[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

The news that Jia Xu revealed was like a thunderbolt, which made Cui Song's heart flustered.

Xun You assassinated Dong Zhuo?

Cui Song tried hard to find relevant records from the long-term memory, but it was in vain.He read the history of the Three Kingdoms several times in middle school and memorized it roughly.He has long forgotten some details and unimportant deeds.

Just like the incident of Xun You stabbing Dong, he had no impression.

Compared to Cui Song's eclipse, Jia Xu looked extraordinarily calm.After leaving the explosive news behind, he drank as if nothing had happened, as if what he said just now was just casually, and there was no need for in-depth discussion.

Seeing the changes in Cui Song's expression, Jia Xu put down the wine bottle and said with a light smile, "Xu has other things to do, so let's go."

Jia Xu left the post house, leaving Cui Song sitting there alone, feeling very upset.

According to the records in historical books and the analysis of later scholars, Jia Xu was a person who used to be wise and protect himself.Therefore, Cui Song didn't find it strange that he didn't want to get involved.On the contrary, for Jia Xu, Cui Song has a fear of "you can see it from a distance but not get close".Jia Xu's lack of closeness made him breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, Jia Xu's act of revealing Xun You's news just now is considered a kind of kindness, which is surprising enough.

Worried about Xun You, Cui Song didn't take a break, asked the people in the post house where Chang'an Prison was, and set off immediately.

Walking out of the post house, the noise outside has stopped, there are few people around, the decorations on both sides of the road are in a mess, the blood is mixed with dust, it is dazzling and shocking.

The whole street was lifeless and extremely depressing.At the end of the line of sight, the officers and soldiers who hadn't gone far were pushing a cart, and the leader was holding a bag in his hand.At the bottom of the dark cyst, dark red liquid dripped slowly, leaving a series of irregular long lines along the path.

Witnessing this scene, several people felt a chill rise from the soles of their feet.

What is even more chilling is that the ragged civilians in the car were piled into a small hill, empty above the neck, lying motionless in the car, like trafficked livestock; outside the fence, pushing the car The officers and soldiers laughed and cursed loudly, showing off their "military achievements" as if nothing had happened, with great interest.

Qiao Ji and the others lowered their heads and did not want to look further, but Xu Zhuo seemed to be about to raise his sword and stepped forward, but he held back.

This situation is even more difficult for Cui Song to accept than the sight of starvation and bones everywhere along the road.

At the beginning of time travel, he only had a superficial understanding of this era.All he thought about was "how not to show up to others" and "how to survive in troubled times", and he never considered anything else.

But when the troubled times gradually unfolded before his eyes, this shocking scene made him have some other thoughts besides the main proposition of "alive".

While protecting himself, can he...do something for this era?

Xu Zhuo said with hatred: "I have heard that Dong Zhuo and his soldiers acted cruelly. When they were in Luoyang, they were bloodthirsty and plundering. Looking at it today, they are more evil than others."

Cui Song remembered what Jia Xu said, "It's no wonder that people like Xun Gongda did such impulsive things as 'stabbing Dong'."Cui Song and Xun You have known each other for several months, and they have not only understood everything about him, but at least they have a good understanding of him.Xun You is warm on the outside and burnt on the inside, and his heart is as careful as a hair. Therefore, this cruel scene that looks like hell may have touched him more deeply than ordinary people.

To make a person who is prepared and never reckless to do what Jia Xu called "impulsive things", Dong Zhuo's perverse actions must have exceeded the limit of the world's tolerance.

There used to be nothing separated by paper, but when history turned into reality, Cui Song hated Dong Zhuo in his heart, and was even more worried about Xun You.

With Dong Zhuo as a man, how would he treat the scholars who wanted to assassinate him?He vaguely remembered that Dong Zhuo had cooked and killed officials. If Dong Zhuo was furious...

Cui Song didn't dare to think about it anymore, and kept comforting himself that Xun You in history had lived well to Guandu, and was the mastermind who had served Cao Cao for many years, so he would definitely not be here.

Under the worry, the pace of the feet can not help but be a little faster.

When Cui Song came to the gate of Chang'an Prison, the sun was shining brightly.The majestic Bi An hangs on the lintel, looking down on everyone mercilessly.

Before Cui Song approached the steps, he was stopped by the gate guards.

"Who are you?"

Cui Song explained his purpose and made a request to visit the prison, but the guards refused without hesitation.

"The servant of the Huangmen offends the grand master and intends to do something against him, he is a serious offender. You little scholar, you'd better not go into this muddy water."

Cui Song saw that the guards were firm in their words, and thinking of what happened to him outside the city gate, he signaled his servants with his eyes, and used a trick that can be used no matter what era it is - stuffing money.

However, the guard remained unmoved: "Scholar, please go back."

Seeing the guards standing in front of the gate staring at his side, and several of them even raised their spears, Cui Song had no choice but to change his words: "Since it is a rule, I will leave immediately... I am only worried about my old friend, can I Sergeant, do me a favor and bring me a letter in?"

The guard didn't speak.

The servant bowed his head and stuffed a sleeve.

The guard retracted his sleeves and said, "Chang'an Prison is not an unkind place, so I will send it to you like this. It's just that everything you come and go must be inspected before being sent in. You must not carry prohibited items, and you must not bring them in the letter. Passing inappropriate things in the middle."

In order to prevent criminals from "cooperating with the inside and the outside", it is reasonable to be locked up in prison.

Cui Song thanked the guard for his advice, took out a piece of cloth from his bag, and wrote a few words.

After the letter was handed over, the guards checked it and asked him to show the documents that could prove his identity and register his name on the register.

After finishing all this, the guard nodded in satisfaction and urged them to leave quickly.

Seeing that Cui Song was silent and sad, Gan Ji asked in a low voice, "My lord, how should I go next?"

Cui Song was disturbed, thinking of the other letter box in his bag, he made a decision: "Go and find Zhong Yuanchang (Zhong Yao)."

After the few people left, and half a cup of tea later, a middle-aged literati wearing a Confucian crown and ordinary clothes walked over. Seeing him, the guard who had spoken to Cui Song earlier saluted: " Master Shang Shulang."

The middle-aged scribe saw the roster opened next to him: "This is...?"

"Today, someone wanted to visit Minister Xun, but I stopped him, so he left a letter and begged me to pass it on to him."

Hearing the guard mentioning Xun You, the eyes of the middle-aged scholar changed slightly.

When he came to the roster, he couldn't help being surprised when he saw the font that looked like a dragon on it, and there was a hint of wonder in his eyes.

"This character is graceful and elegant, with both square and round, skillful pen and ink workmanship, impromptu, and finished with full enjoyment. The spirit is spirited without a trace of craftsmanship-good characters, good characters!... No, I seem to have seen this word before?" The middle-aged scribe stared at the words on the roster, and after stripping away the calligraphy appreciation, he finally recognized the meaning of those words.

"Qinghe... Cui Song? He Zi's apprentice Cui Song?" The middle-aged scribe put down the roster and grabbed the guard's hand, looking crazy, "Where is that person? Where did that person go?"

The guard was startled, but soon got used to it, and pointed him in a direction: "Go to that alley, about..."

The middle-aged scribe threw off the guards and rushed out in a hurry.

During the period, when the Confucian crown fell, he ignored it, and ran forward after picking it up.

The guard thought to himself: I haven't explained the physical characteristics of the other party to Shang Shulang, if he runs over like this, can he find someone?

Then he thought, according to Shang Shulang's demeanor just now, maybe he might not even know him.So he put this matter behind him and stopped thinking about it.

A guard next to him leaned forward: "This handsome Shang Shulang, why is he acting like this?" The appearance of madness just now was really scary.

Another guard standing by the door said: "You have never heard of Zhong Shulang's deeds. This man who is obsessed with calligraphy, can squat outside the city for a day for an ancient book, and even fought with Shangguan... This kind of idiot , even blocked Cai Zhonglang's gate, and intercepting people just for a few good-looking words—what's the surprise?"

The puzzled guard suddenly realized: Oh, this is the famous Zhong Yao Zhong Yuanchang.

On the other side, Cui Song and others who were visiting Zhong Yao finally found the address, but they were all in vain.

After handing over the name badge, several people walked back.Walking to a two-entry mansion, there were two elm trees planted in front of the door. A young boy squatted beside the trees and pulled weeds. Hearing footsteps, he looked up at them, then lowered his head again.

This place is only two streets away from the post house. Thinking of what happened at the gate of the post house, Cui Song walked over and said, "These days are not peaceful, you should go into the house quickly."

The child shook his head: "Sir, I'll be back soon, I'll go back when I see you."

Cui Song thought of Zhong Yao who was also going out, and asked in a strange way: "Is your husband...?"

The child looked at him ignorantly: "Mr.'s surname is Xi."

The rare but familiar surname made the hairs on Cui Song's back explode.

Although this person is not necessarily the person he thought of, but with his urgency since time travel, the alarm bell of uneasiness rings louder and louder in him.

"I wonder what your husband's name is?"

At the same time, in another alleyway half a street away, Zhong Yao followed the direction guided by the guards and finally caught up with a person.

The man was thin and handsome, with a high spirit and a great bearing, wearing a snow-blue lun scarf and a long coat of the same color, walking slowly along the alleyway.

This style of celebrity, which is different from ordinary people, immediately attracted Zhong Yao's attention.After matching his age, Zhong Yao decided that this young scholar was the one he was looking for, but he was still cautious, put on the Confucian hat he was carrying all the way, and hurried forward.

"Little friend stay!"

Hearing the sound, the young scholar in front of him stopped, covered his lips with a soft cough with his sleeves, and turned around.

"What advice do you have?"

Zhong Yao grabbed the scholar's hand, felt impolite again, confessed his crime in a low voice, and then excitedly said: "My little friend is from the Cui family in Qinghe?"

"Qinghe Cui's family...?" The scholar's eyes moved slightly, and he said loudly, "The one you are looking for is He Shaogong (He Xiu)'s disciple, Song Lang from Qinghe Cui's family?"

"Exactly!" Zhong Yao explained the purpose of coming, and before he had time to express his admiration and appreciation to the scholar, he saw the other party smiled warmly.

"I'm not the person you're looking for," the man coughed lowly, "I'm from Yingchuan, my surname is Xi, my name is Huan, and my style name is Zhicai."