The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Saibei, in July, the sky is full of yellow sand.

The fleeing people drove carts and horses, young and old together, and walked to the southeast. Among the huge crowd, there was a child who was against the flow of people.

The child looked five or six years old, wearing a blue blouse, his hair was loose, his face was dirty and dusty, and he was holding a small package in his arms.

The people passing by him, seeing his appearance, kindly gave him a hand.

"Little baby, did you get separated from your family?"

The child stopped, and the package in his arms moved twice. A yellow dog's head came out of it and barked at him.

The child pressed the little yellow dog's head: "System, be quiet, don't be rude."

The little yellow dog groaned, and it really quieted down.

Although the child's face was dirty, his eyes were still twinkling. He raised his head, looked at the kind-hearted man, and said in a childlike voice, "My name is Song Jiao. I came here with grandpa. I got separated from grandpa. I I'm going to find Grandpa."

The kind-hearted man saw that he was well-behaved, and said: "There are bandits rebelling in front, your grandfather will definitely not go any further, you can go back with us, and when you reach the village in front, you may be able to see your grandfather. "

Song Jiao shook his head: "My grandfather will definitely move forward, he is..."

He tilted his head and thought for a while before he remembered the word someone used to describe his grandfather: "nine cows."

"My grandfather listens to the emperor very much." Song Jiao rubbed his chin, "He doesn't listen to what the emperor says, but he listens to what the emperor writes on paper. The emperor writes on paper, let him come here to be an official, don't If he is a bandit, even if the sky falls, he will not turn back."

"The surname is Song..." The man was thinking, and suddenly remembered something, "Is your grandfather the Great Historian of Song Dynasty?"

Song Jiao thought for a while, then shook his head: "No."

"no?"

Song Jiao said solemnly: "My grandfather's name is Song Wenxue, he is not called the Grand Historian of Song Dynasty."

The kind-hearted man laughed dumbly: "Silly baby, your grandfather is the great historian of the Song Dynasty." He gave a thumbs up: "That is really a good official who is upright and dedicated to the people."

He thought for a while: "I can't leave the grandson of the Grand Historian of the Song Dynasty alone, you should follow me, the front is too dangerous."

Song Jiao shook his head resolutely: "I won't go back, I'm going to find grandpa."

The kind-hearted man and Song Jiao stayed in the same place for too long, and the kind-hearted man's family members had already urged him, so he was a little embarrassed.

Song Jiao raised a smiling face at him: "Thank you, you can go now, don't worry about me. My grandfather will definitely go to find my grandfather. My grandfather is an official in front, and he will fight..."

A well-meaning person helped him conclude: "The Grand Historian of Song Dynasty and the Liangzhou Defense are related by marriage, and your grandfather is the old general Wu of the Liangzhou Defense."

"Yeah." Song Jiao nodded, "I'll just go and find my grandfather. I'll be with the system, and nothing will happen."

As he spoke, he raised the little yellow dog in his arms.

This is the system.

system?What a strange name.The well-meaning man frowned.

The little yellow dog was expressionless, and the kind-hearted man even saw a trace of adult fatigue in its eyes.

Song Jiao said goodbye to the well-meaning person, and continued walking against the flow of people.

The system was held in his arms, it was a khaki little dog.

The system looked up at the host.

Well, yes, this is his host.

When the control center recruited the system, the slogan was——

Compete in troubled times, let's see who wins!

Heroes contend for hegemony, who can aspire to the top of the world!

A bizarre time travel exclusively for modern people!

your host—

The grandson of the historian, Zhongzheng Qingliu, his reputation spread all over the world!

Guard your grandson, hold the military power in your hand, and have thousands of generals!

The future of the host——

Is it a civil servant or a general?

Is it a loyal minister or a traitor?

Is it to assist the Ming Lord wholeheartedly, or to coerce the emperor to order the princes?

All under your control!

Only when he came did he find out that the host was only five years old.

Well, that's okay, you can also get a child prodigy.

Later he found out that this host was five or five years old before time travel!

I just graduated from kindergarten, and I just learned the nine-nine-nine multiplication table and ABCD with my fingers. I didn't even get a few little red flowers in kindergarten.

The child prodigy is set up, that's all.

When he first came, the system wanted to communicate with him about the mission.

"Our goal is to dominate the troubled times!"

Song Jiao sucked on the Wangzai milk that the system brought on credit from the mall, and asked inarticulately, "What is the goal? What is glutinous glutinous rice cake? Is it better than white sugar glutinous rice cake?"

The system is completely shut down.

After a year, he didn't do anything. Just Song Jiao eating the Wangwang gift package made him the poorest system in the control center.

But every time Song Jiao holds the empty snack bag, nibbles on his fingers, and looks at him, he can't help but go to the mall to buy something for him to eat.

Song Jiao's attributes are all focused on acting like a baby, he hates it.

The ideal system relationship: the blade and the whetstone achieve each other!

The real-life relationship: He is in debt to raise his cubs.

However, Song Jiao treated him fairly well. I heard that he would possess small animals, and he specially raised many small animals for him.

It's just that this time Song Jiao's grandfather was demoted and couldn't bring the small animals. In the end, Song Jiao could only distribute the small animals to his friends in the capital, and he took only a little yellow dog on the road.

The system knew that this incident was a huge turning point for Song Jiao and even the whole small world.

The emperor was fatuous, and the great historian of the Song Dynasty was demoted for bluntly speaking, which shook the government and the public.At the same time, the bandits in the northwest rose up and became the first light to tear apart the illusion of prosperity of this dynasty.

And Song Jiao is about to face the first light.

Thinking of this, the little yellow dog's eyes rekindled flames.

Cubs are small, but they will grow up...

The next second, Song Jiao suddenly yelled: "Oh, I fell..."

System: Damn it.

The little yellow dog bared his teeth and gave Song Jiao who was lying on the ground a hard push, trying to push him up.

The desert is solitary, and the setting sun melts gold.

The farther you go to the northwest, the fewer people are fleeing. Most of the people who are afraid of the bandits have already run away.

With a few passers-by, Song Jiao hugged a puppy and followed behind a tall porter, pretending that he and the porter were in the same group.

He is a child who goes out alone, and he is easy to be spotted by flirtatious people when he is in such a mess, so he has always come here this way.

What a clever little ghost.

Not long after, the porter turned a corner and walked in another direction.

Song Jiao looked around, but couldn't find a suitable candidate, so he had to go on the road alone.

Liangzhou City is not far ahead, and his grandfather is the Liangzhou garrison, so it should be fine.

Song Jiao put the little yellow dog on the ground: "System, you can walk for a while, I feel a little sore."

The system communicated with him silently: "You also ate my entire children's meal at noon."

Song Jiao touched the tip of his nose, a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

After saying this, Song Jiao ran forward: "System, hurry up, we have to get to the city before dark. Grandpa said... After dark, there will be wolves in the desert, and the wolves are better than yours." The little yellow dog is amazing..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted, and the little yellow dog chased after him lazily.

"You fell down again?"

Song Jiao did fall down again, but this time he didn't fall on flat ground, this time he bumped into someone.

Song Jiao fell to the ground, ignoring the palms cut by the gravel, and quickly raised his head: "I'm sorry..."

The tall man had a scar on his face, his hands were behind his back, and a thick hemp rope was hanging down: "Little baby, I've watched you all the way, where are you going alone?"

"I……"

Song Jiao glanced at the carriage parked behind the man. The carriage was tightly wrapped with curtains, so he couldn't see what was going on inside.

The system said: "I told you not to come by yourself, just wait until your grandpa sends someone to pick you up, if you insist on coming by yourself, it's all right now, you've met a trafficker."

The little yellow dog bared his teeth, ready to go: "I'll bite his leg later, you take the opportunity to run quickly."

Song Jiao shook hands and said, "The wheels of the carriage are very deep, there must be several children inside."

The justice in my heart is burning!

The system said angrily: "You still want to take care of them? Just take care of yourself, no, run!"

Song Jiao hugged the restless little yellow dog, raised his head, and said to the man, "I'm going to find my grandfather."

"Your grandfather?"

"He...he's dead."

system:? ? ?

That person: ? ? ?

"He left me seven cousins, all about my age. I originally came to pick up the seven cousins ​​with my family, but I got separated from my family, so I came here by myself."

There are seven other bright kids like him.

Surely the traffickers will be tempted, right?

Song Jiao blinked and looked at him with big watery eyes.

But the man didn't seem to understand him.

Song Jiao emphasized: "I have seven cousins!"

"Ah."

"My grandfather's house is just ahead in Liangzhou City."

"Oh, that's just right. I'm going to Liangzhou City too. I'll give you a ride. It's bad to be eaten by wolves at night."

"Uh-huh."

Song Jiao nodded, hugged the system, and followed behind him.

Walking to the side of the carriage, the man picked him up and put him outside the carriage.

"There are goods inside, you can sit outside."

"Okay, thank you uncle."

The man also got into the carriage, and with a flick of his whip, the horses dragged the carriage towards Liangzhou City.

Song Jiao sat on the carriage, looking back at the carriage from time to time, knocking on the wooden boards, trying to get in touch with the children locked inside.

He also tried to put the system in, but was quickly spotted by the man.

"Hold your dog well, you will be compensated if you damage the contents inside."

Song Jiao could only pull the system back: "I see."

The carriage traveled very quickly, and before the sun completely set, they arrived outside Liangzhou city.

Just approaching, Song Jiao was a little stunned.

There is a checkpoint in front of the gate of Liangzhou City, but the people guarding the checkpoint are not soldiers, but——

bandit!

A dozen or so bandits stood in two rows, the leader was a young bandit, who was about the same age as him, but looked fierce, with a dark face, sitting on a chair, leaning against the back of the chair, with both feet on the table .

He wears a wolf fur hat on his head, and has a circle of fur around his collar.

Shocking news!Grandpa's Liangzhou City was also occupied by bandits.

The carriage stopped in front of the city gate, and the man driving the carriage nodded to the little bandit.

"Little Lord."

Young master, it turns out they are in the same group!

Song Jiao was about to jump out of the car and escape, but the man snatched her back, grabbed his collar, picked him up, and put it on the table.

"Young Master, this is Song Jiao, the grandson of the Great Historian of the Song Dynasty. The old master called for your companion to read. His subordinates inadvertently heard him talking with others, and paid attention to him along the way, and brought him back to the young master."

Song Jiao sat on the table, sniffed vigorously, and looked at Young Master Mao Mao in front of him.

Young Master Mao Mao looked at him with disgust, Song Jiao stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and wiped black dust from his own face.

Young Master Mao Mao frowned, but she spoke in the same immature voice as Song Jiao: "Where did you snatch it, where do you send it back, and tell grandpa, I don't want to accompany you."