[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

"My surname is Xi, my name is Huan, and my style name is Zhicai. He is from Dingling, Yingchuan."

A good but not a bad spirit, never thought that this person with the surname of Xi is really a talent of ambition.

Cui Song has [-] rivers rushing in his heart, and he still has a little surprise on his face.

Gan Ji and the others were also overjoyed, and Qiao Ji Man said, "Your Majesty, do you want to wait for the playboy here?"

Cui Song pretended to be moved, then frowned slightly, shook his head and said: "It's not the time yet, let's leave this place first."

He persuaded Xiao Tong to wait by the door, and calmly retreated under the puzzled gaze of Qiao Ji and the others.

Back at the post house, Qiao Ji hesitated again and again, and dutifully asked, "The Xi Lang... do you want to edit a book, my lord?"

Cui Song shook his head: "Wait for me to solve the 'Da Hu' matter...before the dust settles, don't let brother Zhicai worry."

Although he knew that if he could escape from the first day of the junior high school, he would not be able to escape the fifteenth day, but he was not yet fully prepared, so he had to make a fuss about the assassin, and if he could delay for a moment, it was a moment.

Cui Song didn't want to contact Xi Zhicai, so Qiao Ji and the others could only obey.Qiao Ji saw that Cui Song looked tired and his face lost all color, and said with concern: "Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Maybe I'm tired. It's okay." After traveling for several months, no matter how strong a person is, it would be too much for him.What's more, I saw many shocking scenes along the way, and my body and spirit were tense all the time, so I was extremely exhausted.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Ji asked the servants to decorate the bedroom and wait for the master to wash up.

When Cui Song got on the couch, Qiao Ji covered the door, and stopped when it was about to close completely: "Young master, do you find it difficult to breathe?"

Cui Song, who was already sleepy, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Qiao Ji with an inexplicable expression: "...never."

Qiao Ji avoided his gaze, bowed her neck and bowed, and closed the door.

When the footsteps faded away, Cui Songzhi stood up, thinking about what Qiao Ji's question meant before she left.

Indeed, he never felt short of breath, but he was exhausted on the road these past few days, and occasionally felt a little tight in his chest.

Did Qiao Ji's question come from the sensitivity of a doctor, or...

Thinking of the dodge of that glance just now, Cui Song couldn't help but have two completely different voices that expressed the same meaning in his head.

"Remember to be wary of those around you."

"Don't trust anyone easily."

Guo Jia and the other Cui Song told him to be wary of the people around him either bluntly or implicitly... Is this person who needs to be guarded against Qiao Ji?

At the same moment, Zhong Yao was saying goodbye to Xi Huan in a deep alley separated by three avenues.

The two came from Yingchuan together, as a township party, there is a certain closeness; Zhong Yao also saw that the other party had good knowledge and elegant conversation, and suddenly felt that he hated seeing each other late.Unexpectedly, Xizhi had an appointment with others, and he was concerned about calligraphy, so he had to communicate with each other's addresses, so let's say goodbye.

Before leaving, Xi Zhicai said earnestly: "If Brother Zhong finds Cui Lang's whereabouts, I hope you will let me know."

Zhong Yao felt a little surprised: "Zhicai is..."

Xi Zhicai said with a smile: "Huan, I have admired Cui Lang's name for a long time, and I only hope to see you again. This trip is worthwhile."

Cui Song, who was a hundred meters away, couldn't help but sneezed.He put on his coat, put down the fork that supported the window, and returned to the couch to rest.

Not to mention how Zhong Yao beat his chest and stamped his feet when he returned to the mansion and learned that he missed a certain "famous scholar" surnamed Cui.Xi Zhicai returned to his residence, and learned what happened during the day from the boy's dictation, thinking deeply.

Wen Sheng asked Xiao Tong to go back to the house first, and after a little tidying up, Xi Zhicai went out again, without any hesitation, he went straight to the post house.

Cui Song, who had a short rest, saw that it was dark and his stomach was empty, so he decided to get up and look for food.

I went around in a circle, but Qiao Ji was nowhere to be seen.

At this time, Gan Ji came upstairs, holding a food plate in her hand.

"The food here is simple, so please use it as you please."

In the past, it was mostly Qiao Ji who prepared food for him, but now that no one was there, Cui Song couldn't help asking: "Where is Qiao Ji?"

A look of bewilderment flashed in Gan Ji's eyes, and she arranged the food: "I haven't seen it before, I must have gone out for something."

Cui Song was suspicious, finished his dinner without saying a word, and planned to go out to have a look before the curfew.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked downstairs, he saw two people standing by the door, talking politely.

One of them is an official of the post house, while the other one, wearing a snow-green lun scarf, stands tall, just a silhouette, which makes people feel elegant and refreshing, and can't help but feel a sense of friendship.

However, Cui Song didn't want to go forward at all, and even thought of running away.

There is no other reason, only because the official of the post house called the scribe "Zhicai".

Zhicai, what other Zhicai can there be?

Cui Song wanted to put a layer of oil on the soles of his feet, but the two people by the door had obviously noticed his existence.

Cheng Guan took a step forward: "Curfew is approaching, is Cui Lang going out?"

Cui Song's gaze skipped over Xi Zhicai behind him, the latter smiled happily, and looked straight at him with eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, so that people couldn't tell the emotion in it.

Cui Song's heart was spinning like a roller coaster.He suppressed all his apprehensions, smiled back, and said naturally: "Old friends come here, Song Zi will go downstairs to greet him."

The Cheng Guan suddenly realized, and politely said: "I am going to patrol around, so I won't disturb the two of you."

No matter what kind of Erkang's hand Cui Song had in his heart, he could only watch helplessly as the prime minister ran away from the back door.

Sometimes, being too "understanding" is not a good thing...

So far, Cui Song can only bite the bullet, trying to recall another "Xi Zhi Cai-Strategy Complete Works" taught by himself, and stepped forward with a smile.

"I thought I'd look for Zhicai after I packed it up, but I didn't think about it, let Zhicai find it first?"

Xi Zhicai didn't seem to notice his strange behavior, and patted him on the back familiarly: "The Xun family returned to Yingchuan, and I learned from Xun Wenruo that you left in the middle way, and I expected you to come to Chang'an. It just so happened I also have something to come to Chang'an, so I came here to intercept people."

Cui Song was very puzzled, he didn't understand the basis for Xi Zhicai's decision that he "must come back to Chang'an after leaving the middle way".But he was worried about revealing his secrets, so he didn't dare to test, so he had no choice but to smile, and said ambiguously: "I really can't hide my talent."

Xi Zhicai straightened his expression: "I heard that thieves broke into your house in Luoyang last year, what's going on?"

Cui Song didn't want to make troubles, and he just said to Qiao Ji and others, "I didn't go to him to prevent Zhicai from worrying in vain", and he had to have a complete set of acting, so he said lightly: "It's just a little thief, Zhicai There is no need to worry."

Seeing that Cui Song didn't intend to talk too much, Xi Zhicai no longer delved into it. He glanced at the clepsydra in the corner and saw that the curfew was approaching, so he naturally asked to stay and spend the night with Cui Song.

With the friendship between Xi Zhicai and "Cui Song", it is very common for them to sleep in the same room and on the same bed.

However, this "ordinary" is no different from scary to Cui Song.

Cui Song was racking his brains to find a way to avoid it, when he suddenly heard thunder outside the window, and then the wind blew up, rain fell like golden jade stones, and the remote and quiet post house was suddenly surrounded by the sound of rain and became noisy.

Frantic raindrops hit the window lattice, splashing bunches of water.The ground inside the house was wet by the sudden torrential rain, and more rainwater intended to invade the interior, flying into the house with the force of the strong wind.

Cui Song hurried forward, pretending to close the window, to temporarily avoid the problem that Xi Zhicai threw him.

The so-called "timely rain" is probably so timely, right?

Maybe Cui Song's movements were too smooth, Xi Zhi didn't think about it, and went to the other side to close the window.

When the window drawers were closed, all the sticks used to support the window were removed, and the outer shirts of the two were slightly wet.

Cui Song was about to suggest going upstairs to change clothes, when suddenly, there was loud knocking on the door, one after another, even the noise of the rain was completely drowned out.

"Open the door! Open the door! Come on!"

Xi Zhicai frowned slightly, grabbed Cui Song who was about to open the door, strode forward, and pulled the latch.

Standing outside the door and knocking on the door was a strong young man, dressed as a knight-errant, with a long knife on his back, a swallow jaw and a tiger beard, eyes as big as copper bells, as if staring at people all the time.The word fierce was written all over his face.

The ranger, who was not to be trifled with at first glance, had the appearance of a villain, and immediately squeezed into the house as soon as the door opened.

Even though Xi Zhicai stepped back two steps very predictably, he was still pushed by the other party's rough movements and almost hit the wall by the door.

I don't know if it was because of the rainy night wind that was too cold, or the push and bump just now, Xi Zhi picked up his sleeves and coughed twice, the blood on his face was a little less.

Cui Song's face darkened slightly.The ranger entered the room, and carelessly snatched the chief seat in the center, as if he was the owner here, grabbed a jug of wine that was warming on the table and poured it into his mouth, while scanning Cui Song and Xi with critical eyes Zhicai.

Seeing that Xi Zhicai was coughing badly, Cui Song hurried to close the door, but unexpectedly, two more people came in, grabbing their wet robes and protecting the literati's bamboo box with the other hand, and hurried in.

Cui Song, who has excellent eyesight, could clearly see the faces of the two of them just by looking at each other.

Coincidentally, he knew both of them.

"It's a mountain village man, the post house set up by the government is not a place (place) for you to be presumptuous—" One of the scholars with a light yellow long skirt and a square face and flat eyebrows pointed at the ranger angrily and condemned him as soon as he entered the house, and his eyes fell. Inadvertently confronting Cui Song, he immediately choked on the spot like a duck stuffed with rice bran.

He was still holding the bamboo box in his hand, holding the wet hem of his clothes, staring at Cui Song as if stupidly, speechless for a long time.

Seeing him stop, another scholar stepped forward in puzzlement.

"Brother Xiaotu, what happened—"

The civilian man walked around the square-faced man, saw Cui Song in front of him, and fell silent.

The two abrupt stops made the whole post house quiet and weird.

Only the ranger sat there unaware, gulping down his drink, and didn't care about the scolding of the square-faced scholar.

The two scholars who came in were exactly the humble literati that Cui Song had met at the Luoyang Wenhui——He Wei and Jiang Zun.

The former blocked the way and competed with him in mathematics, and the latter stopped Mi Heng when he stepped on the brazier, and asked him about the source of "stepping on fire without getting hurt (Leighton Frost Effect)".

I didn't expect to meet two people here.

Cui Song couldn't help rubbing his chin with his fingertips.

Is this... a narrow encounter?