[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

After lunch, Cui Song, who was stimulated, rolled back to his room to read a book consciously, and saw the night at this glance.

Dinner is soup cakes... that is, ancient noodles, Cui Song chewed, the taste is a bit like sliced ​​noodles, the taste is surprisingly good.

No wonder soup cake banquets were popular in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. A certain writer in the Western Jin Dynasty even wrote an article to praise this thing.

The original text reads like this: "Pedestrians are at the bottom of the wind, and the servants look at it empty-handedly and look forward to it. The one who lifts the weapon licks his lips, and the waiter who stands upright swallows dryly." ← Feel free.

Now that Cui Song has eaten satisfactory food, his mood after holding back for a long time is finally much better.

Whether he shows it or not.

The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge, so let's go.

Cui Song figured it out and decided to go out for a while.Because there was a curfew system in the ancient royal city, Cui Song had no choice but to stroll around his house, carrying a lamp, and walked to the stable without knowing it.

The white horse that was chewing grass stopped chewing, turned an angle, and aimed the horse's butt at him.

Cui Song twitched the corners of his mouth, ready to leave.

Although the stables were cleaned very well, they still had some smell after all, and he didn't want to stay here any longer.

What's more, being rejected by a horse... He always feels complicated.

However, Cui Song couldn't move before he took the steps.

Something seems to be holding him back, making him unable to leave.

Cui Song knew in his heart that there was no such thing as hooks and stakes behind him, and there was only one thing that could hold his clothes.

"Let go of your horse's mouth." He said subconsciously, and felt that the line was a bit stupid, so he couldn't help but stroke his forehead, "Take it easy, let go."

As if he understood his words, the pulling force behind him disappeared.

Cui Song turned around and saw the white horse holding a bunch of straw in its mouth, looking straight at him with dark eyes.

——Just now he was biting his clothes, where did this grass come from?

Thinking about lack of nutrition in his heart, Bai Ma suddenly lowered his head and forced the straw in his mouth into his hand.

Cui Song was in a daze for a long time, looking at the grass, then at the horse, maybe it was his illusion, he seemed to see the expectation and urging from the eyes of the horse?

He pondered hard for a while, and suddenly an absurd possibility arose in his mind.

"...I don't eat grass."

The white horse's black eyeballs tilted upwards, as if looking up to the sky.

This action, if the subject is not a horse, but a person, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be... rolling your eyes?

Seeing him standing still, the white horse hit him angrily with its forehead, lowered its head condescendingly, and bit the grass in his hand.

After only one bite, the white horse raised its head again and looked at him with piercing eyes.

Only then did Cui Song realize that this little guy didn't give him grass, let alone invite him to enjoy it, but motioned him to feed the horse.

In this regard, Cui Song said: I don't really understand the thinking of you ancient horses.

Don't eat the grass that reaches the mouth, and insist on making a detour to send the grass to the owner for him to feed. This behavior, no matter how you look at it, seems to be "inviting pets"?

Cui Songyu said earnestly: "Do it yourself, have plenty of clothes—"

The horse headbutted him again.

This time the bump was a bit hard, Cui Song covered his head hissingly, and took half a step back in disbelief: "Are you really a horse?"

This posture, this posture, is exactly the same as the little nephew of my cousin's family who cried and made trouble when he couldn't eat candy.

This time, the white horse didn't seem to understand what he said, and it seemed like he didn't hear it, so it just kept hitting him with the horse's head.

The final result is... Cui Song resigned to his fate and stayed to feed the horse, only then stopped the crazy horse's head hammer.

Although it wasn't a big deal, he had a deep understanding of the temper of the original owner's "love pet".

No wonder the maid covered her lips with a smile and said in the daytime, "It may be that the young master has not come to visit for a long time, this little guy is expressing his grievance to you."

This is not a general grievance, is it Taylor series domineering?

No wonder the original owner "will not come for a long time", this horse's way of intimacy is really not acceptable to ordinary people.

After feeding two bunches of wheat stalks, the white horse took the initiative to go back to the stable, then turned around again, and faced him with the indescribable part behind him.

Cui Song couldn't help laughing, and said to himself: "You are really a little ancestor..."

I flattered her in the past, and my hand was twitched by the pony's tail, but I didn't take it seriously, "I'll see you another day."

Cui Song was ready to go back to the house with the lamp.

He walked around the jagged rockery, avoided the place that was too dark and suspected to be a lake, went around, and finally returned to his room.

After roughly understanding the distribution of the house, Cui Song went through it in his mind, pushed open the door and walked in.

He blew out the lantern in his hand and entered the second compartment. He thought that it was only seven or eight o'clock, and it was too early to go to bed, so he planned to sit in front of the desk and read a book for a while.

But on the way to the desk, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Everything in the room was as usual, and the arrangement of the items remained the same as when he left, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Looking around, his eyes fell on the wall.

The shadow of the pen wash on the table was cast there, trembling slightly with the flickering candlelight.

Cui Song narrowed his eyes.

The placement of the brush washer and candle lamp is exactly the same as before, but the position where the shadow is reflected... seems wrong.

He remembered that before he left, the location of the projection was closer to the east.

Candlelight is not sunlight, how can it change the state of projection over time?

Since the positions of the lamp and brush wash have not changed, then the direction of the wick has changed.

But all right, how could the direction of the wick change?

Cui Song looked away calmly, as if remembering something he had forgotten, he turned around naturally and walked outside.

In the outer room near the door, there is a seven-foot saber hanging on the wall, which belongs to the original owner.

The meaning of this sentence is: Any slight sign of something wrong indicates the terrible disaster that is coming.You should be alert.

... Cui Song thinks this is a flag, he is a bit square now.

The room was eerily quiet, as if there was no one else but him.

But he inexplicably felt a vague gaze.

He took a deep breath, and resolutely chose the latter between "open the door" and "take the sword".

He threw the extinguished lantern behind him, and drew his sword with lightning speed.

The faint sound of wind came from behind his ears, Cui Song held the hilt of his sword and turned around to block it.

The ear-piercing sound of rubbing was accompanied by flashes of sparks, and there was a burst of oppressive force coming from the direction of the sword.

Cui Song held his sword steadily, and before he was surprised by his sharp reaction, he had to block it wholeheartedly because the opponent changed his sword move.

At this moment, his body doesn't seem to be his own. Although he can't take the initiative to attack, no matter how fierce and swift the opponent's sword moves are, he can block them without falling.

Like a baby sucking milk and a bee making honey, it is an instinct that does not require will control.

After a few hits, the best opportunity was lost, and the masked man who was attacking with a sword showed hesitation in his eyes, as if he was about to retreat.

Cui Song's pressure dropped sharply, and he said coldly, "Why kill me?"

All the sword moves just now were aimed at the vital point.

As for "who are you" and "who is behind the scenes", there is no need to ask, and I know with my toes that the other party will definitely not answer.

"As entrusted by others, it is a matter of loyalty." The assassin sneered, and retreated quickly with the reaction force of the sword's exchange.The throwing knife was thrown out of the narrow sleeve, and it was slashed at the post lamp in the corner.

The hidden weapon directly cut off the wick, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.Cui Song secretly thought that something was wrong, and was about to retreat, when the door leading to the outer corridor was suddenly knocked open.

A man in blue cloth with broad shoulders and a waist came in with a lantern, and blocked Cui Song with one step.

He stabbed with the sword, and the sword slashed fiercely at the assassin.

The assassin, who was almost able to succeed, gritted his teeth fiercely, but knew that he had no room for change, so he flew out and escaped through the open door.

The man in Tsing Yi wanted to chase after him, but he stopped because of Cui Song who was behind him.

"Has the lord ever been injured?"

Everything happened too fast, and Cui Song realized that his palms were covered with sweat and his heart was pounding.

He forced himself to calm down: "Never."

The man in Tsing Yi turned around and suddenly knelt down on one knee.

"The subordinates did not patrol well enough to scare the lord, so I ask the lord to punish him."

Cui Song was a little dazed by the man's action, his brain turned half a circle with difficulty, and he realized that the person in front of him was probably a diner or a trilogy.

This type of people is attached to the family, serves the master, has special abilities, and at the same time has greater personal freedom, and their status is much higher than that of domestic servants.

More generally speaking, they are counselors and private soldiers raised by powerful families.

Cui Song had never seen the person in front of him, but according to the documents left by the original owner, he knew that there was a swordsman in this mansion to protect his safety.

Since the head of the Cui family is not in Luoyang, and this is a temporary residence, apart from a few servants and maids, he only has this person by his side.

"Xu Jiming?"

Xu Zhuo, whose name is Jiming, is a member of Yingchuan Changsha. He is loyal and good at using swords. His position: his personal bodyguard.

The man answered yes, Cui Song put his sword back into its sheath, and said calmly: "It's beyond the reach of the whip, it cannot be done by humans, so why blame it?"

Although he didn't mean to blame, Xu Zhuo couldn't feel at ease.

Cui Song had no choice but to ask again: "The way the assassin used his sword, did Ji Ming see anything?"

Xu Zhuo replied: "Guan Zhi's skill is like a dead man, but..."

How can there be a dead man who is so afraid of death?

Cui Song knew Xu Zhuo's unfinished intentions, and secretly thought: Maybe the other party did it on purpose, hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to plan?

Under Xu Zhuo's strong request, Cui Song went back to the inner room to rest, while he stood guard outside the door to prevent the assassin from returning.

Cui Song lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Before that, he tried to wield the sword in his hand.The result is self-evident, no different from wielding a firewood stick, not only has no moves, but also can't find the feeling when facing the enemy.

Presumably, this sword technique is also a passive skill, similar to Pavlov's conditioned reflex theory, which is a natural response to external stimuli.

Think about that assassin again.Although the original owner is talented and famous, the bottom line is that he is just a student who has never been an official and is underage (and crowned). He is bored at home studying all day long.

……

and many more.

Cui Song sat up from the collapsed bed, and suddenly thought of someone.