The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

"No one who bullies me!"

Xie Chen waved the big tree branch with both hands, no one could fight for a while, and instantly forced all the enemies back.

The children on the opposite side scattered like birds and beasts, only Wang Kuang couldn't dodge it in time, and his face was spoiled by the oncoming branches.

Wang Kuang opened his mouth to speak, but was pushed by a branch and fell to the ground.

He sat on the ground and shouted: "Give it to me!"

Xie Chen raised the big branch and swept it around, but no one dared to move it.

Wang Kuang's eyes were covered, and he didn't dare to reach out to wipe them. He couldn't see anything, didn't hear anything, stomped his feet, and shouted again: "Come and help me!"

But the friends who followed him stood far away, tentatively took a step forward, but didn't dare to help him, because he was really dirty.

Xie Chen swept around with a branch, and frightened those people back from taking a step forward: "Who else! Who else!"

He retracted the branch, originally he was going to carry it on his shoulders, but halfway through the movement, Song Jiao tugged at his sleeve and reminded in a low voice: "Brother Shen, there is cow dung on it."

"Oh." Xie Chen came to his senses, took away the branch, and stood on the ground, "Who else! Who else dares to bully Mao Mao!"

Just at this time, Wen Zhi and Mu Ying arrived with other friends, they all stood behind Song Jiao, repeating Xie Chen's words: "Who else dares to bully Mao Mao!"

The people on the opposite side shook their heads: "Don't dare, don't dare."

Xie Chen picked up the big branch and pointed at Wang Kuang who was silent: "Huh?"

Wang Kuang paused, closed his mouth tightly, and just shook his head.

Xie Chen asked again: "Who dares to say Mao Mao is a little spy!"

Everyone shook their heads quickly: "Don't dare, we don't dare."

Xie Chen pointed at Wang Kuang again with a branch: "What about you?"

Wang Kuang still kept his mouth shut, shaking his head vigorously.

Xie Chen said sharply: "Speak!"

Wang Kuang tried to open his mouth, but before he could say a word, he burst into tears with a "wow".He lay directly on the ground, beating his hands and feet on the ground, rolling all over the ground.

The people on Xie Chen's side laughed at the same time.

"Cry if you can't fight, you coward, you can't afford to lose."

"How old are you? You're really useless."

"Arrogant soldiers must be defeated." This sentence was obviously said by Wen Zhi.

Xie Chen looked straight, raised his chin, and said to them: "You swear that Mao Mao is not a small spy, and you are not allowed to bully Mao Mao in the future."

Song Jiao tugged on his sleeve, and whispered, "And my grandpa."

"And Grandpa Mao Mao."

A group of people still hesitated, and they were pointed at by Xie Chen's big tree branch, and they quickly raised their right hands: "We swear, Maomao is not..."

Xie Chen snorted, raised the big tree branch with both hands, and shook it at them: "I will teach you a little lesson this time, and next time, I will wash you all again."

After he finished speaking, he held the branch in one hand and took Song Jiao with the other: "Maomao, let's go."

Song Jiao moved his hands uncomfortably, then looked down again, feeling a little scared.Seeing his movements, Xie Chen said loudly, "I didn't get any on my hands!"

Song Jiao pursed the corners of her lips: nodding obediently: "Yeah."

Xie Chen was a little angry, and emphasized: "I'm helping you."

"I see." Song Jiao said with a smile, "Thank you Brother Shen."

Xie Chen turned his head to look at him, saw his crooked eyes, curled his lips, and stopped being angry.

The friends took what had been placed under the tree, and followed them.

Song Jiao asked: "Brother Shen, where are we going now? Can we still eat baked potatoes?"

Brother Shen, Brother Shen, Brother Shen...

Xie Chen felt like he was going to fly into the sky.

He shook his majestic "big tail" and cleared his throat: "Let's go to the river to bake potatoes, and the potatoes have already been dug."

The friends hurriedly covered their heads and quickly dispersed: "Brother Shen, don't shake it around, it's all bullshit!"

Whack my teammates.

"Brother Shen, why are you still holding it? It stinks, throw it away!"

Xie Chen held a big tree branch, poked his neck and said, "You can't throw it away casually, what if Wang Kuang and the others catch up? I'm all here to protect you."

Everyone said: "They don't dare to catch up, hurry up and lose it."

Xie Chen said again: "What if they are picked up and come to beat us? No way!"

Everyone stomped their feet anxiously: "Brother Shen, throw it away quickly!"

Wen knew: "This thing can be remade, brother Shen, you'd better throw it away quickly."

"No!"

"Then let's vote." Wen Zhi raised his hand, "Anyone who thinks this thing should be thrown away, raise your hand."

All the friends, except Xie Chen and Song Jiao, all raised their hands at once.

Song Jiao was still hesitating, and weakly raised his hand half way.

Xie Chen pressed his hand down: "You are not allowed to raise your hand."

"why?"

"Because it's the weapon that saved you, and you can't throw it away."

"Alright then." Song Jiao withdrew his hand.

Xie Chen resolutely refused to give up his weapon and must carry it with him.

Friends are covering their noses in protest.

After a while, Song Jiao couldn't help but pinched his nose quietly.

Xie Chen looked at him in disbelief: "Mamao!"

Everyone can pinch their noses, but not you!

Song Jiao's face turned pale: "Brother Shen, I have persisted for a long time, but the smell is so bad that I can't breathe."

Xie Chen thought for a while, and finally threw away his weapon reluctantly: "Okay, then I'll throw it away."

Only then did everyone let go of their noses and let out a long sigh of relief.

Someone sniffed first, then coughed because of choking: "Wow, why is it still so stinky?"

The friends all looked at Xie Chen, suspecting that it was him, Xie Chen quickly stretched out his clean little hand, proving his innocence: "It's not me! I don't have any in my hands!"

It really doesn't.

"What it is?"

The friends looked around suspiciously, and finally their eyes fell on Muying.

"Parrot! What's that on your foot?"

With Muying as the center, the friends quickly spread out and formed a big circle.

Muying was also very aggrieved: "When Wang Kuang came, I ran to look for Brother Shen, and then stepped on it. That was also my inspiration for Brother Shen. If I hadn't stepped on it, Brother Shen would never have thought of using a tree branch..."

Friends shouted: "Stop talking, you are not allowed to follow us!"

"I'm going to the river to wash too."

"Hurry up and wash, and we'll go there after you finish washing."

"Ok."

Mu Ying lowered her head and was about to walk forward, but suddenly someone grabbed her hand.

Song Jiao took his hand and shook it: "Don't be sad, I'll go with you."

"I'll go with you too." Xie Chen separated their hands and held Song Jiao.

Muying:? ? ?

Although I am very touched, but Brother Shen, you seem to be leading the wrong person.

Xie Chen turned to look at his friends: "Although we just defeated the Earthworm Gang, they may catch up at any time. Now is not the time to be disunity."

The friends were silent for a while.

"Then I'll go back and help Brother Parrot clean his clothes."

"I'll accompany Brother Parrot to take a bath."

"I'll wash Brother Parrot's feet...forget it, Brother Parrot should wash it himself, I can get the soap locust beside me."

The river water is clear, the grass on the banks is green, and the breeze blows by, setting off layers of waves.

Muying sat downstream and washed her feet, while other friends washed potatoes upstream.

Song Jiao ran to Muying with a large bouquet of flowers in her arms, "Brother Parrot, I picked a lot of flowers, soak the petals, they will definitely be very fragrant."

"really?"

"Really, people in ancient times always soaked flower petals in their baths."

This is probably something he saw on TV again, the system is a little helpless, boy, you have been in ancient times for so long, when did you take a bath and still soak in flower petals?

Song Jiao sat down beside him, picked small flowers of various colors from the branches, and threw them into the water.The petals circled twice in the water, and then floated further downstream.

"Eh?"

Song Jiao was confused and stood up to chase after him, but was held back by Xie Chen.

"Little idiot, the downstream is the footwashing water of parrots."

"Oh." Song Jiao glanced downstream, and suddenly saw something, "Brother Shen, there are people over there, it seems to be Wang Kuang and the others."

"Come here quickly!" Xie Chen shouted, and everyone stopped what they were doing and gathered around.

"It's really them."

"Do they still dare to come over?"

"I don't think they're here to cause trouble." Wen knew, "Wang Kuang probably didn't dare to go home, so he wanted to come here to wash, and go back after washing clean."

Sure enough, the group of people had no intention of approaching, covered by pastures, it seemed that they hadn't noticed that they were upstream.

Xie Chen said: "Then we won't go looking for them. If they come to trouble us again, we will teach them a lesson."

Friends all agree: "Good."

They went back to do their own things, and Muying also wanted to stand up, but Xie Chen pushed her back: "You wash for a while."

Muying felt wronged: "Brother Shen, I have already washed it very clean."

"Wash for a while, Wang Kuang is still downstream."

Mu Ying came to her senses, her eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll get up after he's done washing."

Xie Chen smiled with satisfaction, and then gave Song Jiao a hand: "Come here quickly to put on airs."

"Okay." Song Jiao handed the flowers in his bosom to Muying, "Then you pick them yourself, and they will be fragrant after washing."

They picked a piece of moist soil that didn't grow grass, and dug a dirt ditch along the side to separate the place where the potatoes were to be baked from the rest so that there would be no fire.

Afterwards, he built a shelf with the firewood he picked up, and Song Jiao squatted beside him, and piled the potatoes into it.

He turned his head and glanced at Xie Chen, feeling that he seemed unhappy.

Xie Chen lit a fire with a torch, and said to him, "Blow it on."

"Oh." Song Jiao picked up the firewood with a branch, tilted his head, and blew into it, "Huh—"

Then he was choked by the smoke coming out of it, and his nose was blackened.

"Hmm..." Song Jiao waved his little hand, trying to fan away the smoke, but in the smoke, he seemed to see Xie Chen snickering.

He reacted, raised his hand and hit Xie Chen, turned around and ran away.

Baking potatoes is a bit slow, leave one person to watch the fire while the others can play.

There are many small flowers mixed in the wild grass, Song Jiao likes these things very much, so he rejected the invitation of his friends to play hide-and-seek together, and took the little yellow dog to pick the flowers by himself.

He squatted in the grass, unknowingly, ran farther and farther along the flowers, until his friends called him.

"Mamao! Eat potatoes! Mamao!"

When he raised his head, he realized that he had already run far away, almost reaching the downstream of Wang Kuang's group.

Song Jiao hurriedly grabbed the little yellow dog who was chasing the butterfly: "Total, we are going back."

He dragged the little yellow dog, and the cat ran back with its back bent.

On the downstream side of the river, someone pointed to this side: "Brother Kuang."

Wang Kuang, who was soaked in the water, glanced this way, the pasture was shaking, and Song Jiao had already run away.

Song Jiao ran back to her friends with sweat on her face: "I'm back."

Xie Chen was just about to send someone to look for him, but when he saw him come back, he was very angry: "Where did you go? We thought you were taken away by the Earthworm Gang."

"I was going to pick flowers, and I ran too far without paying attention." Song Jiao was a little embarrassed, "I was not discovered by them, I made you worry, I'm sorry."

Xie Chen pinched his face: "You can only eat the smallest potato!"

Hearing that he couldn't eat potatoes anymore, Song Jiao's mouth drooped immediately: "I didn't run over on purpose."

Xie Chen forcefully said: "Only girls can pick flowers."

Song Jiao glared at him, and didn't argue with him, just went to his friends and sat on the rock with them.

Xie Chen had already prepared a lot of words to tease him, but he didn't expect him to ignore people directly, so he could only stand where he was.

Mu Ying took a piece of potato, broke it in half, and quietly handed a piece to Song Jiao: "Maomao?"

Song Jiao pushed his hand away: "I won't eat."

"Eat it, this is what I gave you."

Song Jiao said bravely: "I'm not hungry anymore, you can eat."

Xie Chen also sat next to him, and originally wanted to apologize, but the moment he opened his mouth, it turned into: "You are swallowing."

Song Jiao turned to look at him, pushed him, and pushed him off the rock.

"Hiss—" Xie Chen sat down on the ground, which was too fierce.

Song Jiao looked at him angrily, removed a garland from his hand, and threw it on his head: "Only girls can wear flowers, and you should too."

After saying this, he turned around and went to find another seat to sit.

The friends held the potatoes in both hands and ate them silently, not daring to speak.

Only Mu Ying said: "Brother Shen, Mao Mao wanted to make a garland to thank you, but he also told us that you are a little hero."

Xie Chen looked at Song Jiao, Song Jiao sat far away, pursed his mouth, very unhappy, very unhappy, extremely unhappy!

Xie Chen took off the wreath from his head, feeling a little embarrassed, after thinking about it, he took a potato and walked over to Song Jiao.

He handed the potatoes to Song Jiao: "Maomao, here you go."

Song Jiao ignored him, and he peeled off the potato skin again, and handed it to Song Jiao: "Mamao..."

Song Jiao still ignored him, he took the peeled potatoes, circled in front of Song Jiao, and fanned the wind with his hands, letting him smell the smell: "It smells so good, Maomao."

Song Jiao was firm and unmoved.

Xie Chen directly blew on the potato and stuck it on his mouth: "Maomao, open your mouth."

Song Jiao swallowed, but finally couldn't resist, opened his mouth, and bit off half of a potato with a "owwow".

Xie Chen stuffed him with the whole potato, Song Jiao lowered his head and gnawed on the potato until his cheeks bulged, but he still ignored him.

Xie Chen teased him again: "Maomao, don't be angry, I'm just worried about you."

Song Jiao said with something in his mouth: "No, you just want to quarrel with me."

"I do not have."

"Hmph." Song Jiao moved to the side and said to his friends, "Xie Chen is not a little hero at all, we only have one little hero."

The friends wondered: "Who is it?"

Song Jiao stood up and began to sing: "It's him, it's him, it's him, our hero, Xiao, Zha!"

Xie Chen's complexion is not very good-looking, who is Nezha?He had never heard of this person before, so he couldn't be Song Jiao's friend in Qing Kingdom, right?

who is it?Who is it? !

Song Jiao ate several potatoes, wiped his nose, and burped.

He turned his head to look at Xie Chen, and stretched out his hand towards him.Xie Chen thought he was going to push himself again, so he closed his eyes tightly.

Xie Chen only felt that his face was also pinched, and then something light was gently hung around his neck.

He opened his eyes and looked down. It was the wreath, and Song Jiao put it on him.

Xie Chen smiled at him, but before he could speak, there was booing from the other side of the river.

"Oh! The little spy will wear a wreath for the young master!"

Xie Chen scowled, stood up suddenly, and looked back, it was indeed Wang Kuang's group.

The friends on the other side of the river also stood up and asked, "You all swore!"

"We talked about the little spy, but we didn't talk about him." The group of people had their own way of reasoning, "He is not a little spy, why should he be seated right?"

Even Zhi Duoxing was speechless: "You are making too much sense!"

Wang Kuang clapped his hands, and said loudly: "Brother Shen, did your grandfather ask this little spy to be your wife? Otherwise, why did you protect him so much? And forked cow dung for him?"

He continued to lead people to boo: "Hey, my wife wears a wreath for my husband!"

Xie Chen picked off the garland and handed it to Song Jiao for safekeeping. While lifting up his sleeves and posing for a fight, he said, "Brother Parrot, go and pick up the branches we left on the road."

Mu Ying ran away, and the others rolled up their sleeves one after another. Following Xie Chen's roar, they crossed the river and wrestled with the person opposite.

"No nonsense! No one who bullies me!"

The fire for roasting potatoes hadn't been extinguished yet. During the fight, water splashed from the river and fell on the fire. With the sound of sizzle, billows of white smoke rose.

Xie Chen and Wang Kuang shook their fists at the same time, and at first they fought with the most basic martial arts moves, but later, they turned into chaotic wrestling.

Song Jiao put the garland on the stone, and rushed forward with the little yellow dog, hugged Wang Kuang's arm, and Xie Chen took the opportunity to punch him in the eye.

But Wang Kuang was much stronger, and with a twist of his body, he threw Song Jiao away.

Song Jiao fell to the ground, face down, Xie Chen yelled "Mao Mao", and wanted to go to see him, but he was punched himself.

At this time, Muying also came back, his hands were empty: "Brother Shen, the branch is gone!"

Xie Chen wiped his face, and when he saw Wang Kuang's expression, he understood.He jumped up, hit Wang Kuang's chin hard with his head, and ran over to look at Song Jiao.

Song Jiao fell on the stone, his nose was bleeding again, and the corner of his mouth was cut.Xie Chen helped him up and shouted at Muying: "Go find my grandpa! Find my grandpa!"

"Okay!" Muying replied, turned around and ran away again.

Everyone was stunned.

Xie Chen is very skinny outside and often fights with others, but he will never go to an adult, even if he loses.

He felt that it was not a manly way to ask adults for help in a fight.

But now...

Everyone knows that his grandfather is Mr. Xie, the old master of the bandit village. If he comes...

The people with Wang Kuang saw that the situation was not going well, and they wanted to run away, and the friends wanted to chase, Xie Chen said: "Just suppress Wang Kuang."

So the friends changed their targets and rushed forward, crushing Wang Kuang to death.

Wang Kuang struggled, and began to yell: "Little spy! Thief! You and your grandpa came to steal from us! Go back, and your grandpa thief..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was gagged by his friends.

But Song Jiao still heard it.

He didn't cry when he broke his mouth, but when he heard this, he opened his mouth and cried with a "wow".

"You nonsense! My grandpa is not a thief!"

Song Jiao rushed over, but Xie Chen took the first step. Xie Chen was about to punch him when he saw that Mu Ying had returned from the corner of his eye, so he withdrew his hand and asked his friends to let go of Wang Kuang.

Wang Kuang jumped up: "Are you afraid too? Anyway, he and his grandfather are spies and thieves! I'm not wrong! I'm doing justice for the sky." He turned to Song Jiao: "Little spy, you won't allow me to Stay here, I saw you once, and beat you to bleed once!"

Today, Mr. Xie happened to be out on errands with Army Master Song. When he came back at noon, he bumped into Mu Ying at the gate of the city, and Mu Ying hurriedly brought them over.

On the way here, Mr. Xie said with a smile: "There are also times when Brother Shen cried and looked for Grandpa? How miserable is this loss?"

Now seeing such a scene and hearing such words, he rushed forward, slapped his palm, and pressed it on Wang Kuang's shoulder: "Who taught you to say this? Are you a child of the Wang family? I call!"

Mr. Xie's voice was like thunder, rumbling, deafening people's ears.

Wang Kuang was in a hurry to run, but Master Xie said behind him, "If you dare not call your grandpa, I will tear your ears off!"

He turned his head to look at a few children, all of them were injured, with wounds on their faces and hands, Song Jiao was the most seriously injured, his nose bleeding didn't stop, and he lay in his grandfather's arms crying loudly.

"Grandpa, it hurts so much!"

As soon as he cried, all the children couldn't help it, and they burst into tears at the same time, and the crying sounded like a crowd.

"Father, mother, it hurts!"

Xie Chen skillfully took out a handkerchief and stuffed Song Jiao's nose. Grandpa Song hugged his grandson, thanked him, and said to the children, "Let's go, I'll take you back first."

Master Xie shouted: "Mr. Song..."

Grandpa Song turned around: "Xie Taichong, did I tell you half a month ago that there were some rumors in the army that had to be dispelled? How did you tell me then? You said that everyone in the army is your good brother. I don't need to worry about it, you will handle it yourself. You delayed for half a month, and this is how you dealt with it? I am usually talked about, but now even children dare to point at my grandson and say he is Little spy, have you seen him beat him once?"

Mr. Xie looked embarrassed: "I told them once..." He straightened up: "Then I didn't expect that they would not listen..."

"It's useless to talk more." Song Junjun interrupted him, and said firmly, "This matter, you solve it, and you don't have to come to see it until you solve it. I want all the children who beat Mao Mao today, their families, and people , come to apologize to Mao Mao. The rumors in the army, no matter who spread them, whether they are your cronies or not, everyone, kowtow to me and apologize."

"Hey..." Mr. Xie lost his arrogance for a second, trying to smooth things over, "I know, please don't be a military advisor..."

Junjun Song shook off his hand and looked at him coldly: "I want to assist a Mingjun, but you may not be that Mingjun."

"Why am I not?"

Song Junshi didn't answer him any more, turned around and left.

Old Master Xie chased after him: "Hey, please ask the doctor first, and see if the child is okay. You are walking so fast, be careful not to bump Mao Mao... Mao Mao... military advisor..."

Song Junshi strode away, leaving him behind.

Mr. Xie stood at the back and asked his followers to invite the doctor, find the children who fought today, and call all the generals from the army.

After finishing everything, with tears in his eyes, he looked up to the sky and asked, "Why am I not a Mingjun?"

Everyone else left, only Xie Chen was still with him.

Xie Chen folded his hands and rubbed the wound on his face: "Grandpa, you are really useless."

Master Xie looked at him displeasedly: "Tsk, I'm a grandfather, and you are a grandson. It's fine for Master Song to teach your grandfather a lesson. It's not your turn to teach your grandfather a lesson now."

"Grandpa, you are really useless!" Xie Chen not only didn't stop, but even increased his volume, "Obviously you brought Grandpa Song back, but in the end you couldn't even protect him, and you didn't care if others scolded him. "

"I bring Mao Mao back, and I will protect Mao Mao, and I will give him delicious food and fun. My good brother blamed Mao Mao wrongly, and I will speak for Mao Mao. When others scold him , I will help him scold back and help him fight."

"You don't know anything, it's really useless!"