[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Although he met once at the banquet, Cui Song was still very pleasantly surprised to meet again here.

"Feng Xiao!"

Seeing a figure from behind, Cui Song couldn't wait to run forward.

The young scholar in light-colored shawls and a small crown turned his head in response, with a happy smile on his lips and brows.

"Zi Cong."

He also turned around and wanted to come in his direction.

It was originally a beautiful picture of old friends reunited, unexpectedly Cui Song's expression suddenly changed.

"careful!"

Guo Jia felt the murderous intent behind him, and turned sideways to avoid the passing wind.

The huge thing that rolled past his side stopped abruptly, turned around and rushed towards him again.

Cui Song didn't have time to stop, when he saw that "搦乡" was approaching Guo Jia within a short distance, and was about to knock him into the air.

He raised his heart to his throat, but saw that Guo Jia's feet were deflected, and he used the slight angle difference to drive his upper body to make the most effective evasion in a short period of time.

After avoiding the horse's head, Guo Jia suddenly grabbed the rein and turned on the horse neatly.

The object that was about to be knocked into the air actually sat on its back, which made "Juxiu" even more furious, and its forelimbs rose sharply, trying to throw Guo Jia off the horse's back.Unexpectedly, although this person looks thin, his hand strength is not weak.In addition to his excellent equestrian skills, "Ju Shi" not only couldn't do anything to him, but because he pulled his mane, the skin on his neck was hurt.

After tossing back and forth for a while, it snorted disgruntledly and stopped making noise.

To be honest, Cui Song was a little surprised.When he was in the foreign camp, he had already discovered that Guo Jia was good at martial arts. Looking at it now, he was not only good, he could almost be called good.

But when he thought about it carefully, this was not the Song Dynasty, which emphasized culture and suppressed martial arts.In the Qin and Han Dynasties, knights were awarded for their military exploits, chivalry prevailed, and the whole people respected martial arts.The saber of the gentry is not only a decoration, but also a weapon of self-defense.Not to mention that his nephew Cui Yan is a master of swordsmanship, and Cao Pi, the son of Cao Cao, also left various anecdotes in historical documents with his superb swordsmanship.Thinking about it this way...it doesn't seem to be surprising that Guo Jia is so skilled?

So why was he surprised?

Cui Song thought about it and thought, probably because Guo Jia died early due to illness in history, and the image of "sick young man" in later literary works and game images is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so it gives people an inherent impression of sickness and weakness. ?However, many people don't know that Cao Pi, who has excellent swordsmanship, actually only lived to be more than 30 years old like Guo Jia.

Thinking of the topic of longevity, Cui Song couldn't help feeling a little depressed.That day in the camp of the Luo nationality, because the two of them were injured in the cave, the foreign doctor and Qiao Ji felt the pulse for them.At that time, apart from the trauma, no other diseases were found in Guo Jia's body, and he was too healthy to be healthy.Maybe it was because Qiao Ji and the doctor were not skilled enough to detect Guo Jia's hidden symptoms, maybe... What Guo Jia suffered from was an emergency when he went to Karasuma, not because he was weak and sick.

Cui Song was immersed in his own thoughts, and suddenly he was patted on the shoulder.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"No..." Realizing that this was just a joke, Cui Song raised his eyes and looked at Guo Jia for two seconds, then turned his gaze to the side, and found that the noisy horse had calmed down and was honestly tied up in the stable.

"Your horse is as spirited as ever."

Cui Song secretly thought that this "spirit" should have a pun.Ever since he was whipped by Guo Jia when he first met, "搦仙" has always been brooding about it, making a fuss every time they meet.

He apologized and greeted Guo Jia on behalf of "Tuxiu", walked to the side of the stable, and untied "Tuxiu" from the reins.He first educated it seriously and severely criticized its behavior of wanting to bump into people.When the talk is almost over, give a sweet date, feed a horse grass and stroke the horse's back to show comfort.

After successfully coaxing the little ancestor, Cui Song took Guo Jia back to the room and asked each other how they were doing.

From this, Cui Song learned that Guo Jia's uncle had died in the second month after they left the foreign camp. Guo Jia brought the underage Guo Yi back to Yingchuan, and regarded Guo Yi as his own son.

After paying tribute to the deceased Guo family uncle, Cui Song asked a little strangely: Even if Guo Yi’s missing father had died, Guo Yi should be adopted by a married man in the clan. Guo Jia was raised by an unmarried and childless young man?

Guo Jia saw his doubts, and said seriously: "It's not that I don't want to explain the reason to Zi Cong in detail, it's just that the family ugliness must not be publicized, and I don't want to dirty Zi Cong's ears with these nonsense things."

Cui Song heard that although he didn't say it clearly, he expressed his position bluntly, so he didn't ask any more questions, and changed his words:

"Why did Feng Xiao come to Chang'an? When did he come?"

"I entrusted Yi'er to the elders of the clan, and went on the road alone, and came to Chang'an City yesterday." After recounting his own experience, Guo Jia suddenly became serious, "If we only move the capital, Dong Zhuo is still out with all the soldiers. The horses confront each other—that's okay, Dong Zhuo is now retreating to this corner, intending to build a city to defend himself, which is not good news.

"The turbulent currents of the world will gather with Dong Zhuo in Chang'an City. If Chang'an City will inevitably fall into turmoil, before then, we must take you and Yuan Chang away from this place."

Cui Song didn't expect that Guo Jia would trek across mountains and rivers and risk his life for himself and Zhong Yao, so he bowed solemnly to Guo Jia: "I'm afraid Song Song will disappoint Feng Xiao's intentions."

Then he told the matter of Xun You and Dong Zhuo together.

Guo Jia had expected it a long time ago: "It's okay. The same is true for Yuanchang's side. Since you two are close friends, Jia can't stand by and watch. Besides, although Chang'an City is turbulent, there is no rush at this moment."

Cui Song, who knew Guo Jiaduo well, had already guessed his answer, so Cui Song's focus was not on this passage, but on another secret place: "When did Feng Xiao leave Yingchuan?"

Guo Jia answered without thinking. The moment he finished his answer, he realized the clue and looked up at Cui Song.

Cui Song roughly calculated the distance from Yingchuan to Chang'an in his mind, and couldn't help frowning after getting the result: "Fengxiao should rest earlier after a long journey."

Even if he only got an approximate value, Cui Song could still be sure that Guo Jia was on the road day and night, non-stop, and hardly ever took a break, so he hurriedly urged him to take a nap.

However, Guo Jia has no plans to take a break: "This is not urgent. I generally know some of your plans and plans from Yuan Chang. First, tell me about the current situation in the city and Dong Zhuo's movements."

As early as when he was in the foreign camp, Cui Song had already experienced Guo Jia's neglect of himself-relying on his youth and energy, he overdrawn his physical strength without restraint, and insisted on completing all the things he wanted to do at once .Coupled with the unrestrained drinking, even though he looks very healthy now, there are actually countless hidden dangers in his body.

Thinking of Xi Zhicai, who was seriously ill, Cui Song suddenly became a little irritable, and could even be called annoyed: "Feng Xiao, don't make fun of your own body. A gentleman should have traces of what he eats, what he says, and what he says and does. Do it spontaneously."

Subtext: To be a human being, one must have self-control, rest when it’s time to rest, and don’t take your body seriously.

Although Guo Jia didn't understand why Cui Song got angry suddenly, he could hear his concern for him, so he changed his words in time: "It's Jia's fault, Zi Cong, let's put the fire away. Whether it's beating or scolding, let me vent my anger. Don't worry. Don't let the fire above your head burn the house, if it burns, we will be on the street tonight."

Cui Song felt as if he could punch nothing, but facing Guo Jia's jokes and those bright eyes full of laughter, the anger in his chest was like a balloon that was squished, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. up.

Cui Song stretched his brows and eyes: "Since that's the case, why don't Feng Xiao quickly find a place to sleep with his clothes on, is he going to learn from that curly boy who pesters his parents to listen to stories before going to bed?"

He also responded with a teasing tone.Guo Jia was not annoyed, and responded: "Then I will trouble Zi Cong."

Cui Song:? ? ?

His original intention was to tease Guo Jia: Do you want to listen to bedtime stories like a child?Unexpectedly, the Dao is one foot tall and the Demon is one foot tall. Guo Jiajing pushed the boat along with the current and instead led him into the army, so he decided to let him be the lecturer of this bedtime story.

Cui Song looked at the strong smile in Guo Jia's eyes, rolled his eyes, and curled the corners of his mouth: "No." He actually started telling the story.

Before Guo Jia was surprised, he heard Cui Songlang say:

"In the old days there were mountains, there were temples in the mountains, and a monk in the temple wrote a poem with a pen. What is the author? In the past, there were mountains, there were temples in the mountains, and a monk in the temple wrote a poem with a pen..."

In fact, it is "Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a temple in the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple, and he was telling a story. What kind of story is he telling? There was a mountain in the past, and there was a temple in the mountain... (infinite loop)" Magically changed the ancient Chinese version.

Even after nearly 2000 years, Guo Jia still clearly felt the ghost of the joke "Once upon a time there was a mountain".

By the time of the No. 15 cycle, the curvature of Guo Jia's mouth gradually became stiff.

Until the No. 30 cycle, he unbuttoned his robe, and quickly leaned back on the couch: "Jia has fallen asleep, please forgive Zi Cong."

Cui Song, who finally regained his strength, stopped the mental aggression and stood up with satisfaction.

In the west of the city, a young woman dressed as a commoner lowered her head and walked quickly, but was unexpectedly stopped by a group of guards.

"Keep your head up," ordered the captain of the guard.

Since Dong Zhuo moved the capital, guards randomly selected passers-by every day to investigate their origins, in order to prevent unidentified people from mixing into the city.These guards led such an errand, and they couldn't help but have some selfishness in their spare time.

They often stopped beautiful women for interrogation, pretended to be self-serving, coveted verbal advantages, and even used hands and feet.

Gan Ji knew about these dirty things, and she tried her best to make herself ugly and ugly, but she was still targeted.

But her efforts somehow paid off.Although these guards stopped her, they lacked interest, and they occasionally touched her with salty hands, but there was no fascination or fancy in their eyes.

When the guards asked her about her background, she made nonsense, saying that she was a servant of a rich family surnamed Li in the west of the city.

Several guards looked at each other, and gradually put away the indifference on their faces.

"Take it!"

Gan Ji was startled, and murmured: "My family is terrified, and I don't know when I offended several military masters."

The captain of the guard sneered: "There is no rich family named Li in the west of the city. Brave thieves, who is the secret agent of you, and you still haven't told me honestly."

The few of them have been showing off in the west of the city all year round, and they have raided all the wealthy households in the west of the city.There are a few fat sheep, how can I not know?

Since he fabricated his identity arbitrarily, this person must have a suspicious origin, and this is a meritorious service.

Gan Ji gritted her teeth and wanted to use force to get away.At this moment, the actions of several guards were stopped by a middle-aged man dressed as a general.

"General You—" Several guards were about to explain the situation, but they listened to the man.

"I know this person, please let her go."

The guards did not dare to disobey, and each retreated.

The man rescued Gan Ji, but he didn't talk to her, and turned and left without even looking at her.

Gan Ji didn't know this "General You", and didn't understand why the other party lied to save her.

But she soon understood why.

Martial arts practitioners usually have sharp ears and sharp eyes, she saw General You walking beside a thin figure, nodded with him, and left with him.

Gan Ji recognized the thin figure, and her heart skipped a beat.

It turned out that he—

The captain of the guard stepped forward to apologize to her, and flatteringly asked her about her relationship with General You.

Gan Ji said vaguely: "The Lord I serve is the upper peak of General You."

"It turned out to be a girl from the grand master's mansion. How offensive, please don't remember the villain's mistakes." Although it was strange why the people in Dong Zhuo's mansion "lie" to conceal their identities, the captain of the guard did not dare to ask rashly. chose silence.

Gan Ji, who succeeded in making the routine, was surprised.

Thinking of Dong Zhuo's generals following behind that thin figure just now, Gan Ji chuckled lightly.

Xi Huan (Xi Zhicai) is actually able to command Dong Zhuo's people... It seems that this time God will help her.

"My lord...don't blame this concubine for being cruel."

The low, inaudible whisper was completely blown away by the wind.