The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao couldn't help correcting him: "It's a 'clear break'."

Of course Xie Chen refused to believe it: "It's just 'one knife and one cut'!"

"No." Song Jiao sat up and tugged at his sleeve, telling him to turn around and look, "I cut my pillow with a knife, and my pillow became two pieces."

Xie Chen also sat up and stated his logic: "When we cook potato soup, we add chopped green onion to it. Should we just cut a slice of green onion and pour a section of chopped green onion into the pot? So it's 'one cut, one cut'."

Song Jiao was stunned, blinked his eyes, and thought for a while, as if it made sense.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Xie Chen was very proud: "I'm right?"

Song Jiao was still a little swaying: "But my pillow..."

"Then I'll try to chop your pillow with a knife now."

The system that takes a selfie in the mirror hastily put down the mirror, no!Children are not allowed to play with controlled knives!

No, where did these two kids get control knives?

Xie Chen crawled to the side of the bed, dragged the coat he had left beside the bed, and took out a dagger inlaid with gems.

"This is a new one my grandfather bought for me. The one was broken last time." He drew the knife out of its sheath and let out two breaths on the tip of the knife.

Song Jiao asked doubtfully, "It's not a paper airplane."

"You, you don't understand, this is a precious sword that blows iron..."

"Is it decisive and cutting iron like mud?"

"..." Xie Chen snorted, "Don't interrupt me. If you don't breathe out, it hasn't woken up yet. You have to wake it up. Hahaha!"

Xie Chen breathed out at the dagger again, then took Song Jiao's pillow and placed it in front of him.Song Jiao's pillow was soft and fragrant, with a few small flowers embroidered on it.

Xie Chen aimed the tip of the knife at the pillow.

The system is afraid that they will hurt itself, so it is always paying attention to this side, ready to rush forward and grab the knife at any time.

Just as Xie Chen was about to cut it down, Song Jiao suddenly shouted, "Wait a minute."

The system breathed a sigh of relief, I still have safety awareness.

Song Jiao straightened the pillow: "Cut from the middle."

system:? ? ?

"Understood." Xie Chen responded, holding the dagger in one hand, and pulling it down.

Just heard a "stab".

Xie Chen poked the exposed cotton curiously: "Look, it's just 'one cut, one cut', there are no two sections at all."

Makes sense.

But Song Jiao stared blankly at the little pillow she had been cut open, her eyes unblinking, her expression dull.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and said "Wow", "My pillow, my little flower pillow!"

Xie Chen was startled, and came back to his senses, covering his mouth: "What are you doing? Don't cry, you will attract others."

"I'm going to tell Auntie that you broke my pillow."

"Obviously you asked me to cut it yourself."

Song Jiao choked, and then retorted loudly: "I'm just assuming, assuming, it's you who took the knife!"

If mother knew that he was hacking with a knife, it would be over.

Xie Chen made a decisive decision, put away the dagger, and stuffed him with his pillow: "I'll give you my pillow first, don't tell my mother."

Song Jiao grabbed the corner of the pillow, feeling a little disgusted: "Your pillow is stinky, but mine is fragrant."

"Fart, it's exactly the same, you can't even recognize it yourself." Xie Chen thought for a while, "We are both responsible for breaking the pillow. If we are discovered, we will all be scolded."

Song Jiao puffed her cheeks, thought for a while, and asked, "Then what should I do? Auntie will find out when she sees the pillow."

"Just mend the pillow, don't tell my mother."

"Wow, you can mend pillows?"

"I saw my mother love it before. Such a simple thing can be learned at a glance."

Xie Shen got off the bed, moved a stool, and put it in front of the cabinet.

"When my mother coaxed us to sleep, she often coaxed us while she was doing needlework. There must be needlework here." He opened the cabinet, climbed up on the stool, and took down the embroidery basket that was placed high.

It was almost dawn at this time, and the two children were sitting on the bed facing each other, with the little chopped pillow in the middle.

Song Jiao held the needle and thread with both hands, Xie Chen looked at it for a while, then reached out to take the things over: "You should go and wipe your tears first, crybaby."

Song Jiao hummed, then turned to wipe her face.

When he came back, Xie Chen was already sewing a pillow.

"You stay away, if it hits you, you will cry again. Hiss—"

Song Jiao, who was about to retreat, stepped forward quickly: "Have you been stabbed?"

Xie Chen insisted: "No."

"Let me give you a whir."

Xie Chen paused for a moment, and honestly stretched out a finger: "Don't sneeze, put it in your mouth and take a bite."

"what?"

"My parents are like this." Xie Chen said, "My mother's finger was pricked, so my father would help her eat a bite."

"Okay." Song Jiao really didn't have any experience in this field. He squeezed Xie Chen's fingers, frowned, looked left and right, and opened his mouth wide with a "owwow", just about to eat Xie Chen's fingers, thank you Shen withdrew his hand.

"You eat too slowly, scabs have formed." Xie Chen rubbed his fingers and continued to mend the pillow.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Song Jiao was a little embarrassed, "Why don't you pierce it again, I promise this time will be very fast."

"You curse me!"

"No la."

The two were noisy, and after a while, Xie Chen sewed up the pillow.

But it looks like—

Song Jiao said honestly: "Why do you use black thread? It looks like a big centipede lying on the pillow."

"Fart." Xie Chen thought for a while about how mother ended up, and imitated mother's example, tied a knot in the thread, and then bit off the thread, without changing his face, "I can't see it at all, there is no flaw! "

Xie Chen put the needle and thread back into the embroidery basket, and then put the embroidery basket back into the cabinet.Song Jiao was in charge of arranging the two pillows.

He still finds it obvious.

Just as Xie Chen put the embroidery basket back, there was the sound of the door opening outside.

"Quick, my mother is here, pretend to sleep."

He quickly jumped off the stool, closed the cabinet door, climbed onto the bed, and pushed Song Jiao down.

All actions are done in one go.

There was a creaking door, and Mrs. Xie's deliberately soft footsteps gradually approached. The two children lying on the bed were very nervous.

Xie Chen hugged Song Jiao, and said angrily, "Don't tremble."

"I know... I know." Song Jiao whispered, "But you are also trembling."

On the other side, Mrs. Xie vaguely heard voices on the bed, she guessed that the two children had already woken up, she stepped forward and opened the curtain, the first thing she saw was a big centipede with crooked black threads on the pillow.

Looking at it again, the two children had their eyes tightly closed, and they were still trembling while hugging each other, and it became clear in their hearts.

She deliberately didn't move, just stood by the bed and looked at them.

The two children trembled more and more, and Song Jiao couldn't help laughing.

He asked in a low voice: "Xie Chen, are you alright? I really want to laugh, I don't know why."

Xie Chen gave a "tsk" sound: "I told you not to talk."

After waiting for a while, he couldn't help it, and opened his eyes slightly, slightly, and then bumped into his mother who was bending over to look at him.

He closed his eyes: "My mother hasn't left yet, let's sleep for a while."

Madam Xie straightened up and coughed twice: "Are you both asleep?"

Song Jiao replied in a low voice: "Auntie, Mao Mao fell asleep."

Xie Chen pushed him a bit: "Oh, I can't talk! I can't fall asleep when I talk!"

Mrs. Xie smiled, and asked again: "Who is asleep? Raise your hand and let me have a look."

Song Jiao raised her little hand abruptly: "Maomao fell asleep."

"Oh, Mao Mao fell asleep." Mrs. Xie continued to ask, "Then Ah Chen is not asleep?"

Xie Chen hesitated for a while, then raised his little hand: "I fell asleep too."

Mrs. Xie smiled: "You don't have to go to school today, since you haven't woken up yet, let's let you sleep for a while."

She took one last look at the crooked big centipede, put down the curtain, turned and left.

Both children breathed a sigh of relief, it was so dangerous.

Xie Chen quietly opened his eyes, and saw that his mother had already left, so he pushed Song Jiao: "It's ok." He reminded Song Jiao: "You are too stupid, how can a sleeping person talk?"

Song Jiao also sat up, and said seriously: "A sleeping person can talk in sleep, and if I hadn't answered Auntie in time, Auntie wouldn't have known we were asleep, so she wouldn't..."

Mrs. Xie's voice came from the door: "Then you are talking in your sleep now?"

The two turned their heads and saw Mrs. Xie leaning against the door frame, holding hands and looking at them.

Song Jiao grinned and smiled awkwardly: "Now...now I'm sleepwalking..."

Xie Chen grabbed him, and the two of them lay back on the bed and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Mrs. Xie picked up the two children, washed them up, changed their clothes, and after asking what was going on, she felt angry and funny.

"Hey, just to find an idiom? You don't know how to flip through books? Don't you know how to ask Mr. Liu? Do you want to chop pillows?"

The two children bowed their heads before her.

Madam Xie felt helpless, and took away the embroidery basket she put here, so that they would not be allowed to mess with the needlework in the future.

"I'll tell Grandpa in a few days, how can I give a child a dagger? Confiscate your dagger."

Xie Chen said: "Mother, Mao Mao and I were kidnapped last time, thanks to the fact that I carried a dagger, otherwise..."

"Okay, use it with caution next time." Mrs. Xie stretched out both hands and patted the two children's buttocks, "Okay, let's go out and play."

The two held hands and went out.

It's just that both of them seem to feel that something is wrong.

"Xie Chen, did we forget something?"

"I feel so too."

"But I can't remember."

"Me too."

The system that has witnessed everything: You guys were quarreling at the beginning, can you forget the quarrel?What about "one knife and one break"?

I don't understand the world of children, I'm just a weak and bald system.

When the two children walked down the corridor holding hands, the friends had already arrived and were sitting in the corridor talking.

They seemed to have had some quarrel and were arguing.

"It was said by other people, not us. Why are you angry at us? Maomao hasn't played with us recently. He doesn't talk to us anymore, so we don't talk to him either."

Mu Ying blushed, and stomped her feet angrily: "Anyway, Maomao will definitely not return to the Qing Kingdom, and he is not a small spy, you are not allowed to say that about him!"

He doesn't know how to quarrel, so he turned his head to look at Wen Zhi, and asked him for help: "Zhi Duoxing, tell me!"

Wen Zhi thought for a while, and said, "It's really disrespectful for you to say Maomao like this, it's a breach of trust."

Newly learned idioms.

"That's not it, Mao Mao didn't play with us first, we helped him fight with others, and he didn't even come to us!"

I don't know who saw Xie Chen, said something, and the few people stopped arguing, and turned around and shouted: "Brother Shen."

Xie Chen pulled Song Jiao forward.

The two of them finally remembered what they had forgotten.

Xie Chen's face darkened, and he showed his big brother's demeanor: "Why are you arguing? I will take care of Maomao's affairs."

Song Jiao glanced at them. He was a little angry at first, but when he saw that the friend who spoke the loudest just now had a little bruise on his face, he suddenly stopped being angry when he remembered what they said about fighting.

He explained in a low voice: "I didn't stop playing with you. My puppy has been sick these days, so I didn't play with you. I didn't know about it. I only found out this morning."

"Really?" A sparse voice sounded.

"Really." Song Jiao turned around and grabbed the little yellow dog, showing it in all directions, "Look, he's bald."

"that is true."

Song Jiao looked at them, and suddenly raised three fingers: "I swear to God, I'm not a small spy, and I didn't want to go back to Qing Kingdom, nor did I not want to play with you on purpose."

His friends were startled by him, they forgot everything, and hurried forward to surround him.

A few friends who were still a little suspicious just now quickly raised their hands: "We also swear to God, we didn't believe you, as long as you explained, we believed you...but you never explained. Otherwise, we wouldn't believe you." I'll fight for you."

Several people rolled up their sleeves or lifted their hair to show him the traces of fighting for their friends.

Song Jiao was so moved that his eyes turned red: "I'll apply ointment for you."

"No, it's been several days, and it doesn't hurt at all."

"Let's go bake potatoes."

These few friends often play together, and they are all young for half a year. Originally, they were angry that Song Jiao didn't play with them, and they didn't care that they went to fight. Now that Song Jiao said it, they all believed it. Things are over.

A group of people are walking down the hallway, going out to play.

Song Jiao looked at Xie Chen: "Are you not injured?"

Just as the other friends were about to speak, Xie Chen raised his chin and said, "Of course not, I have practiced martial arts."

Friends have complicated expressions.

Song Jiao asked again: "Who are you fighting with?"

Muying said: "With Wang Kuang and his subordinates."

Song Jiao touched the tip of his nose: "Who is Wang Kuang?"

"Wang Kuang, that's..." Mu Ying probably didn't know how to explain it, "It's Wang Kuang."

Xie Chen said: "It's the leader of the Earthworm Gang."

"Ah?" Song Jiao was even more confused, "Who is the Earthworm Gang?"

Wen Zhi sighed, and explained to him: "Wang Kuang's grandfather is the second head of the bandit village, and he has retired now. His father, as well as his uncles, all fought in wars and made great military achievements."

Another new idiom.

"He is a few years older than us, and taller than us. His grandfather also taught him martial arts. It was very difficult for us to beat him. When he came to Liangzhou, Mr. Xie sent his family to the city first to make arrangements. He also followed, and he was one step ahead of us, and established a Qinglong Gang in Liangzhou City, and many children belong to this gang."

Song Jiao stroked his chin and thought for a while: "The second elder is in charge? Qinglong Gang?"

"Anyway, the members of their family are all old men in the army. Your grandfather said that he wanted to negotiate a peace with the Qing Kingdom. After so long, the talks have not come to an end. The people in the army are very unhappy, saying that there is something weird about it. Your grandfather must be Qing Guo. The spies sent here were deliberately delaying Qingguo's time, and they also said that Mr. Xie was bewitched by ghosts."

"It must be that his family members said such things, and Wang Kuang heard them."

"That day when we were digging potatoes by the river to eat, Wang Kuang led someone past. He said that we were friends with the little spy, and that we were also spies. Then Brother Shen rushed up to fight him, and finally everyone started fighting."

Changing Wen Zhi to play, it can be regarded as making things clear.

Song Jiao said seriously: "Then if I meet them, I can tell them clearly, right?"

Wen knew: "It's useless. This matter is an adult's business. If adults don't correct it, children will not believe you."

"Well, after I go back, I'll go tell grandpa and let grandpa explain to them."

"I hope it will be useful." Wen Zhi thought for a while, "Then you don't want to go out alone recently, you must follow us, otherwise if there is a fight, you will definitely not be able to beat them alone, there are many of them, and Wang Kuang is still very strong."

Song Jiao was so frightened that tears filled his eyes, he grabbed his sleeve and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I understand, I will follow you closely."

Xie Chen pinched his face: "Coward, I can beat Wang Kuang." He raised his hand and said loudly: "Put the formation."

After receiving the order, everyone quickly moved closer to Song Jiao, posing as if they were fighting.

"Look, I learned this from military books. I've practiced it for several days. Next time I meet Wang Kuang, I'm sure I can beat him." Xie Chen turned his head and saw Song Jiao looking at him with a dazed expression. More and more proud, "I am amazing!"

Song Jiao blinked, not really wanting to admit that he was great, but finally said: "Brother Shen, you can mend pillows and read military books, but you just can't read."

Xie Chen's face turned blue: "You are a bully!"

"It's blood spitting and bullying."

Xie Chen chased him to fight, Song Jiao hid behind his friends and shouted: "End the formation!"

When the friends received the order, no matter who ordered it, they put on a posture and aimed the formation at Xie Chen.

Xie Shen:? ? ?

Song Jiao yelled: "Dynamic light waves! Ba la la energy!"

A move name I've never heard of.

A group of people fought and went outside the city, and sat down under a familiar tree.

Xie Chen assigned the task: "Zhi Duoxing took two people to dig potatoes, and I took two people to collect firewood. Maomao and Yingge stayed to watch things, pick some fruits by the way, and drink water later."

After Xie Chen finished speaking, he recalled the mission and asked his friends to act if there were no omissions.

It is now the end of spring and early summer, and the fruit of the tree they are familiar with is still very green and sour, so they can only soak in water to drink.

Mu Ying climbed up the tree to pick the fruit and threw it on the ground, while Song Jiao grabbed the hem of his clothes and picked up the fruit under the tree.

It didn't take long for Song Jiao to pick up a bag full of fruits. He couldn't hold back, and secretly ate one, and then his whole face wrinkled with sourness: "Sour—dead!"

Muying threw another fruit from the tree: "Maomao, this is edible, I'll eat it for you."

"Thank you." Song Jiao hurriedly peeled off the fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, "Well...it's so sour!"

Muying laughed loudly, and the branches on which he was squatting swayed with his laughter. Song Jiao tried to throw the peeled fruit at him, but he shook his head to avoid it: "I missed it."

Song Jiao grabbed a handful of fruit and threw it at him, like it was raining, this time he couldn't escape and was hit straight.

Song Jiao's brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and then the fruit that flew towards him hit his forehead.

"oops!"

The two made fruit under the tree, and Song Jiao squatted down to pick it up after throwing away all the fruit in his clothes.

"Xie Chen and the others are coming back, hurry up and pick up all the fruits."

"Okay." Just as Muying was about to get down from the tree, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something and turned his head to take a look. His expression was fixed, "No, Mamao, the Earthworm Gang is here."

"Ah? Is it Wang Kuang and the others?"

Muying glanced not far away again: "It's them, there are several others, they have come here, they must be looking for you, what should I do?"

Song Jiao thought for a while: "You go to Xie Chen and the others, I'll stay."

"No, you will be bullied by them."

"But you will be bullied too. I'll explain it to them, and they should listen. If they don't listen, then it's me delaying time. Hurry up and call Xie Chen and the others back."

"Okay." Muying hugged the trunk and quickly slid down the tree, "You have to be careful, I'll call the others right away."

Song Jiao pinched the hem of his clothes, stood on tiptoe, and wanted to break a branch to make a weapon, but unfortunately he was not tall enough to reach even the lowest branch.

He thought for a while, stepped forward and picked up the system.

A dog stick!

As soon as he picked up the system, another group of children came before his eyes.

The leader must be Wang Kuang's, as Wen Zhi said, he is taller and stronger than the other children.

He walked to the front: "So this is the little spy."

Song Jiao retorted, "I'm not a little spy."

"That's right, you and your grandfather are both spies, and you're still a little coward. When I heard that I was going to teach you a lesson, you didn't dare to go out for several days. You only dared to ask Xie Chen to help you fight."

Wang Kuang looked at his friends behind him, and his friends laughed together.

"I didn't, I..."

This time Song Jiao was pushed by Wang Kuang before he could speak.

Song Jiao didn't stand still, staggered back a few steps, almost fell down.

The little yellow dog in his arms bared its teeth and barked at the person opposite.

Wang Kuang was taken aback, took half a step back, calmed down, felt ashamed again, and said loudly: "I'm not afraid of dogs, it's useless if you want a puppy to protect you."

Song Jiao glared at him viciously, Wang Kuang rubbed his blue wrist: "Xie Chen must be nearby, you call him out quickly, doesn't he like to help you get ahead? You call him quickly."

Song Jiao turned to leave, but Wang Kuang said again: "The things under the tree must belong to Xie Chen, and I'll smash them all up as soon as you leave."

Wang Kuang looked back at his friends, and everyone booed together: "Little spy, coward! Little turtle, run away!"

Song Jiao stopped, turned around, ground her baby teeth, and shouted at him, "I'm not a spy! Neither is my grandfather!"

Holding the system, he flew forward, and with a "click", he wanted to bite Wang Kuang's hand, but he dodged it.

The next second, Xie Chen, who rushed out from behind him, put his head on Wang Kuang's stomach and flew him out.

"roll!"

Wang Kuang was caught by his friends, and he shouted angrily: "Brothers, give it to me!"

Xie Chen's eyes were red, and he was still holding the weapon in his hand. With a flick of the weapon, he forced the enemy back: "Go away! No one who bullies me is allowed!"

Xie Chen's weapon is a big branch dipped in cow dung!