'Gao'," the young man nodded heavily, "it's called Ji Ya."

Gaojiya...?

Cui Song recalled again and again, confirming that he had never heard of this name.

He asked the other party a few more questions, and finally came up with "the correct posture for brushing the horse's back". After getting a new skill, Cui Song walked back while thinking about his next destination.

He had only taken five steps when he heard a burst of thoughts behind him.

"Where did you go, sir? Did you go to fetch 'Spring Apricot Wine'?"

Cui Song who bought all the spring apricot wine with the behavior of a local tyrant: ...

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[Second update]+[Third update]

Is there [Fourth Update]... Well, it depends on fate.

-small theater-

Dabai: Is it to endure humiliation or to make waves?choose one.

Cui Xiaosong: If there are waves, there will be waves.

Mr.: If you can't make waves, you have to make waves.