The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

, not next time. "

"They just kept bullying me."

Xie Chen couldn't understand: "Who?"

Song Jiao whined: "Friends in the capital, they have been bullying me. When grandpa was punished by the emperor, they didn't play with me, ignored me, and said that I did something wrong and asked me to change it myself. I tried my best to change it, but they still ignored me."

"You didn't do anything wrong." Xie Chen hugged him, "Don't cry, anyway, you're not going back to the capital, we all like you, and I, I like you too."

"That's good." Song Jiao sniffed, "If I don't have a friend before I die, that's really bad. When I was in kindergarten, I had many friends."

"You won't die, your grandpa will come after a while."

"Hey, I used to have a grandfather who was the dean in the kindergarten. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear the grandfather here."

Xie Chen, who had been tense all the time, couldn't help crying when he heard this sentence: "I can't bear to part with my grandpa either!"

Only the system knows that what Song Jiao is talking about is what happened before he traveled.

Song Jiao has always been used to calling the orphanage a kindergarten.

The two children hugged each other and cried loudly, tears streaming down their cheeks, and when they were crying hoarsely, someone suddenly lifted the stone slab above their heads.

The man seemed a little surprised: "Alive!"

"Quick!" The people outside urged, and the man grabbed them out with one in each hand.

Mr. Liang, who was still arrogant and arrogant just now, is now in a state of embarrassment, with his hat turned over and his shoes dropped.

The fire was blazing outside the door, and the bandits surrounded the small house, everyone held a torch in their hands, and they were menacing.

Master Liang took the two children and wiped their faces: "Baby, why are you crying? Don't cry, don't cry."

He hugged the two of them, and tried to walk towards the head of the old master Xie, flattering: "Old master, old master, it's okay, the two young masters are fine, safe and sound."

Master Xie rode on his horse and gave him a sideways glance, but with just this one glance, Mr. Liang's legs were so weak that he couldn't walk anymore.

Master Xie raised his bow and arrow and aimed at him: "Qingguo's weak bones."

Mr. Liang grabbed a child casually and stood in front of him: "Old Master, don't be impulsive, be careful of accidental injury."

Master Xie let out a low laugh, drew his bow and string: "If he dares to say anything, he is not my grandson of Xie Taichong."