The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

After running in the desert all day, Song Jiao at this time is not very good-looking.

His hair was disheveled, his blue smock was gray, his face and hands were black and gray.The little dog in my arms was also dirty, the little yellow dog was about to turn into a little black dog.

And Song Jiao was dirtier than that puppy.

Xie Chen——the name of Young Master Mao Mao, he almost suspected that his subordinates just caught a little beggar on the street to fool him... his grandfather.

Realizing that he was looking at him, Song Jiao hugged the puppy and shrank back, he was so frightened that he burst into tears.

The little bandit looks so fierce!

Song Jiao backed up, backed up, and unknowingly retreated to the edge of the table.

He moved back further, and suddenly half of his buttocks sat empty, and he was about to fall down.

"oops!"

At the critical moment, Song Jiao waved his arms vigorously, trying to maintain his balance and not let himself fall.

"Yeah!"

In the end, the bandit who caught him helped him and made him sit up again.

"Puchi-"

A dozen bandits standing in two rows laughed at the same time.

Song Jiao puffed her cheeks and looked around angrily.

Xie Chen also smiled, then withdrew his feet from the table, and said arrogantly: "Send him back, I don't want a fool."

Song Jiao and the little yellow dog in his arms were stunned.How dare you talk nonsense, Song Jiao is the smartest little genius!

Xie Chen got up to leave, Song Jiao looked at his back and gave him a "slightly slight" meal.

Behind Song Jiao, the bandit who brought him back was talking with other people.

"What should we do now? Listen to the young master and send him back?"

"Take it back first and let the old master have a look, and wait for the old master to say something."

"Too."

Song Jiao withdrew her grimacing hand, touched her ears, thought for a while, put the puppy aside, and was about to climb off the table.

Maybe it was because he almost fell just now, and he was still a little scared, so he lay on the table and moved out little by little.

Two feet dangling from the edge of the table, pedaling hard, pedaling for a long time, before landing safely.

Song Jiao stood on tiptoe and picked up the puppy on the table. Just as he was about to slip away, the bandit who captured him held his head down.

"Don't run around."

Song Jiao pointed at Xie Chen and raised his head: "I want to be with him."

The bandit raised his eyebrows and let go of his hand: "It's fine, if you can become the young master's companion, it's also your luck, go."

"Thank you uncle." Song Jiao smiled at him, then ran away with the puppy in his arms.

He stopped two or three steps behind Xie Chen, pinched the hem of his clothes, and followed him cautiously, sticking his head out from time to time, wanting to see his expression.

Although it is a bit dark and ugly, it is still cute.

Xie Chen kind of enjoyed the feeling of being paid attention to.

All the way to the garrison mansion in Liangzhou City, Xie Chen stood in front of the mansion gate, folded his hands, raised his head and said, "If you have nowhere to go, although you can't be my companion, you can still be my little brother. If you call me 'big brother', I will let you stay."

He waited for a while, but he didn't hear a soft "big brother".

Xie Chen turned around in doubt.

The little brother is gone, and he ran away early and disappeared!

After following Xie Chen into the garrison mansion, Song Jiao took advantage of his inattention, hid to the side, and slipped away by another road.

Walking through the dark alley, the system asked, "What are you going to do now?"

"Go to my grandfather first."

"Still looking for your grandfather? This place has become a bandit stronghold."

"There are two possibilities. The first one is that my grandfather was caught by the bandits; the second one..." Song Jiao paused, then whispered, "My grandfather and the bandits may be in the same group."

He looked around and quickly ran through the corridor: "When I came here, there were no signs of fighting at the city gate, on the streets, and in the garrison mansion, so it should be the second type. My grandfather and the bandits were in the same group."

The system asked: "Where have you seen a war?"

Song Jiao said confidently: "On TV."

"You still remember this. So you still go to your grandfather now?"

"Yeah." Song Jiao wiped his face, "Grandpa is still outside, I don't know if he is looking for me too, I need to find Grandpa quickly and let Grandpa send someone to find Grandpa. If Grandpa and the bandits are in the same group ...Those bandits can even hear me talking to others, there must be people everywhere, and they should be able to find grandpa soon. Although grandpa will definitely be unhappy, but...we'd better find him first."

"it is good."

Song Jiao ran fast.

The system asked again: "Have you been here before?"

"No."

"Then you run so fast?"

"Run to the highest place. Those who live in the highest castle should be guards, right?" Before the system could answer, Song Jiao asked and answered, "It may also be the princess and prince."

"..."

Anyway, Song Jiao came to the highest castle.

He squatted in the corner, waiting for a group of bandits to leave, and then ran over with a low waist.

He lay on the door, tiptoed, and poked a hole in the paper pasting the door with his fingers, only to find that he seemed to be...

Can't see that hole.

Song Jiao was a little anxious and wanted to climb up to have a look, but the next second, he pushed the door open.

He snapped and fell into the door like a small cannonball.

In front of him, in the middle of the room, two men sitting on a mat looked at each other.

Song Jiao hurriedly got up from the ground, seeing the middle-aged man with curly hair and armor, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Ugh..."

Song Jiao walked towards him, but the man didn't seem to recognize him, and even stepped back.

A small black briquette suddenly fell from the sky, even the old general Wu, who has fought countless battles in Liangzhou, would feel terrified.

Seeing him retreating, Song Jiao opened his mouth wide with a wow: "Grandpa!"

Hearing him yelling like this, Old General Wu realized that he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he stepped forward and touched his face.

He said in surprise: "My mother, you are really mama."

The bright moon is bright, and the rabbit is pounding medicine. "Mao Mao" is Song Jiao's nickname, which is only known by family members.

Song Jiao's tears rushed out two marks on his dark face, and Old General Wu wiped his face for him.

"Why did you come here like this? Didn't I send someone to pick you up and your grandpa? Where's your grandpa?"

Song Jiao choked and said, "I got separated from Grandpa, Grandpa will send someone to find Grandpa..."

"Okay, okay, grandpa will send someone there right away." Old General Wu coaxed him, "Why did you come here alone? Are you not injured?"

"No." Song Jiao shook his head and said angrily, "The bandits rebelled, and the emperor didn't let grandpa go back, so grandpa refused to turn back. I was afraid that I wouldn't find grandpa, so I didn't dare to go back, so I kept walking."

He looked up to the sky and cried loudly: "I was almost caught by bandits! Wow!"

Old General Wu turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man who was sitting with him just now.

The figure of that man was like a mountain, with a black face and curly beard. Although he was wearing armor like the old general Wu, he was not wearing the armor prescribed by the imperial court. He looked like a private soldier, or...

The bandit in Song Jiao's mouth.

Over there, Song Jiao was still accusing the bandits of their bad deeds: "The old bandit still wants me to accompany the little bandit as a reading companion, the little bandit is so vicious!"

Old General Wu looked at the old bandit embarrassingly, and gave him a polite smile.

The old bandit got up and stepped forward quickly.

Old General Wu hurriedly protected Song Jiao behind him: "Hey, Lao Xie, what are you fussing about, kid?"

The old bandit ignored him, stretched out his hand, pinched Song Jiao's collar, grabbed him, pinched his shoulder, then pinched his arm, and finally pinched his fingers.

Song Jiao wanted to cry at first, but when she looked up, she saw that he looked like the door god pasted on the door during the Chinese New Year, choked up and couldn't cry anymore.

The old bandit snorted, but raised his eyebrows: "It's the bones of a scholar, soft."

He turned his head and called out: "Come on! Call the gatekeeper over today, how did this little baby get in? Martial law has become like this, and he doesn't work anymore? Then let the eldest daughter-in-law come over and take this little black After washing the briquettes, bring them to Ah Chen to have a look."

Who is Ah Chen?Song Jiao was puzzled.

I only heard the old bandit continue: "To save him from always saying that he doesn't want to study without a companion, it would be nice to find one for him this New Year's Eve. It's the right thing to study early. He thinks he's picking a wife. He hates it. "

Only then did Song Jiao realize that this was the little bandit's grandfather, the one who wanted him to accompany the little bandit.

As soon as he escaped from the little bandit, he plunged into the old bandit.

Song Jiao kicked his feet in the air, help!

Song Jiao didn't dare to speak ill of the bandits anymore, so she hid behind her grandfather and whispered to him.

The old bandit Da Ma sat with a golden knife, and several bandits in front of him were reporting on the question of "how did this little boy Song Jiao get into the city".

The bandit who caught Song Jiao first reported: "Report to the old master. The younger one was ordered to go to Yunzhou to buy cotton. On the way, he heard this little baby talking to others, saying that he was the grandson of the great historian of Song Dynasty. The younger one remembered, The old master wanted this little baby to accompany the young master, so he kept an eye on him all the way to the outside of Liangzhou city."

Old General Wu patted Song Jiao's head, feeling deeply relieved: "That's right, it is indeed the blood of my Wu family. It is good to go forward despite difficulties and go for thousands of miles."

Just at this moment, a young woman came in with two maids.

The bandit who replied stepped back first: "Mrs. Master."

The woman known as the "wife in charge" saluted the old bandit: "Father." She looked at Song Jiao: "Is this the child?"

"Well, you take him down to wash first, and then show Ah Chen. Tell him, there are no other companions, this is all."

"Yes." The lady in charge waved at Song Jiao with a gentle expression, "Maomao, come."

Song Jiao tugged at Grandpa's sleeve, hesitated: "Grandpa..."

The old bandit glanced at him, then waved his hand to the person who answered, telling him to continue.

"So I stopped the carriage and asked the little baby where he was going, and I took him for a ride. Then he said, he went to find his grandfather."

Old General Wu nodded in satisfaction: "Well, that's the truth."

The person who answered raised his eyes slightly: "But this little doll seems to regard me as a flirt, he said to me: 'My grandfather died, leaving me with seven cousins.' Asked me if I want to find his cousin elder brother."

This time it was the old bandit's turn to laugh.

Old General Wu's smile froze, and he turned to look at Song Jiao.

Song Jiao hastily let go of his grandfather's sleeves, and rushed to the wife in charge: "Beautiful lady, let's... let's go."

"Okay, let's go, little cat."

Song Jiao smiled, and took the hand of the beautiful lady.

The beautiful lady took Song Jiao to the castle on the other side, thinking that he must be hungry, so she asked someone to make some snacks for him first, which were all tastes of the capital, and let him take a bath when he was full. The yellow dog also arranged to wash it up.

Song Jiao soaked in the barrel and rubbed her hair.

The bandit village doesn't seem to be that scary either. The old bandits and the young bandits are both fierce, but the wife in charge is very gentle.

Song Jiao smirked twice, and the head wife said warmly outside: "Mamao, wash up quickly, don't catch a cold. Do you want me to send someone in to help you?"

Song Jiao replied "No" and climbed out of the tub.

He changed into the clean clothes his wife had prepared for him, and went outside.

The washed Song Jiao was very clean and pleasing, with a small stature, black hair, round almond eyes, and a round face, with baby fat that hadn't faded.

The headed wife liked it, pulled him over, let him sit on the small couch, and helped him brush his hair.

He raised his head: "Pretty lady, how do you know my name is 'Mao Mao'?"

"When your mother was pregnant with you, she wrote to me. She said you were a rabbit, so she wanted to call you 'Mao Mao'."

Song Jiao's parents passed away a few years ago, and he has been living with his grandfather.

He has no impression of his mother: "Do you know my mother? But isn't my mother in the capital?"

"When your mother hasn't gone to the capital, can't she live here with your grandfather? I live here too, of course I know her, she and I are the best friends."

"really?"

"Really." The head wife gave him a snack, and asked him carefully how he got here and whether he was injured.

Song Jiao said everything, and the wife in charge stroked his hair: "But it's hard for you, you have been running in the desert at a young age. Don't be afraid, before they find your grandfather, you will be here." Live with me first, no one else is afraid, but there is one person, you must never play with him."

Song Jiao was frightened: "Who is it?"

"I have a culprit, the devil king..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the room opened.

First, a wolf fur cloak was thrown in, and then there was a voice: "Mother, I'm back."

The wolf fur cloak was accurately placed on Song Jiao's head, covering his whole body.

Song Jiao hurriedly got out of the cloak, revealing a small head.

Seeing him, Xie Chen choked for a moment, then turned his head: "Mom, I even said that I don't want a child bride."