[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

The person Cui Song thought of was Jian Shuo.

After all, if you want to say who you offend, he is the closest one.It's so hot that you can't ignore it.

As for the others, he has no memory of his real self, even if he has old enemies, he has no way of knowing.

But, was this assassin really sent by Jian Shuo?

Cui Song didn't know, and couldn't be sure.

After all, in terms of offending, he didn't actually have a death feud with Jian Shuo, and it would be absurd to kill him just because of what happened yesterday.But this is ancient times, and he dare not use modern people's ideas to measure the ideas of these powerful people.What's more, human nature is inherently complicated, that is, in the modern era of rule of law education, are there not the same people who are insane, selfish and vicious?

Cui Song was lying on the hard bed, looking up at the green gauze curtain, the almost boiling voice in his head gradually died down.

Afraid?

Of course afraid.

It is impossible to say that there is no feeling in the competition of real swords and guns, and the danger of being almost pierced by a sword.

He had awakened from the day he knew that he had crossed into a troubled world, but now it seems that this awareness may not be enough.

Human life in this era is even less valuable than he thought.

Cui Song stretched out his hand to block the front, staring at the white and perfect hands, he could see the pampered hands, and tightened his five fingers bit by bit.

He suddenly stood up from the collapse.

"Jiming." Before he could get dressed, he pulled the sandalwood silk robe off the hanger and draped it over his shoulders.

Opening the door, the swordsman guarding outside bowed his head to salute him.

"Come out with me and see."

"Yes."

Cui Song tugged at the lapel of his outer robe to prevent it from slipping off.There was a thin layer of cold sweat on his hands, and when he was blown by the wind, there was a chill that went straight to the bottom of his heart.

Because of the assassin's incident, he was somewhat disturbed, so much so that he forgot that he was not alone in the mansion.

Not to mention the servants and maids, there is another master named Cui in this house.

Xu Zhuo didn't say a word.

His duty is to protect Cui Song, with his safety as the first rule.If it wasn't for Cui Song's order, he would never do unnecessary things.

Therefore, no matter whether Cui Song ignored other people just now, or hurried out now, he didn't have any doubts—more precisely, he didn't even have the thought of "feeling a little strange".

As soon as Cui Song walked out of his small courtyard, he ran into a servant who was watching the night.

"Master, Mr. Xu?"

To the surprised servants, Cui Song told what happened just now.Seeing the servant showing panic and fear, Cui Song ordered in a deep voice: "Don't panic, go and see if the others are okay."

Cui Song strode forward, paused at the turn,

"If there is nothing wrong, there is no need to go to war, each of you should be vigilant."

Excluding servants, there are only a handful of domestic servants who live in the mansion, and they are lucky to be able to protect themselves, and they don't have any other hopes.

Turning around the Jiuqu Corridor, the first courtyard is Cui Jigui's residence.

Stopping the night watchman's plan to wake up Cui Yan, after confirming that the latter was safe, Cui Song called Cui Yan's guard and asked him to guard here, while he and Xu Zhuo continued to patrol.

Cui Song and Xu Zhuo almost walked around the house, everything was normal and no one was injured.

Finally, he came to the front door, asked a few words with the two sleepy-eyed doormen, and then went back to his bedroom.

Stepping into the courtyard, Cui Song walked into the room alone, waving back the maid who came up to serve her.

I checked the furnishings in the house, there were slight traces of being rummaged, but nothing was lost.

His eyes swept across the room, and when he passed a corner, he paused uncontrollably.

There stood a beautifully carved violin case.

Cui Song stared at the box wood, stood thoughtfully for a while, opened the box, took out the qin, and put it on the qin table next to it.

He fixedly stared at the simple and elegant lyre, and lightly pressed the scabbard with his left thumb.

Hand up, knife down.

The prisoner cow decoration rolled to the ground, and the Yaoqin, which was hard to change, was broken in two from the neck, and let out a mournful cry.

"Lord?"

Xu Zhuo's doubtful inquiry came from outside the door, Cui Song replied "Nothing", sheathed his sword, went to the outer room and opened the door.

"The night wind is cold, please come into the house, sir."

He was really dumbfounded by what happened tonight.Others had to watch the night for his safety, and he stayed up all night, and he almost locked him outside for a night in the cold, so he did something?

Although this was brought up by the other party, it was not an excuse for his negligence.

"No." Xu Zhuo bowed his hands, "How dare you disturb the Lord's rest."

"How can you say it's a disturbance." Cui Song returned a salute, "Jiming saved me from a desperate situation, and worked hard for me to let the king wait for the cold wind. How can I do it?"

"It is the duty to protect the lord, and if you are careless tonight, you may put the lord in jail," Xu Zhuo sighed, "If you break in again without authorization and offend the lord, what face will you have?"

Cui Song: ...I don't really understand you ancient people.I agree, what are you worried about?

Xu Zhuo's firm response made Cui Song start to wonder if there was anything wrong with his idea of ​​letting the other party in.

But in this era, people of the same sex who have a good relationship can sleep together, so it shouldn't be a problem to share a room with one's own guard?Isn't it the same with Cui Yan?

Besides, Xu Zhuo is a diner and not a domestic slave, let alone a taboo.

"Mr. worry too much." Cui Song changed his honorific title again to show his solemnity, "For Yu Song, Mr. is a guest as well as a friend. If you treat Mr. poorly for the sake of politeness, how can Song be at ease?"

Xu Zhuo raised his eyes and glanced at him, his polite and rigid face was slightly moved.

"So, I will disturb you."

"Please sir."

Xu Zhuo entered the house, but he refused to go into the innermost room, and he refused to lie down even when the auxiliary room was collapsed, insisting on staying in the outer room.

Cui Song knew that he acted cautiously, refused to overstep, and was stubborn and seldom spoke, so he stopped forcing him.At any rate, people came in, there was no need to blow the cold wind outside, and he didn't have to feel sorry.

Cui Song entered the inner room, untied the long sword and put it beside the bed, fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

The next day, Cui Yan, who learned that an assassin had invaded the night before, was once again inspired by the spirit of the director of the teaching department, and read "safety education" in his ear for an hour.

Cui Song was overwhelmed when he heard it, but Cui Yan was a lot older than him, even though his seniority was lower, and what he said were all caring words, with reasons and evidence, and he really couldn't refuse.

When the servant reported "Captain Zuo Fu came to the door", Cui Song's soul had already floated half out of his mouth.

Hearing the request for instructions, he quickly asked the porter to invite people in.

Zuo Fu Duwei is a capital official, one of the three Fu Duwei, who belongs to Zhi Jinwu, the magistrate of Gyeonggi.

Or to catch thieves.

……

After all, Luoyang is the capital, and its law and order are more regulated than prefectures and counties, and the degree of attention is not the same.

No, not long after the servant reported to Gyeonggi Province, Captain Zuofu came to the door.

Since the beginning of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the Gyeonggi region has strictly strengthened the management of the inner city, not only strictly controlling the floating population of the royal city, but also the residents in the city.

It can be said that civilians with incomplete identity information and insufficient credit value (risk of crime) were all relocated to the outer city. At night, the gates of the city were lowered to prohibit the circulation of people, and the inner city was actually circled into a relatively safe area.

Officials, aristocratic families, wealthy gentry.Only these three types of people lived in the inner city surrounding the royal city, and while being defended by security forces, they also guarded the imperial city.

Therefore, the night in the inner city of Luoyang is very safe.The appearance of desperadoes in Luoyang City was unimaginable for the Sanfu Captain.

"Did you see the face of the assassin clearly?"

"The sky was too dark, and the other party deliberately covered it up, so they couldn't see it clearly."

Captain Sanfu asked a few more questions, and looked at Cui Song with complicated eyes.

"I haven't disturbed others, everything is normal, and nothing has been stolen?"

"Has the concierge of your house found no suspicious behavior?"

It was suspected that the concierge had conspired with foreign thieves and deliberately let the assassin in.

Although Cui Song thinks this is possible, he cannot subjectively "infer guilt" without evidence.Although the Gaomen compound is difficult to climb, it is possible to climb over the wall.Furthermore, the gatehouse has always been guarded by two people.It's unlikely that the two concierges defected at the same time, right?

Cui Song was realistic and cooperative in explaining the details to Captain Zuo Fu, Xu Zhuo added, but he only saw a silhouette of the assassin.Since no real harm was caused, the description of the assassin was only Cui Song's one-sided words, and the attitude of Captain Zuo Fu, who originally attached great importance to this matter, began to become perfunctory.

"Mr. suddenly encountered an accident yesterday, or you are worried about this matter. In fact, the thief sneaked into your mansion just to make money? Maybe he couldn't succeed, so he was timid, pretending to hurt Xiaolang's life, but in fact he was making a fuss. It's convenient." Just run away by yourself."

According to Captain Zuofu, he wanted to make big things into small things.Anyway, the term "killer killer" was only his one-sided statement. Now that no one has been hurt and no loss has been caused, it is possible that the aristocratic son is exaggerating when he encounters such a thing for the first time.

Before Cui Song could hear the strings, Cui Yan was already irritated by the other party's ability to open their eyes and tell nonsense.

"According to what you said, as long as there are no serious consequences, can you not pursue this matter of Alpha's disorder?"

"The lower official has never said such a thing. I just feel that this case may not have such an eye. Why did Cui Shizi take the meaning out of context and misinterpret a certain reasoning so far?"

Being confronted by Cui Yan, Captain Zuofu lost his face, sneered, and stabbed back with a needle in his words.

Cui Yan reprimanded angrily: "It was seeking money, but later it was also motivated to harm others! My lord intends to downplay his crime and characterize this case as 'attempted theft'. Could it be that he has heard some pretentious rumors and is afraid that his superiors will blame him? ?”

"Bold." Lieutenant Zuo Fu shook his sleeves heavily, raised and lowered his hands covered by the long sleeves, as if he wanted to point at his nose and curse, but was stopped by the gentleman's manner, "A white body, dare to slander Discuss the imperial court's orders?"

Cui Song straightened up and bowed in the direction of Captain Zuofu: "My nephew is blunt and blunt, speaking quickly, it is by no means disrespectful to your lord, and I hope you will forgive me."

Captain Zuofu's face looked better.Although he didn't really want to interfere in this matter, the Cui family was one of the most prominent families in Qinghe, so they didn't want to offend people severely.

He took this step: "Lang Jun is polite, and Yi also has some inconsiderations, which may offend me."

In the end, the case was identified as thieves entering the house, and the property lost was a piano, which was registered in Nanfang Weifu.

Cui Yan was heartbroken: "The hundred-year-old paulownia qin has broken my heart, and the master who made the qin has passed away. There is no Qiongyin here."

Cui Yan was lamenting, regretting, regretting for the broken Yaoqin. As the culprit, Cui Song seemed even sadder than Cui Yan, but he was secretly relieved.

Fortunately, he had a flash of inspiration last night, when he returned to his room, he thought of the dangerous qin, split the qin with a sword, and took the opportunity to throw the blame on the assassin.

Although I feel a little sorry for the original owner... At least for a short period of time, I don't have to worry about being forced to play the piano, so that people will find out that it is not the original or even set it up as a monster and burn it.After all, literati and refined scholars are somewhat left-handed. In the past, Boya lost his strings due to the death of a close friend. Now there is probably a famous scholar named Cui Mingsong who is very good at playing the piano. He is about to quit the piano.The so-called "the sea was too difficult for water", he, a "first-class piano player (pseudo)", said: I just decided on this one, how to play other pianos?Impossible.

He put the broken piano case on the shelf, called it as a memory, and it was really a relief.

Cui Song maintained a "depressed" mood like this, reading in his room every day until three days later.

The Luoyang Literary Association held in Taixue College gathered Taixue students and famous scholars, focusing on the six arts of gentlemen, distinguishing classics and discussing classics, regardless of school of classics, regardless of reading knowledge, and extending to all students.

Su Dongpo once praised the style of study in the Eastern Han Dynasty: "Schools flourished in the Eastern Han Dynasty. There were tens of thousands of scholars, and they boasted about life. Since the Three Dukes and the Nine Ministers, they have all been broken down." This shows the victory of the style of study at this time.

In fact, Cui Yan did not want to participate in the so-called Luoyang Cultural Association at all.How many catties and taels he has, he knows it well, not to mention the six arts of a gentleman, just "discriminating scriptures" is enough to make his head as big as a bucket.As for writing poems and odes... Well, he thinks it is more realistic to "become a marksman within a week".

But after thinking about it, he still had to attend this essay meeting.