The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Mr. Xie fell asleep, Song Jiao stood up lightly, brought a blanket to cover him, then went out and closed the door.

The gong and drum team at the bottom of the stairs finished playing the tune and retreated together.

The aftermath was going on outside, it was a bit messy, Song Jiao didn't want to go out, so he just sat down in the corridor.

The sunlight was blocked by the eaves, and Song Jiao sat in the shadows, leaning against the pillars with arms folded.

Not long after, the sound outside seemed to be far away, Song Jiao closed his eyes, drowsy.

After an unknown amount of time, someone pinched his face.

Song Jiao closed her eyes, tilted her head, and bit his finger precisely like a kitten: "I didn't fall asleep."

Xie Chen was still wearing a complicated dress - what he would wear in a coffin when he was in suspended animation. At that time, Xie Chen was lying upright on the bed and refused to wear it by himself, so he asked Song Jiao to change it for him.

Xie Chen lifted the hem of his clothes, crossed his feet, and sat down on the railing next to Song Jiao, as if he was wearing the dress and armor.

Song Jiao still had his eyes closed, looking as if he was asleep. Xie Chen sat in front of him, looked at him, and after a while couldn't help reaching out to him, pinching his face, and stroking his hair.

Song Jiao shook his head at first to shake off his hand.

"You go to play with others, I want to rest for a while."

Xie Chen continued to pinch his face: "No."

Song Jiao was annoyed: "I'm going to sleep, don't touch me."

"No."

Later, Xie Chen stretched out two hands and pressed him with both hands. Song Jiao couldn't struggle, so he could only open his eyes, stretch out his hands, and fight with him.

"You hate it to death." He was not asleep yet, but Song Jiao was still a little annoyed to wake up, he complained irritably, then patted Xie Chen, "I want to sleep."

"You've been sitting here all morning." Xie Chen didn't look angry at all, rubbed his head, then hugged him, wanting to stick to his face, "Mao Mao."

Song Jiao softened his expression, then leaned over to touch his cheeks with him, and finally couldn't hold back a smile.

After the two people had finished their quarrel, they sat next to each other affectionately.

Xie Chen continued to pinch his face: "I haven't seen you for almost a year."

"Yeah." Song Jiao calculated with his fingers, "Eleven months and nine days."

Xie Chen opened his hand again and wrapped it around his wrist: "Why are you so thin? Don't you eat meat when you are mourning?"

"There is food, my godfather and godmother often bring me food." Song Jiao raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and squeezed his own arm, "Look."

"Skinny."

"..." Song Jiao put down his sleeves and held his hand.

Xie Chen's hands are bigger than his, holding weapons all the year round, the calluses are already very thick.

Song Jiao tried to pinch, trying to see if he felt it, then turned to look at Xie Chen, and quietly withdrew his hand as if he had done something wrong.

Xie Chen grabbed his hand, turned his head to glance at the palace door, and asked in a low voice, "Where's grandpa?"

Song Jiao didn't know what he was going to do, so he said, "Grandpa fell asleep."

Xie Chen was relieved, turned to look at Song Jiao, grabbed his hand, and pulled him closer.

When Xie Chen came over, Song Jiao knew what he wanted to do.

Song Jiao pursed the corners of her lips, not planning to make any other moves, but in the next second, a voice came from behind the two of them.

"Brother Shen, Mao Mao, it's time to eat."

Song Jiao quickly retracted and looked back.

Mrs. Huijing stood by the door and looked at them, apparently not seeing what the two of them were doing just now.

"It's time to eat, Mamao."

"Okay." Song Jiao withdrew his hand from Xie Chen's, then stood up and ran to Mr. Xie, "Grandpa Xie, it's time to eat."

Xie Chen sat on the railing, a little unhappy.

Mrs. Huijing stood opposite, frowning, not knowing what she was thinking.

After many years, the family ate at the same dining table again.

Mr. Xie took the main seat, Xie Chen and Song Jiao sat next to him, Mrs. Huijing sat next to Song Jiao, and Xie Erye wisely stayed the farthest away.

Mrs. Huijing concentrated on eating and changed the serving chopsticks to pick up dishes for Song Jiao.

Mr. Xie also felt embarrassed, picked up chopsticks from time to time, and picked up vegetables for Song Jiao.

"Mamao eat more, and she has lost so much weight."

"Well, thank you auntie, thank you grandpa." Song Jiao lowered her head and buried herself in her meal.

Mr. Xie cleared his throat and said, "Brother Shen, you collect the Wang family army, dismantle them all, put them into our people, and recast the soldier charms, all under your control."

Xie Chen nodded: "Yes."

"There are also the generals of the Wang family. Kill the ones that should be killed. Cut the weeds and root out the roots. Send someone to replace them immediately. Don't relax on the front line. Has the Qing Kingdom made any moves recently?"

"No, Qing Kingdom is still the same."

Old Master Xie sneered: "That's it. We all know what kind of guy the Seventh Prince is. When the affairs of the Wang family are settled, we will launch a general attack and strive to bring down the Qing Kingdom this year."

"Yes."

"There's nothing else to do." Mr. Xie paused, then looked at Mr. Xie, "Second, do you have any plans for the future?"

Second Master Xie lowered his head: "I will hand over my private soldiers to Brother Shen, and then go back to become a monk."

"Oh, that's fine too."

He put down the bowl and chopsticks, got up and saluted: "Father, I'll go down first."

"Okay." Mr. Xie waved his hand at him. He and Huijing were at the same table. Mr. Xie felt uncomfortable and couldn't even eat. It was great that he proposed to leave.

After he left, Mr. Xie turned his head to Mrs. Huijing again: "What about you? What are you going to do?"

Mrs. Huijing raised her head: "If Dad is willing, I will stay here."

Mr. Xie was a little surprised: "You want to stay here?"

"Yes, stay in the army and do something." Mrs. Huijing raised her head, her spirits shining brightly, "Father forgot? My family is a family of military generals. Maybe I am the first female general in this dynasty."

Master Xie nodded, "That's fine." He raised his hand, and brought some food for Song Jiao: "Come on, Maomao, eat more."

"Grandpa, I've had enough."

Song Jiao tried to refuse, but Mr. Xie took the food and put it in his bowl forcefully: "Listen to grandpa, eat quickly, you look thinner."

"I'm really full..." Before he could finish speaking, Song Jiao hiccupped a little.

That night, Song Jiao, who had been running around for days, finally got a good night's sleep.

He took a hot shower early, put on his underwear, sat on the bed and wiped his hair, talking to the system one after another.

The system said: "I have recorded this matter for you, and when the control center approves it for you, there should be tens of thousands of Wangwang Snow Cakes."

Want Want Snow Cake is the unit they use to calculate points.

Song Jiao thought for a while and said, "Tongtong, give me a pack of Wangwang snow cakes."

"No, you just brushed your teeth."

"Ah..." Song Jiao fell on the bed and howled.

The system "ruthlessly" said: "It's useless to cry, think about it yourself, how many dangerous things have you done this time? I'm afraid you will die on the way."

Song Jiao lay on the bed: "I didn't do it on purpose, I was forced to."

"You have to do it every time." The system was speechless, "I don't have any medicine to bring the dead back to life, you only have one life, so use it carefully."

Song Jiao buried her face in the pillow: "You didn't say that when you were young."

"Ok?"

"When I was young, you told me that if you die, you can reload the file and start over. Now it's so fierce."

"That was when you were a child, how stupid you were when you were a child, if I didn't tell you that, would you cry in fright?" Even though he said this, the system still softened his tone, "Okay, now you can read it even after you die. files."

Song Jiao smiled: "Thank you all, I will find a puppy to possess you in a few days."

"No, just take care of yourself. Now it's not a child anymore, so you don't need to possess yourself."

"Ok."

After a while, there was a ding-dong notification sound from the system.

The system looked at the message, and then said: "Mamao, the control center calculated [-] points for you."

"Yes, Not Bad."

Judging from Song Jiao's perfunctory tone, he actually didn't care about these at all.

Even if you don't have points, you still have to do what you should do.

But the system cares.

"Mamao, this matter is related to your rating. If you can get a high rating for the first mission, you can retire directly."

"retire?"

"Just stay in this world for the elderly." The system seemed to feel something was wrong, "Hey, didn't I tell you that after completing the missions in this world, there are missions in other worlds?"

"You didn't say that!" Song Jiao sat up abruptly, "Didn't I stay here all the time?"

"Of course not! The control center is very economical, how can it be possible for one employee to do one world task?"

"Ah?" Song Jiao was shocked, and hugged her little pillow tightly, "I won't go! I don't want to go to other worlds!"

"Then you can earn more points and try to retire in the first world."

"How much is it?"

"At least a few million?"

"Ah?" Song Jiao choked, "Then how much do I have now?"

"Let me take a look." The system opened the control panel. He has not changed the interface, and it is still in the children's mode full of balloons. "Ten million, um, including the one just now, you have a total of 50 points."

Song Jiao frowned: "That's still far away from a few million, then I won't eat Wangwang Snow Cake."

"Mamao, Wangwang Snow Cake is only five points."

"Then I must have earned hundreds of millions of five points since I was a child."

"It's not that exaggerated." The system said, "So cheer up now and work hard to accumulate points."

"Then when will my mission end?"

"This is a script for troubled times, so your mission is to end the troubled times."

"Wouldn't that be the day that Grandpa Xie brought down the Qing Kingdom, this year?"

"It should be, don't worry, the control center will also make ratings based on your final status and future generations' evaluations, and you can get at least tens of thousands of points by then."

"It's only tens of thousands, not enough at all." Song Jiao didn't know about accumulating points at all, and he didn't care about it. Only now did he realize that he was nervous, "System, please help me to see how I got my previous points."

"Okay." The system flipped through the control page, "Oh, the most important thing is that you won three yuan in a row, and you have 20 points; and you have won the first place in Taixue several times before, with [-] points; some memorials and articles you wrote There are [-], and there are some miscellaneous small things, such as daily tasks."

Song Jiao thought for a while, and said, "Can I take the imperial examination again? Can I win three yuan again?"

"It's not good." The system comforted him, "Don't worry, after the settlement, I will write an application to the control center. You grew up here, and the control center loves you, so you should be able to stay."

But Song Jiao was still a little worried: "What if it's not possible?"

"Then you should hurry up and do the task, and you still have a chance to come back here."

Song Jiao was lying on the bed, feeling depressed all over: "Anyway, I won't leave, and I won't leave even if the control center comes to tie me up." He suddenly thought of something again: "By the way, everything, after the task is completed, are you just going to leave?" want……"

gone?

Song Jiao didn't dare to ask.

The system didn't dare to say it: "Let's talk about it later."

"Don't go, I will find many small animals to play with you."

"It's not up to me to decide. I'll write an application to the control center." The system floated beside him, picking and choosing, and finally bought a tickle scratcher from the mall and used it to pat his head, "Don't you sad."

Song Jiao didn't want to leave here, nor did she want to be separated from the system.

He lay on the bed alone, thinking of a surefire solution.

Song Jiao was so annoyed that he didn't notice that the window of his room was pushed open from the outside.

It wasn't that Song Jiao was careless, the main reason was that the outside of the window was suspended, he didn't think someone would crawl in from there, so he opened the window for ventilation.

The system screamed: "Ah! Mao Mao!"

Song Jiao was taken aback by him: "Ah? Everything!"

He sat up and picked up the long sword hanging beside him.

Before the long sword was out of its sheath, and before Song Jiao had time to call out, the person who appeared at the window shouted, "Mao Mao."

Xie Chen took his long legs, climbed over the window, and entered the room.

Song Jiao was stunned: "There is a wall over there, how did you get here?"

"Just turn it over." Xie Chen saw the long sword in his hand, "What do you want?"

Song Jiao put the long sword back: "No reason." He changed the subject: "Why did you come in through the window? It's scary."

Xie Chen said aggrievedly, "I'm afraid of being discovered by others."

When Xie Chen took off his dirty coat and sat next to Song Jiao, Song Jiao blocked the system.

"I'm sorry, all, I'll treat you to barbecue tomorrow."

"No kissing, if you dare to kiss, I..."

There is a dirty word in the system that I don't know...

You have been blocked by the host.

Song Jiao and Xie Chen sat side by side on the bed, Xie Chen reached out and stroked Song Jiao's hair: "It's still so wet."

He picked up the towel and wiped Song Jiao's hair naturally.

Song Jiao turned his back to him: "Are you still afraid of being discovered by others?"

Xie Chen gently wiped his hair, and said calmly: "Well, gossip hurts people."

He himself was not afraid, but he didn't want Song Jiao to get hurt.

Embarrassed, Song Jiao lowered her head slightly, and her ears turned red before she knew it.

I haven't seen each other for a year, and he and Xie Chen haven't spoken much in the past few days.

He only felt that Xie Chen seemed to have grown taller again, and his figure was also much taller. Now that the matter had settled, he and Xie Chen'an sat down to talk quietly, and he felt that Xie Chen seemed to have really grown up.

The little boy who was not afraid of nothing, but because of the person who is concerned in his heart, will become cautious and restrained.

Song Jiao lowered his head and smiled, then Xie Chen hugged him from behind, as if he was in his arms because of his tall stature.

"Mamao, what are you laughing at?"

Song Jiao pursed her lips, turned her head, and shook her head towards him: "No."

"I saw you sniggering."

"No."

Song Jiao lowered her head: "Don't move around, itches."

"Oh." So Xie Chen hugged Song Jiao even tighter, and couldn't help shouting, "Mao Mao."

"Ok?"

"I'm so tired from fighting." Xie Chen hugged him, leaning his head on his shoulder, "I want to touch him."

Song Jiao raised his hand to stroke his hair: "Touch."

Then Song Jiao turned around in his arms, faced him face to face, helped him take off the jade crown on his head, and helped him rub his head.

Inadvertently seeing the scars on Xie Chen's hands and body, it hurts a little.

Song Jiao lifted up his sleeves and hem, and checked him.

Xie Chen teased him: "This was chopped up on the battlefield a year ago. At that time, the bones were exposed. Grandpa didn't let me scream, it hurt me to death; this was done a few months ago. Almost put..."

Soon, Xie Chen saw that his state was not right, Song Jiao lowered his head and said nothing.

Xie Chen quickly changed his words: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, just teasing you."

Song Jiao reached out and patted his wound: "Really?"

Xie Shen nodded: "Really."

Song Jiao pinched the flesh on his scar and gently pulled it.

Xie Chen deliberately grinned: "This hurts so much."

Xie Chen took advantage of the situation and lay down next to Song Jiao, with his head resting on his thigh. When Song Jiao pushed him, he was confident and did not move a muscle.

"I want my wife to touch it."

Xie Chen is like a wild wolf who has been fighting outside for a year, with blood, scars, and hair all over his body.

As soon as he met his wife, the wild wolf began to act like a baby. When he lay down on the ground, he began to show his belly and act like a baby. He asked his wife to comb his hair and move his belly, otherwise he would not get up.

Song Jiao couldn't push him away, so she could only follow his wishes and stroke his hair.

Xie Chen took his hand and brought his hand to his face: "I want to touch my face."

Song Jiao didn't know why he touched his face, so he did as he wanted.

His fingertips slid across Xie Chen's eye sockets, bridge of nose, and cheeks, past the corners of his lips, and then stopped on his chin.

Xie Chen closed his eyes and held back a smile on his handsome face, which seemed to be enjoying himself.

Song Jiao also found it funny looking at him, what is there to touch?

His hand went down, pressed on Xie Chen's neck, and stopped on his Adam's apple.

Probably because some switch was touched, Xie Chen suddenly opened his eyes: "Mamao, it's not allowed here."

"Oh." Song Jiao turned his hand back, pinching his chin, nose, and ears, thinking it was fun.

The two of them stayed like this for a while in peace, without saying anything, they just said everything they had said in the past year.

I don't know how long it took, when even Xie Chen was about to fall asleep, the hand resting on his face suddenly changed its tactile sensation.

He opened his eyes, and happened to meet Song Jiao who was leaning over.

Song Jiao was caught in the act, straightened up quickly, and pushed him away: "I just want to see if you are asleep."

Xie Chen leaned his back, sat up, and leaned over to touch the corner of his lips: "I'm not asleep."

Song Jiao did not return to Fengxiang City, but stayed in Rentian City.

These days he is relatively free, just helping Grandpa Xie with some paperwork, and occasionally going out with Xie Chen to watch the army training.

Grandpa Xie didn't want him to be tired, so every time he didn't sit for half an hour, he let him go out to play.

At first, Song Jiao was worried that Grandpa Xie would not be able to handle the paperwork by himself, but later he found out that Grandpa Xie was able to.

Although he is impatient, he understands everything and knows how to reply.

After Prime Minister Song left, he also began to study hard.

Song Jiao felt relieved.

Xie Chen was afraid that rumors and rumors would hurt Song Jiao, so every time he and Song Jiao were in front of others, he would try his best to hold down his hand that was ready to move, and climbed the window to look for him every night, and climbed out of the window before dawn.

Song Jiao said that there is no need to bother, but Xie Chen insisted on doing so.

Xie Chen thought that he should wait for the world to settle down, and let the news of his and Song Jiao's wedding spread throughout the world, instead of spreading gossip and gossip.

He keeps his promises.

Song Jiao also thought it was right, so he went with him.

But Xie Chen couldn't restrain himself occasionally, avoiding every hug, kiss, even an eye contact and a smile from the crowd, he seemed to cherish it all the more.

Even after experiencing so much blood and gunpowder, Xie Chen's heart was still beating hard for Song Jiao.

That night, as usual, Song Jiao left a window for Xie Chen, and Xie Chen climbed in through the window.

The system said to Song Jiao: "I understand, you don't need to say sorry."

Then he shielded himself.

Xie Chen and Song Jiao talked for a while as usual, then thought about going out for a walk.

Anyway, there is no one outside now, and they can't sleep, so they just go out to patrol.

The two sneaked out and wandered around the palace road.

Not far away, they saw two people in front of them.

One is kneeling, and the other is standing in front of that person, far away.

Song Jiao recognized it immediately: "Auntie..."

Needless to say, the kneeling one is Second Master Xie.

Song Jiao and Xie Chen had no intention of inquiring about the affairs between them, they turned around and prepared to take another route, but before leaving, Song Jiao faintly heard two words.

"May I live forever as a dog at my wife's feet."

Mrs. Huijing said indifferently: "This life has been wasted, what are you talking about forever?"

Song Jiao and Xie Chen changed to a place where no one was around, and walked on the road.

Song Jiao said: "Second Aunt can't forgive Second Uncle, Second Aunt will handle this matter by herself, now she is determined to be a female general."

Xie Chen folded his hands and nodded: "Yes."

It was a bit cold at night, and the two of them still walked not far away, and stopped at a place where the lanterns could be seen, leaning side by side against the wall, standing for a while, talking one after another.

Song Jiao touched his belly: "I'm a little hungry, I want to eat some snacks, I want to eat chestnut cakes."

Xie Chen turned his head to look at him, suddenly stood up straight, and looked down at him, it was obvious what he wanted.

Song Jiao opened her eyes wide and complained, "You're not listening to me at all."

Xie Chen lowered his head: "You didn't listen to me either."

"You obviously didn't speak just now."

"I said, I said I want to kiss."

"You didn't say that."

"I said it in my heart."

After being separated from his wife for a year, Xie Chen's love style is extremely standard, as long as he is alone with Song Jiao, he can't help but want to kiss and hug him.

Song Jiao pursed her lips in feigned anger, then stretched out her hand, grabbed his chin, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his cheek.

When Song Jiao returned to his original state, he suddenly saw——

At the corner behind Xie Chen, there was a person standing there.

Song Jiao was startled, quickly grabbed Xie Chen's hand, and pulled him behind her.

"Auntie, I..."

Mrs. Huijing was stunned at first, then covered her face with her hands, turned to leave, and finally smoothed her hair, turned back, and choked out a sentence: "It's come true! Mother, it's coming true!"

She couldn't help screaming and cheering.