[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Looking forward, Cui Song saw several pottery bowls on the meadow at Guo Jia's feet, which contained the meat of livestock, and there was a square of silk under the bowls, which was undoubtedly a sacrificial offering.

After Guo Jia finished offering the wine, he bowed his body and picked up the silk under the bowl, and began to chant.The cold wind brought a few words that were blown away, Cui Song listened attentively, and recognized that it was a sacrificial oration.

He didn't quite understand some gorgeous and uncommon words, and because of the distance, the sound came intermittently. Cui Song squatted for a long time before he could catch a few words.

When the recitation was over, Guo Jia lit the Miscanthus grass with a flint, and when the fire was burning, he folded the plain silk and handed it into the fire.

The sky was twilight, and Guo Jia lowered his eyes to stare at the flames, unable to distinguish his expression.

Er, he grabbed another wine jar at his feet, slapped the mud, and poured it with his head up.

A large piece of wine failed to enter in time, wetted the cheeks along the corners of the lips, slid all the way down the chin, sank into the skirt, and soaked the dark onyx-colored clothes.

Cui Song hesitated for a moment, but did not take a step forward.

He restored the wormwood by the fence to its original appearance, and left slowly.

As a result, Cui Song completely lost sleepiness.He walked around the horse village and found that most of the people in the village had already woken up, preparing for the Double Ninth Festival.

People from the White Horse Hall brought a large vat of clear water, splashed it with a bamboo spoon, and called it "祓禊", chanting words to pray for blessings.

The person in charge of chores ordered the young people of the Di nationality to move the wormwood and mugwort leaves, and distribute them to other people in the village according to a certain amount.

The people in the kitchen were boiling a large pot of batter. When the pot was hot, the worker sprinkled some sweet-scented osmanthus flowers into it.

Seeing him coming, the person in charge of the kitchen graciously welcomed him to the dining place, placed a drawer of freshly baked canopy (Chongyang cake) in front of him, and handed him a small glass of chrysanthemum wine.

The hungry Cui Song started immediately.Maybe it's because he's been hungry for a long time. He didn't particularly like sweets in the past, but he found this bait to be extraordinarily sweet, and he didn't feel tired after eating the whole box.

After eating, he took the wormwood ring pendant from the Di tribe boy and hung it on his belt.

Chongyang is suitable for climbing and going out. The young men in the village harnessed their horses and tied the ropes, yelling and went for a walk in the mountains.

Cui Song saw Xu Zhuo who was looking for him in the lively lobby, and as soon as they met, the staff of the White Horse Hall made a fuss, wanting him and Xu Zhuo to join.

Although they didn't see Xu Zhuo's skills, they walked with Xu Zhuo when they went out to buy, and they knew that he was good at equestrian skills, so they immediately started to compete.

Cui Song still remembers the Baipu Road that was driven away, thinking of his words "we are robbers who kill without batting an eye" and "most people in the village are the same as me" - not ashamed, but proud of being ferocious and brutal For his remarks, he could not help being extremely wary of these brash men in the village.It's just that now he has no conflict of interest with these people, and today is a good day, so it doesn't matter if he is with them for a while.

With the idea of ​​exercising equestrian skills and following the customs of the country, Cui Song went to the stable to take "Tu Xiu" and went into the mountain with everyone in the village.

Nothing special happened on the way, Cui Song and the people in the village went crazy for a whole day, and they didn't return to the village until it was dark.Set up the horses and move back to the house.When he passed the fence separating the two courtyards, he glanced casually and saw no one at the place where the altar was set up during the day, so he went back to the room with a sense of relief, washed up, and fell asleep.

When his consciousness became drowsy, Cui Song saw the familiar white mist again.

When the white mist dissipated, he walked forward a few meters, just in time to see another "Cui Song" sitting in the corner of the library, holding a copy of "A Brief History of Time", concentrating on reading.

He took a few steps closer, and "Cui Song" raised his head to look at him if he felt something.

"You came."

Cui Song pulled the chair beside him and sat down.

Tacitly, "Cui Song" took out the paper and pen in the bag, and began to "exchange what we need".

After the routine study, seeing Cui Song write down a few discontinuous old sayings, "Cui Song" raised his eyebrows: "What is this?"

"I don't quite understand what others read, it seems to be a sacrificial oration?"

"Cui Song" poked his head over, looked at the broken sentences and incomplete chapters on the paper, took a pen and changed a few words, and then completed the broken sentences according to his own guess, roughly restoring the original appearance of this sacrificial text.

However, the above words are a little strange, Cui Song stared at it for a long time, but still felt half-understandable.

"Cui Song" changed this passage into plain vernacular, and praised: "The words are vivid, and the affection is clear. It is a great pity that such a talented and pure filial man will not be able to meet Song."

Cui Song was silent.After translating by the thigh, he not only understood this sacrificial text, but also felt the true and deep feelings between the words.

Naturally, without pretense.The unmodified depression and grief come rushing through this short paragraph of text, which makes people feel empathy.

——Sacrifice to the dead father.

"Cui Song" noticed his silence and sighed: "Do you want to go home?"

"So what if you think about it, so what if you don't want to." Cui Song felt that this question was meaningless, stretched his waist, and stood up, "I'm going back. I'm tired from coming here, and I've been sleepy while riding a horse today."

"It's the same reason that you keep dreaming and can't sleep well when you sleep." "Cui Song" said, "Go back quickly."

Cui Song was awakened by the desire to urinate.

The night wind was cold, so he put on his coat and opened the door while hiding his yawn.

Going to the nearby latrine to solve the physical problem, Cui Song squinted his eyes and walked back, suddenly staggered, as if he was tripped by something.

Using his sensitive reflexes to stabilize his body, Cui Song looked down and saw a white unknown object lying on the ground, wrapped in the middle of wild grasses.

If it wasn't for the fact that he nearly tripped over and trampled down a few bundles of grass, he really wouldn't have known that there was "something different" in the grass.

Cui Song lowered his body, and through the hazy moonlight, he recognized that it was a person curled up in a ball.

And very familiar.

"...Brother Guo?"

Cui Song looked around and found that this was the place where he saw Guo Jia offering wine during the day.

Thinking of Guo Jia lying down on the ground when he was drunk last time, Cui Song rubbed his numb temples, and resignedly picked him up.

There were burnt meat and wine bottles for sacrificial offerings, and small pieces of silk that had not been sorted out. Cui Song couldn't help wondering if Guo Jia had been here all this time and never left.And the reason why I didn't see him when I came back was because the grass was too tall, covering him who was lying on the ground.

Cui Song was about to help him into the house, when suddenly there was a gust of evil wind blowing the white cloth and paper on the ground.For a while, the ghostly wind wailed, and the weeds were invincible, especially penetrating.

Cui Song froze before he stepped out, looked down at the messy ground, bent down, arranged the dishes on the ground neatly, dug a small hole, and buried the wine bottle and the unburned silk in it .

After doing all this, he thought for a while, bowed twice to the seat where the bowls and chopsticks were placed, and then set up Guo Jia, and walked away quickly.

Cui Song, who was in a hurry to leave, never noticed that the hand on his shoulder seemed to move very slightly.

The next day, Chief Bai sent someone to invite Cui Song, saying that he had captured Duhu.

Cui Song was dazed for a long time before he remembered who this big tiger was.

It was a name he made up indiscriminately in order to kill people with a knife—to use Di people's hands to fend off assassins.

Cui Song made up this story at the beginning, mainly to prevent the assassin from attacking again, and he didn't expect the people to do anything, but the leader actually told him—the man was caught? !

Surprised, Cui Song rushed to the scene immediately.

It turned out that...the captured "big tiger" was not an assassin at all, but a reckless man he didn't know.

"This person is not a big tiger..."

Chief Bai was surprised and said: "I saw this man was sneaky, intending to sneak into the village at night... I thought he was a lowly servant who betrayed Mr. Yuan, but he made an oolong?"

Cui Song felt that Chief Bai's words and deeds were a bit inconsistent, but after careful consideration, he couldn't find anything wrong.

"This person is indeed not a big tiger. Although a big tiger has been working all year round and is strong, he is far from being so tall."

Even though he has never seen the assassin's true face, he has a very clear memory of the assassin's stature after several fights.

The "assassin" in front of me, with ape arms and a tiger head, is much taller than ordinary people. Compared with the Han people, he looks like the Di clan...

And wait a minute.

Cui Song stopped to think, and looked at the "Assassin"'s eyebrows and eyes again.

The profound facial features and the towering forehead really have the appearance of a Di person.

Cui Song was suspicious, but he heard the leader say again.

"Although Mr. Bai has heard Mr. Yuan describe the appearance of a big tiger, he has never seen it with his own eyes... I want to help you catch that guy, but I have no choice. I don't know if you are good at painting. If you can draw a portrait of a big tiger, it will be called Please refer to Bai for details, and Bai will definitely capture the thief and hand it over to Mr. Yuan."

The words of the leader made Cui Song confirm the guess in his heart.

I think it's fake to "catch the suspicious assassin" here, but it's true to use it to test him.

Chief Bai... Could it be that he is thinking about that fabricated treasure map?

Cui Song made a decision, and took this opportunity to bring up the matter of Gan Ji and others again.

"Yuan is not good at writing and ink, but among the lost servants, there is one who can be called a master of Danqing, and has worked with Duhu for many years." Cui Song changed the subject, "The day before yesterday, Chief Bai and I mentioned that the servant was a guest of the next-door tribe" ' On this matter, the leader agreed to negotiate for Yuan, I wonder if there is any news today?"

As soon as Chief Bai paused, Cui Song knew that the other party didn't pay attention to what he had to do a few days ago.

But Leader Bai said: "Of course...Bai is going to Yang's tribe, I don't know if Mr. Yuan is going with him?"

Cui Song was concerned about the safety of Gan Ji and the others, and was about to agree, when the porter rushed to report——

"Mr. Guo please see me."

Guo Jia entered the door, dressed in aqua-coloured clothes, with a slightly open neckline, untied hair hanging down his shoulder blades, suspected to have arrived in a hurry.

Leader Bai bowed to Guo Jiazhi: "Mr. came just in time. Mr. Bai is going to negotiate with Yang's tribe and find Mr. Yuan's servant. But Yang's family has always been arrogant and not easy to get along with. I don't know if Mr. Any ideas?"

"In this way, Jia will have a walk with Your Excellency."

……Eh?

Not only Cui Song, but Chief Bai was also a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down, cupped his hands and said, "Then Mr. Lao is here."