The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

After the uprising this year, the young men in the bandit village basically went out to fight.

These children have not seen their father for more than half a year.

Master Xie carried Xie Chen onto the horse's back, made him sit up, took off his helmet and put it on for him, and hung up his longbow on his waist for him.

Xie Chen sat on the horse with his head held high, very proud: "I am a great general!"

In the next second, the head took off his helmet, leaned over and stabbed him in the face with his beard.

"Aw!" Xie Chen covered his face, punched his father's armor with a backhand, and let out another "Aw".

He rubbed his hands vigorously, and when he looked up, he saw Song Jiao still standing there.

Why can't he come...

Xie Chen suddenly remembered something. His mother seemed to have told him before that Song Jiao's parents passed away very early.

Song Jiao was dragged here by force, they were still in class just now.And Song Jiao just stood there, with his head down, grabbing the hem of his clothes with both hands, trying to pull all the rabbit fur off the hem of the clothes.

Xie Chen suddenly felt guilty, and looked back at his father: "Father."

"Huh?" Seeing his appearance, Mr. Xie thought that he had caused trouble, "What's wrong? Did you make your mother angry again?"

"No." Xie Chen shook his head and thought for a while, "Father, can I have a younger brother?"

If Song Jiao had no parents, he could force him—note, it was only force, let Song Jiao be his younger brother, so that Song Jiao would have parents.

Xie Chen waved to Song Jiao, wanting him to come over quickly.

But Song Jiao didn't seem to want to accept his love.

He glared at Xie Chen with his red eyes, turned around and ran away.

Song Jiao was alone, walking pitifully against the crowd, bumping into others several times, he said "I'm sorry", others were busy looking for someone, and didn't care.

Then a yellow figure emerged from the crowd and said systematically, "Why did you come here? I just took a nap."

Seeing Song Jiao's expression, he quickly asked, "What's wrong? Mao Mao, what's wrong with you?"

"Woo..." Song Jiao wiped his eyes and continued to walk forward, "I'm going back to find Grandpa."

The system quickly followed up: "Oh, okay, go back and find grandpa."

Song Jiao said with tears in his voice: "My grandfather also has a beard, and he can prick people too."

He wiped his eyes and walked forward, accidentally bumped into another person, and still cried when he opened his mouth: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The person he hit quickly picked him up: "Maomao, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Song Jiao raised his head and realized that the person he bumped into this time was Mrs. Xie. He closed his eyes hard, suppressed his tears, and called out, "Auntie."

Madam Xie took out a handkerchief, wiped his face, and walked forward with him in her arms: "What's wrong? Who bullied you?"

Song Jiao didn't speak.

At this time, Mrs. Xie had carried him out of the crowd and walked in front of the army.

Master Xie immediately stopped fighting with his son, cleared his face, and dismounted: "Hi, wife!"

Xie Chen and him were carved out of the same mold: "Hi, mother! Hi, Mao Mao!"

Mrs. Xie sighed amusedly, and went forward with her arms around Song Jiao, but when Song Jiao saw Xie Chen on the horse, he hugged Mrs. Xie's neck, turned around, and leaned his face on Mrs. Xie's shoulder, She turned her back to Xie Shen.

It turned out to be because of this.Mrs. Xie glanced at him and understood a little.

She also put Song Jiao on the horse's back: "Come on, Mao Mao and Ah Chen ride together."

Song Jiao was still a little scared, so she said: "It's okay, sit still, clamp your legs tightly, and hold on to the reins."

Before Song Jiao could hold the reins, Xie Chen hugged him and called out coquettishly: "Mao Mao."

Mrs. Xie patted him: "Ah Chen, don't mess around."

"No nonsense." Xie Chen hugged Song Jiao, twisting and twisting, "Maomao, Maomao..."

He just felt a little guilty, if he hadn't pulled Song Jiao over, Song Jiao wouldn't have cried.

He quarreled for a while, but Song Jiao couldn't take it anymore, so he patted his hand and said solemnly, "Don't move around, you will fall."

"Oh." Xie Chen leaned over to look at him, and saw that his red eyes had disappeared, so he was relieved.

He pinched Song Jiao's face, like a little bully: "Smile."

Song Jiao lowered her head and whispered, "I don't want it."

"Hurry up, I'm going to poke your dick."

Song Jiao raised his head and looked at him in disbelief. He thought that Xie Chen knew he was wrong and deliberately made him happy. Although the method was a bit tough, it was still understandable.

Didn't expect him to do it for this!

Song Jiao complained loudly: "Xie Chen, you hate it to death!"

Seeing that he didn't smile, Xie Chen leaned over by himself, opened his "bloody mouth", and bit him with a "chirp".

Song Jiao froze in place.

The system tore up a "face-biting" emoticon package, and then started barking at Xie Shen.

woof woof!Let me go!

At that time, Master Xie and Mrs. Xie were talking, when they heard the barking of the puppy, they turned their heads to look.

Mrs. Xie:? ? ?

"Xie Chen, let go of your mouth!"

Thank you Big Master:! ! !

"Hey, wife, who is this little girl? Dad is looking for a child bride for him again? Didn't you agree not to look for her? But this time, Ah Chen seems to like her very much."

As he spoke, he even winked at Xie Chen, and Xie's father and son met their eyes tacitly.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Song Jiao was even more stunned.

The eyes of Xie's family were too bad. Xie Chen used to regard the cleaned Song Jiao as a little girl, and now Xie Chen's father did the same.

It turned out to be genetic.

Song Jiao regained consciousness and said loudly, "I am..."

Before he could say the word "boy", he met Master Xie's eyes, and suddenly he didn't dare to speak.

Grandpa Xie has a big beard and is the door god. His son seems to be the same, with a lot of beards, and he looks like a door god.

Woohoo, it's scary.

Song Jiao shrank her neck, not daring to speak.

Mrs. Xie raised her hand and patted the back of Mr. Xie's head: "Open your eyes and see clearly, this is my son."

Xie Chen answered immediately: "Father, you are my companion."

Master Xie nodded: "Oh, it's my father's mistake."

"Hmm..." Xie Chen tilted his head and thought for a while, "But it's not impossible to be a wife in the future."

Song Jiao turned her head: "That's not possible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was suddenly picked up from the horse by a man.

Master Xie saluted with Mrs. Xie: "Father."

Xie Chen also called out: "Grandpa."

"Well, I'm back." Master Xie hugged Song Jiao in his arms, and looked at Xie Chen, "Brother Chen, you're taking advantage of someone else again. I don't know who you look like with a thick skin."

Master Xie hurriedly rescued his son: "Like me like me, not like his grandfather you."

Master Xie laughed: "Then who are you like?"

"Of course I am like Dad."

Song Jiao lay in the arms of Mr. Xie, rolling his eyes slowly.The father of Mr. Xie is Mr. Mr. Xie, so Xie Chen is still like him in the end.

His eyes turned from the three people, Xie's grandfather and grandson, who were side by side.

Grandpa Xie has a huge beard, bigger than his face; Master Xie has a slightly smaller beard, as big as his face; Xie Chen has no beard yet.

Ho!

Song Jiao was shocked. He was suddenly worried that Xie Chen would not grow a beard in the future.

He tried to imagine that scene, and then his whole body went bad.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Mr. Xie asked him: "Mamao, why don't you make our brother Shen a wife?"

Song Jiao grabbed his beard and subconsciously said, "Xie Chen will also grow a beard in the future."

Master Xie laughed, patted him, and said to Master Xie, "This is the grandson of Army Master Song. He is smart. I plan to recognize him as my grandson."

"Father is the one who decides, Brother Shen seems to like it very much too." Master Xie asked, "I just don't know, is this kid older than Brother Shen, or younger?"

"A few months younger than Brother Shen."

Xie Chen rode on the horse, shook his feet, looked at Song Jiao, and shouted with a smile: "Brother Mao Mao."

"However..." Mr. Xie changed the subject, "I plan to make Mao Mao my brother."

Xie Chen was dissatisfied and shouted: "Grandpa!"

"Brother Shen, have you forgotten? When you lied last time, we agreed that you will be the younger brother and Mao Mao will be the older brother."

"I didn't say yes!"

Xie Chen, who had the misfortune to be reduced to "brother", cried like a pig on his horseback.

Master Xie has already prepared everything and is waiting for them to come back.

The celebration banquet and the banquet for adopting the grandson were held together on the third day after Master Xie came back.

People are happy when they are happy.

Mr. Xie has been coveting his well-behaved and considerate grandson for a long time. Earlier, he wished he could kick General Wu and replace him on the field. Now he finally got what he wanted, and he was so happy from ear to ear.

Of course Mrs. Xie also likes Song Jiao. She secretly thought about being his godmother. She originally thought that her father-in-law would not agree, but she thought about it slowly, but she did not expect her father-in-law to mention this matter himself, so of course she agreed.

As for the head of the family, since neither his father nor his wife objected, he just nodded his head.

Only Xie Chen was not happy.

He became a younger brother for no reason, and he was still Song Jiao's younger brother. No one thought that the grandfather was telling the truth a few days ago, and he was laughed to death by his friends these days.

He is no longer the boss of the bandit village.

Early this morning, in the lobby, a group of bandits were watching the ceremony below. Mr. Xie and Grandpa Song sat at the main seats, Mr. Xie and his wife sat first on the left, and Xie Chen was on the right.

Xie Chen was sitting on the stone chair, still sulking, with a stern face, kicking his feet once and for all.

Then, a few bandits brought in Song Jiao who was wearing new clothes, and the little yellow dog beside him was also wearing new clothes.

Song Jiao had obviously not woken up yet, his eyes hadn't been opened yet, and he walked unsteadily, staggering from time to time, and was pulled back by the bandits by his collar.

Mr. Xie propped his head up, his eyes full of appreciation.

Xie Chen also held his head up, his eyes were spitting fire!

He stretched out his hand and pinched Song Jiao's figure from a distance, as if he was pinching a little Song Jiao in his hand, pinching him back and forth, pinching him back and forth.

pissed him off!

Song Jiao was brought by several bandits in front of the cushion placed in the middle of the hall, and knelt down to salute.

He bent down to touch the soft cushion, and after making sure that kneeling on it would not hurt, he climbed up, knelt on the soft cushion obediently, looked up at Mr. Xie with sleepy eyes.

The ceremony was presided over by Mr. Liu. He dug out the dress he had worn in the Qing Dynasty Palace, stood up straight, and began to read the tribute.

"The youngest son of the Song family, talented and intelligent..."

Song Jiao was drowsy, probably didn't understand what he was talking about.

Until the words "Li Cheng" fell, Song Jiao was almost hypnotized.

Seeing that he didn't move, Mr. Liu gave him a slight push.

Song Jiao turned her head, eyes confused: "Huh?"

Mr. Liu knelt down and reminded him in a low voice: "Maomao, it's time to salute."

"Oh." Song Jiao raised his hands, and was going to kowtow, but he didn't stop the car for a while, and with a snap, he lay down on the ground, and gave a "five body throwing" ceremony to Mr. Xie.

He knocked his head and let out a "woo" in pain, and he was about to cry.

Master Xie hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, no need to pray anymore, help up quickly, help up quickly."

So several bandits clamped Song Jiao's arms again, pulled him up from the ground, and put him on the ground.

and then?

Song Jiao turned to look at Teacher Liu with a questioning look.

Mr. Liu reminded him again: "It's time to serve tea to Mr. Xie, um, don't forget what you should call him now."

"I see." Song Jiao rubbed his eyes, pulled himself together, and walked up the steps.

Mr. Liu smiled and watched him go up.

Song Jiao walked in front of Mr. Xie, took the teacup from the bandit, held it in both hands, and handed it to him, saying in a childlike voice, "Fourth Grandpa, please drink tea."

Mr. Xie's smile froze, and before he had time to ask anything, Song Jiao said again: "Oh, it's so hot, I can't hold it, Fourth Grandpa quickly take it."

Mr. Xie could only take the teacup first, trying to pull out a smile: "Maomao, why am I the 'fourth grandpa'? Who are the first three?"

Song Jiao counted for him with his fingers: "I already have a grandpa and a grandpa."

"Well, what about the third one?"

"It's Teacher Liu." Song Jiao turned her head, covered her hands with her hands, and yawned, "I slept well last night, so my grandfather and Teacher Liu called me up and asked Teacher Liu to be my third grandfather. So Grandpa Xie can only be ranked fourth. After a whole night, I was so sleepy."

Worship grandpa all night.

This is really intentional, right?

Mr. Xie looked at Mr. Liu, who was neither humble nor overbearing, and saluted him.General Wu on the side laughed wildly as he "revenges his great revenge".

Master Xie looked at Junshi Song who was sitting next to him.

Song Jiao also offered tea to his grandfather: "Grandpa drinks tea."

"Okay, good boy." Song Junshi took the teacup and raised his hand to thank the old master, "Please, old master."

The old bandit gritted his teeth, picked up the teacup angrily, and drank it in one gulp.

Good guy, among these grandpas, he is the youngest?

He is the youngest!

The bandit, who had always been the boss, was about to explode.

Song Jiao sticks over: "Fourth Grandpa, would you like to drink more? You look like you're on fire."

Mr. Xie met his eyes and was instantly purified. He patted his head and said, "Okay, then, grandpa, have another drink."

"Okay, then I'll serve it to Grandpa Fourth."

"Mamao, let's say 'Thank you, Grandpa' from now on."

"Ah?" Song Jiao hesitated, "But this sounds strange, like thanking grandpa."

That's better than reminding him that he's the "fourth" all the time.

Xie Laodang insisted, so Song Jiao had no choice but to agree: "Okay then, Si..."

Master Xie looked at him, Song Jiao quickly changed his words: "Thank you, grandpa."

Then Song Jiao offered tea to Master Xie and Mrs. Xie: "Godfather, godmother."

The two took the teacup, and when the head drank tea, he paid attention to Xie Chen's expression.

He still had a straight face, and sat on the seat with his arms folded angrily.

After the couple had finished drinking tea, Mr. Xie said, "Maomao, you go sit with brother Shen and let him serve you tea."

"Okay." Song Jiao turned around and ran to Xie Chen, raised his head and said to Xie Chen, "Xie Chen, grandpa asked you to serve me tea."

After saying this, he climbed onto the huge stone chair, moved his buttocks, and sat with Xie Chen.

Xie Chen didn't move, and Mr. Xie urged him again: "Brother Shen, hurry up and serve tea to your brother."

Xie Shen lowered his head with a gloomy expression.Song Jiao sensed something was wrong with him, thought for a while, and finally said: "Let's forget it, I don't want to drink tea."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Chen, who was originally sitting like a wolf, suddenly jumped up, held Song Jiao down, and towards his face, ruthlessly chirped - took a bite.

From the eyes of others, it is a kiss, but to Xie Chen, it is a bite!Bite with power like a wolf!

Master Xie clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "So Brother Shen likes Mao Mao so much?"

Xie Chen was taken aback, how could he be seen to like his wolf-like bite?So he lowered his head again and "bited" Song Jiao again.

Ow!

As soon as Mr. Xie waved, the friends of Xie Chen and Song Jiao quickly stepped forward and separated the two of them.

"Brother Mao, Brother Mao, forget it, forget it."

Song Jiao wiped the drool off his face: "Xie Chen, you hate it to death!"

Xie Chen thought to himself, I'm the only one who is angry. He is obviously younger than me, and he is still an older brother. I am so angry. I must bite a few more bites in the future, and bite back all the losses I suffered in terms of seniority.

The bandit army returned victorious, and had a feast for three days and three nights.

Master Xie also formally introduced Army Master Song to everyone at the celebration banquet.

Everyone complained quite a bit, but due to the majesty of Mr. Xie, they didn't dare to speak.

It was almost the Chinese New Year in a blink of an eye, but at this moment, the Qing Kingdom sent envoys to ask for peace, and demanded that the Great Historian of the Song Dynasty be returned.