[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

With a bang, the wine jar hit the stone platform and shattered into several pieces.

Guo Jia still maintained the movement of holding the wine jar high, and he subconsciously moved his fingers when the wine jar shattered.

Without any real sense of touch, I belatedly found that my hands were empty.

"Where's the wine?"

"In the king's belly." Shocked by the sound of the wine jar shattering, Cui Song regained his sanity, pinched his neck that was hurt by the stone, "It's really cold, go back to the room and rest."

Compared with Cui Song who was slightly drunk, Guo Jia who drank more alcohol was not lightly drunk.Hearing Cui Song's words, he hesitated to put down his hands, and leaned half of his body out of the stone platform.

"Where's the wine?"

……

Cui Song was sure that he couldn't reason with a drunk, so he got up staggeringly, and slid down the stone platform slowly.

Guo Jia was still on it, looking around with his drunken eyes while poking his head out.

His eyes were already very beautiful, but after being covered with a layer of wine mist, they were more like a blue sky with clouds and clouds, and people couldn't take their eyes off.

Cui Song tilted his head and looked at it for a while with pure appreciation, then patted the cold stone wall: "The wine is in the house, Brother Guo, won't you come down?"

Guo Jia stopped his endless search, his eyes were filled with bright light, and he jumped down neatly with his hands on the stone platform.

When he landed, he staggered two steps and forced himself to stand still.

"Let's go, go back to the house."

Of course, it is impossible for Cui Song to take Guo Jia to drink again.With a sliver of reason in his mind, he understood what temperance is, and prepared to send Guo Jia back to his room to rest.

Mentioning the booze in the house...just to coax people down.

Cui Song thought he was very sober, found Guo Jia's residence by moonlight, and pointed out: "Let's go, drink in my room."

Guo Jia glanced at the place he was pointing at, and nodded solemnly: "Okay, let's go."

After speaking, he wobbled to the ground, found a soft meadow, and changed from sitting to lying down.

... What about leaving?

His brain, which was a little sluggish due to alcohol, completely went on strike. Cui Song glanced at Guo Jia, suddenly not sure whether he just said "go" or "sit".

Cui Song walked over: "Don't drink anymore?"

Guo Jia half-closed his eyes, staring straight ahead without focus.

When Cui Song thought he had fallen asleep, Guo Jia suddenly opened his mouth: "The moon is in the bright clouds, and the shadow is in the wine."

Cui Song paused as he stretched out his hand to support him.

"There is nothing in the cup, and the jade bucket covers the sky."

Cui Song silently took a step back and covered his ears.

Guo Jia closed his eyes.

……

that's it?

Cui Song squatted down: "Get up."

Guo Jia didn't respond.

Cui Song squeezed his forehead, grabbed his arm resignedly, and put it on his shoulder.

This body is about the same height as before he crossed, close to 180 cm. Guo Jia's slender body is also about the same height.It wasn't difficult to get him back to the house, but it wasn't easy either.

Cui Song moved and moved, and finally brought Guo Jia back to his residence.

He was going to put the person on the ground and leave, but he stopped suddenly, frowning slightly.

Unable to tell what it felt like, he scanned the room from left to right, and then from right to left.

After looking back and forth several times, he didn't react.

The purple sheathed sword on the table, the six wine jars in the corner... Isn't this his own room?

He originally wanted to go to Guo Jia's residence and settle him down, but why did he make a detour and come to his own room?

Cui Song shook his dizzy head, and was about to carry Guo Jia to the opposite room when he suddenly heard a slight sound behind him.

Although Cui Song's consciousness is a bit slow, the vigilance in his subconscious is still there: "Who is there?"

No sound.

Cui Song put Guo Jia on the ground next to him, and lifted the sword on the case.

Pulling out his sword, he walked towards the direction of the sound.

"Who's here?"

The surroundings are silent, the wine jars in the corner are quietly placed, a beam of cold wind penetrates from outside the door, blowing the curtains made of coarse cloth in the inner room.

Cui Song snorted coldly, drew his sword out, and stabbed at the curtain.

With a movement of the curtain, a large knife narrowly separated Cui Song's sword and jumped out from the tent.

"Wait a minute—"

Cui Song ignored him, and in his half-drunk and half-awake state, he stabbed several swords out instinctively, using tricky moves to force the black shadow to the corner.

"Wait! I don't mean to hurt anyone!"

"In the middle of the night, waiting in the room with a sharp weapon in hand, if you don't intend to hurt anyone, could it be that you are greeting the sword in my hand?"

Cui Song rested his sword on his neck, narrowed his eyes, "It's you."

The visitor was tall and tall, with hard features, he was Bai Pulu, the strongest warrior in the horse village.

The suspicion in Cui Song's eyes deepened, and he took a step forward with a sharp sword in his hand: "Come here late at night, what's your plan?"

Bai Pulu straightened his back, without any guilt: "Borrowing wine."

Cui Song looked at him with Mi Heng's eyes of caring for a fool.

Bai Pulu sneered, his eyes dirty and sarcasm: "It's better than the son of a dignified family, doing such nasty things with people late at night, and ruining the morals of scholars."

Cui Song didn't react for a long time.

So dirty...?What the hell?

There seemed to be two sticky and slippery hooks hidden in Bai Pulu's eyes, they slid across Cui Song's cheeks slightly flushed from alcohol, on his slightly messy clothes with a wet front, and turned to the other side to be temporarily caught Settled on the ground, Guo Jia was even more embarrassed.

"But Mr. Bai interrupted Mr. Yuan's elegant mood, and spoke bluntly, which made Mr. Yuan annoy me?"

That naked gaze finally made Cui Song react.

His first thought was: Bai Pulu intentionally slandered him and Guo Jia, in order to provoke him, so as to divert his evil deed of trespassing into other people's rooms late at night.

But when Cui Song saw the dark light in Bai Pulu's eyes, he had to be sure that this was not the other party's expedient plan - but that he really thought so.

In the middle of the night, there was no one in the room.He carried Guo Jia into his room, and both of them were disheveled, their hair was messy, their faces were flushed, and their bodies were wet... It was indeed like something and then came to the room with desire and dissatisfaction.

Cui Song's face couldn't help turning black, and the finger bones holding the sword creaked.

Bai Pulu was still adding fuel to the flames, and the end voice whispered ambiguously: "Mr. Yuan is very capable. He took down this cunning boy as soon as he first arrived. Bai is ashamed of himself."

Seeing him showing a meaningful and tacit smile, with the meaning of "you and I are in the same path, why bother?", Cui Song almost couldn't hold the sword in his hand.

"But in terms of playing skills, Mr. Yuan, who has been familiar with etiquette since childhood, must be inferior to me." Bai Pulu clamped Jianfeng with two fingers, and pushed it away.Cui Song, who was hit hard by the thunder that fell from the sky, did not miss a moment, and Jianfeng was pushed to the wrong direction.

Seeing this, Bai Pulu thought that Cui Song was moved by what he said, and pretended to be polite, "The sage said: Three people must have my teacher. The joy of these two people is not as good as three people?"

Cui Song was stunned.

But he came from the modern age of information explosion, and he understood the meaning of the other party in a short time.

His face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"No matter how much you talk nonsense, slander me and Brother Guo's innocence, and slander the saint, don't blame the sword in my hand for being rude."

Bai Pulu also lowered his face: "Dare to act but dare not to admit it, and you have to pretend to be dignified here - you can't look down on Bai's blunt words, and you have to pretend again. The family style of the Yuan family in Runan, Bai can be regarded as Learned."

Cui Song finally understood what it means to be a "scholar meets a soldier", and he didn't bother to defend himself any longer. He aimed his sharp sword at the opponent's throat again: "There is treachery in your heart, so naturally everything is filthy - just shut up , first explain clearly that you came to my room, otherwise... since you said that you have learned from my Yuan family style, why don't you open a mouthful on this chest, and then learn from it?"

Bai Pulu's eyes were poisoned, Cui Song refused to give an inch, the air was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

Neither of them noticed that Guo Jia, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

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Today is short Xiaojun again... Tomorrow we will continue to work hard!

-small theater-

Mr.: I heard you raped me? (touches chin)

Cui Song: (blue veins)...shut up.