The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao wrote back letters to his friends.

"Brother Parrot, I will go back early."

"Zhi Duoxing, seeing a letter is like meeting you, go back immediately..."

Writing the letter to Wen Zhi was the hardest, Song Jiao scratched his head, and couldn't think of another four-character phrase.

The system picked a bunch of words for him, and he didn't think they were good, so he finally wrote——

happy everyday.

The system choked: "Is this word better than the one I gave you?"

Song Jiao picked up the pen and wrote these four words in a dignified manner: "I used to write greeting cards to my friends, and I always wrote this."

"Ok."

System: Cub, you are already behind at the starting line.

You look at the idioms used by others, and then look at the idioms you use yourself.

The system turned around and saw the letter from Xie Chen, and suddenly felt relieved, no matter how bad I am, I'm not the bottom one, it's okay.

In the end, Song Jiao wrote to Xie Chen, correcting his typos first: "It's 'Mao Mao', not 'Maomao'...Your typos are too many, I will go back soon..."

Because the eagle was used to deliver the letter, there should not be too many things to write, and there is still a blank line. Song Jiao thought for a while, and finally wrote: "You are a little fool."

It's done.

Song Jiao put down the pen, picked up the letter paper, puffed up her cheeks, and dried the ink on the paper.

The carriage stopped by the river, and everyone rested for a while. Song Jiao wrote the letter while sitting in front of the stone.

Song Jiao dried up the letter, rolled it up, and handed it to the guard assigned to them by grandpa: "Uncle, please, I want to send the letter."

The guard raised the eagle on his arm, stuffed the letter into the small bamboo tube tied to his leg, whistled, and let the eagle go.

Song Jiao looked up and watched the eagle piercing through the clouds: "It's so cool."

He looked at it for a long time before looking away, said "thank you uncle", and ran to find grandpa.

At that time, Grandpa Song was talking with Mr. Liu by the river, Song Jiao ran over and hugged Grandpa's leg: "Grandpa, I want to eat beef jerky."

"Brother, it's better to say 'Zhuo Changying', other..." Grandpa Song was interrupted by him, and turned his head, "What?"

Song Jiao raised his head and blinked his eyes: "Beef jerky."

"Okay." Grandpa Song put his hand into the cowhide pocket he carried with him, grabbed a handful of beef jerky for him, and continued talking to Mr. Liu, "But I think..."

Song Jiao stretched out his hands to catch the beef jerky, hugged the beef jerky, and ate it with the system.

The beef jerky was given to him by General Wu when they came and asked him to eat one piece a day. Song Jiao strictly obeyed it at first, but then...

He found that once Grandpa talked to Teacher Liu, he would not pay attention to what he was doing.

The beef jerky was to die for.

Song Jiao and the system quickly finished eating the beef jerky they brought. Song Jiao quietly sucked his fingers, and then said to the system: "Tongtong, you eat too fast, go get some more from grandpa."

The little yellow dog patted him with its paw, then ran to Grandpa Song and scratched the hem of his clothes with its paw.

Grandpa Song was interrupted again: "What's wrong?"

"Wang Wang Wang."

Dried beef.

Grandpa Song came to his senses and reached for his pocket, but this time he didn't take out anything: "No more."

It was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and Song Jiao, who had his back to them, heard this, fell forward, "slapped", and lay down on the grass.

Grandpa Song smiled, strode forward, and picked him up: "Maomao, what's the matter?"

Song Jiao said with a bitter face, "The beef jerky is gone."

"But grandpa obviously counted it all. Beef jerky costs 30 yuan. I started eating it the day I left Liangzhou City. Why did I finish it so quickly?"

"Because..." Song Jiao whispered, "Because Mao Mao has been stealing food."

"There are only so many things, and they will be gone after eating once. Next time, we need to plan well."

"Well, I see, I'm sorry, Grandpa." Song Jiao nodded, lying on Grandpa's shoulder, the flesh on his face was squeezed out.

Seeing his appearance, Mr. Liu couldn't bear it, so he stretched out his hand to take him over: "Okay, so small, what are the principles of life? The third grandpa hugged him, and when he arrived at the third grandpa's house, the third grandpa bought delicious food for him." .”

"Then when can we get there?"

"Come on, we'll be there soon."

Two days later, the carriage drove into Qiangzhou City.

Qiangzhou City is the hometown of Mr. Liu.He was an official in the Qing Kingdom for a while, but because he couldn't get used to the officialdom, he soon resigned and returned to his hometown to teach in Qiangzhou. Because of his good knowledge, he soon became famous again, and his peaches and plums were all over the world.

Until that year, when Xie Chen had just turned five years old, Mr. Xie wanted to choose a teacher for him.

It was a dark night, Mr. Liu finished his day of teaching and was about to lie down to sleep, when he heard a thunder, a rush of horseshoes, and a group of bandits broke open the city gate and broke into the city.

The guards in the city quickly surrendered, and Mr. Liu, who was just about to sleep, was caught by the bandits—no, he was invited to the mountain.

In order to keep his grandson, Mr. Liu had to board a pirate ship.

In the carriage, after Song Jiao heard the story, he had countless questions: "Third Grandpa, did Grandpa Xie really split the city gate? What did you use?"

Mr. Liu replied: "It should be an axe."

"Then how did he catch you?"

"Don't ask this question."

"Okay." Song Jiao thought for a while, "How old is Brother Liu?"

"He was ten years old when I left, he should be 12 now."

Song Jiao snapped her fingers: "Six years older than me."

"Yes."

"Then do you miss him very much?"

"of course."

"Then why don't you bring him too? Like my grandpa brought me."

"Because..." Mr. Liu smiled, "Do you want to accompany Xie Chen?"

Song Jiao thought about this question seriously, and finally answered with a frown: "I think a little bit, and I don't want a little bit."

"But Brother Liu doesn't want to."

"Then we come to pick him up now, will he still be a companion?"

"No." Mr. Liu patted his head, "Now I have you."

Song Jiao came to his senses and opened his eyes wide: "The third grandpa is good or bad!"

Mr. Liu just smiled and said nothing, and soon the carriage stopped.

"Mr. Liu, Mr. Song, Maomao...Mr., here we are."

Mr. Mao Mao was specially requested by Song Jiao.

Mr. Liu had already seen it from inside. Before the carriage stopped, he opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.

The guard stepped forward to knock on the door, Mr. Liu waited anxiously outside the door, and Song Jiao poked his head to look inside.

Not long after, the door opened and the concierge went in to make an announcement. Mr. Liu led the crowd directly into the door and sat down in the hall.

Afterwards, all the people who stayed in the mansion came out to greet him.

"uncle."

"teacher."

One is Mr. Liu's nephew Liu Zhi, and the other is Mr. Liu's student Zheng Ze. Both of them are in their early thirties. They are dressed plainly and wear plain crowns. They look very literati.

Mr. Liu looked at them and nodded: "I'm not at home, are you doing well?"

The two bowed to each other, and both said it well.

"Where's Brother Yi? Why don't you see him?"

Zheng Zedao: "Junior brother is studying in the room, I have already sent someone to call."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue-colored figure appeared in front of the corridor.

A boy of twelve or thirteen years old has already grown a lot, and there is a small cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrows. His brows are clear and distant, his expression is gentle, but his figure is tall and straight, and his eyes are firm.

While walking, the pine green silk sash around his waist was swaying, Liu Yi quickly walked into the hall, stopped in front of Mr. Liu, made some adjustments, bowed and called: "Grandpa."

"You don't need to be too polite, you have grown so much in two years." Mr. Liu bent down, pulled him over, and introduced him: "Come to see you, Grandpa Song."

Liu Yi saluted and called out: "Mr. Song."

"This is Mao Mao, Mr. Song's little grandson."

Song Jiao slid down from his grandfather's lap, recalled how Liu Yi bowed, folded his hands, and bent down to salute him: "Brother."

Before Liu Yi had time to call him, Song Jiao bent over, his head was too heavy, and suddenly he fell forward and was about to fall to the ground.

Liu Yi hurriedly supported him, and said in a gentle voice, "Be careful."

Song Jiao raised his head, smiled and said "Thank you brother", and naturally took his hand: "Brother Wenrou, I want to visit your home."

Mr. Liu laughed, waved his hands and said, "Okay, go, go, go and visit."

Along the way, Song Jiao didn't have any playmates, so he could only play with the system. Now that he met a brother who was only a few years older than him, of course he wanted to play with him.

Liu Yi advances and retreats gracefully, bids farewell to everyone, and leads Song Jiao down.

When the two walked out of the hall, another group of people happened to walk over from the main entrance.

Liu Yi stopped at the spot, turned sideways, and saluted there.Song Jiao followed suit.

The concierge announced: "Master, Mr. Song, Guard Master Chen has arrived."

The new official system has not yet been established. Before Mr. Xie became the king, the states and counties under his command still used the official positions of the Qing Kingdom.

The garrison is the parent officer of Qiangzhou City.

He stood outside the hall and bowed to the people inside: "Mr. Liu, Mr. Song." He said with a smile: "The old master sent someone to send a message a few days ago, saying that the two gentlemen are coming, and the officials did not entertain them well. , neglected, neglected."

Grandpa Song smiled, and said: "Master Chen is busy governing Qiangzhou, and I trouble you to come here in person. We are causing you trouble."

Song Jiao didn't quite understand these clichés, and rubbed his head: "Brother Wenrou, let's go."

Liu Yi withdrew her gaze: "Okay, where do you want to go?"

In the garrison mansion of Liangzhou City further north, more than half a month passed, and the bandits finally understood all the books and documents left by Song Junshi.

Wang Erdangjia and Peng Sandangjia took the ledger and went to find Mr. Xie.

Master Peng San spread out the ledger and placed it in front of Master Xie: "Brother, look at Qiangzhou's accounts."

Mr. Xie looked sluggish, he didn't even bother to raise his eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Qiangzhou is to the south, the water and soil are very fertile, and it is next to the Beijiang River, so there will be no shortage of boats. However, the grain taxes paid by Qiangzhou in the past six months have been very low."

Mr. Xie raised his eyebrows, pulled himself together, and looked at the ledger carefully.

Every page related to Qiangzhou was circled by Song Junshi with a cinnabar pen.

He noticed.

Master Xie murmured, "It's not good to be near the south."

"what?"

Master Xie closed the ledger: "Qingguo is still in the south."

Peng San suddenly realized: "Brother, you mean that someone in Qiangzhou colluded with the enemy and took away all our food and money."

"Yeah." Mr. Xie suddenly remembered something, and cursed, "Gah, does that Liu guy live in Qiangzhou?"

"Mr. Liu? That's right, what's wrong?" Peng San suddenly realized again, his right fist smashed into the palm of his left hand, "Brother, you want to say that Mr. Liu is collaborating with the enemy."

"Fart your mother, Mr. Liu won't cooperate with the enemy. I mean, Army Master Song has gone out with Mr. Liu. He must be going to Qiangzhou. Army Master Song must be investigating this matter."

"Ah? This..."

Mr. Xie suddenly stood up: "I will go to Qiangzhou to transfer troops. Song Junjun is also true. He didn't tell me about such an important matter. He went there by himself, and he was not afraid of accidents."

He turned his head and saw the two people still standing there, he gave a "tsk" and said loudly, "Why are you standing there? Call your troops."

In fact, Army Division Song didn't come here to investigate anything.

On the night when he arrived in Qiangzhou City, he talked with Mr. Liu under the lamp, Song Jiao, Liu Yi, and the system played flying chess in the room.

Song Junshi said: "Brother, we will leave early tomorrow morning."

Mr. Liu was surprised: "In such a hurry? Don't you want to stay for two more days?"

"No, I've made all the arrangements. We'll leave tomorrow morning with Maomao and Yigeer." Army Master Song turned his head and glanced at the inner room, "Let your nephew and students clean up the things in your house later. Let's go first."

When he suddenly said such words, it was impossible for Mr. Liu not to be suspicious. He frowned and said seriously, "Junior brother, what happened?"

Song Junshi simply said: "There is something different in Qiangzhou. It seems that someone is collaborating with the enemy. I found out when I was looking at the account book."

Suddenly a shocking news hit, and Mr. Liu was about to go crazy.

"Ah?" Mr. Liu lowered his voice, "Qiangzhou colluded with the enemy, and you still came to Qiangzhou, and you brought Maomao with you? Song Wenxue, are you crazy?"

Junshi Song folded his hands, leaned on the back of the chair, and pouted inwardly: "It's not for the grandson of the senior brother."

"You... ah..." Mr. Liu was speechless, "It's fine if someone else picks it up. Why are you telling me about such a big thing now?"

"Letting someone else come to pick you up will definitely arouse suspicion from others. They know that I have a good relationship with senior brother. When the time comes, they will jump over the wall and take Yi Geer as a hostage. If Yi Geer is injured, that's even worse. We will come here in person, but it will be more serious." Be on the safe side." Song Jun said, "Brother doesn't know how to act, if I told him beforehand, he would definitely reveal his secrets and make him panic."

"Where am I panicking?" Mr. Liu poked his neck and said, "Aren't I worried about you? You are in your forties, why do you still do things like teenagers? Have you ever thought about it?"

"I've thought about it. This is indeed the best way. It just so happens that I have fallen out with the old bandit. I will accompany you home for a while, and then take your grandson away. Everything will be logical." Song Junshi Pressed the back of senior brother's hand and patted it, "Brother, don't worry."

"You..." Mr. Liu reorganized his words, "Emperor Qing knew your talent very well, and wanted to kill you several times. How dare you go to a collaborating place alone with Mao Mao? Are you crazy? Yes, it's crazy."

"No, Emperor Qing wants to kill me because he doesn't want me to work for the bandits. Now that I have fallen out with the bandits and run away alone, he is happy to see my jokes. Besides, if he wants to do something in Qiangzhou, he will definitely expose Qiang. The fact that the state is collaborating with the enemy, he will not risk the entire state and county that has been arranged for me."

Mr. Liu hesitated and said, "That bandit over there..."

"It's been several years, and they haven't found out. We'll tell them when we go back."

"In your opinion, who is the collaborator?"

"There is no one else except for defense." Song Junshi patted the back of Mr. Liu's hand again, "Don't worry, brother, I really thought about it seriously before I dared to bring Maomao here."

In the middle, the flying chess board was drawn by Liu Yi on the paper according to Song Jiao's intention. The two of them brought the Go pieces and were playing vigorously.

Song Jiao threw down the dice: "Six, I'm out."

Song Junshi walked into the room and sat down behind Song Jiao: "What are Mao Mao playing?"

"Flying chess, the board we drew ourselves, does grandpa want to play?"

"Okay."

Liu Yi got up: "Then I'll get the chess pieces."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Yi." Military division Song looked at his back and suddenly felt a little emotional.

This child is exactly the same as Senior Brother Liu when he was young.

If it weren't for the fact that this was Brother Liu's grandson, he would never have taken the risk of coming to Qiangzhou to pick him up.

It was also because it was Senior Brother Liu that he couldn't keep Senior Brother Liu's grandson here knowing that there was something different in Qiangzhou.

Liu Yi soon came back with a chess basket, and Song Jiao asked suspiciously: "But brother, there are only black and white Go, I use white, brother uses black, what color should grandpa use?"

Liu Yi handed the chess basket to Mr. Song: "It's jade-colored."

Song Jiao leaned over to look, secretly stretched out his finger, and touched it.

At this time, Mr. Liu also digested everything and walked in.

"Hey, Brother Yi, when Grandpa left, didn't you like this pair of chess pieces the most? What's the matter? You don't like it now? Can you take it out for Grandpa Song to play with?"

Liu Yi handed the chess piece to Grandpa Song, and said with a generous smile, "The Grand Historian of Song is a model for all officials. I have always respected Mr. Song, and I want to be a good official like Mr. Song."

Grandpa Song looked at him with a smile, the child was really saved.

As Grandpa Song had planned, the carriage was set up early the next morning, escorted by a hundred or so guards sent by General Wu, and they were about to leave the city.

Mr. Liu asked his nephew and students to stay, deal with the family affairs, and made an appointment to meet at a post house, and then left with his grandson.

When leaving the city, I happened to meet the driver of Master Chen, the garrison of Qiangzhou.

The carriages faced each other, and the people inside opened the curtain to talk.

Mr. Chen asked: "Why did Mr. Song and Mr. Liu leave so soon? But the officials didn't entertain them well?"

"Of course not." Junjun Song sighed and looked at Song Jiao, "It's not my restless little grandson who was clamoring to see some little gray bird last night. I asked him all night before I found out It was Gray Heron, so I had no choice but to take him to see it. He was originally brought out to play, and if he didn't follow him, he would cry and make noise..."

Before the words were finished, Song Jiao started to fuss: "Grandpa, have you finished talking? After talking for so long, I want to see Little Gray Bird, I want to see Little Gray Bird!"

"Okay, little gray bird, little gray bird."

Master Song glanced helplessly at Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen hurriedly said to the coachman, "Quickly, let Mr. Song's carriage pass first."

"Thank you." Junjun Song nodded to him, then lowered the curtain of the carriage, and the driver drove the carriage quickly.

They rushed to see the little gray bird.

In the carriage, Song Jiao sat on the seat, but stopped making trouble: "Grandpa, is my acting good?"

"Okay." Song Junshi took out a piece of beef jerky, "Reward a piece of beef jerky."

"Thank you, grandpa." Song Jiao divided the beef jerky into three portions and distributed them to Liu Yi and the system.

The carriage followed the established route, and soon it was far away from Qiangzhou City.

Mr. Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Wow, I've been worried since last night. Next time you do this kind of thing, you must discuss it with me."

Song Junshi nodded: "Understood, brother."

That night, they went to another city in the north.

After settling down in the post house, he waited for Mr. Liu's other family members to come over.

Mr. Liu is not very worried about them: "They are all in their thirties, and they can't even do this well."

And these days they lived in the post house, and the two grandfathers tutored their homework one-on-one.

Liu Yi is very serious. She plays when it is time to play, and does homework when it is time to do homework. She is meticulous.

Song Jiao was very troubled.

He sat on the chair with his waist slumped: "Grandpa, why don't you take me out to play?"

Grandpa Song pushed the book in front of him: "You can go out to play after learning this one."

Song Jiao was angrily lying on the table reading a book, and Liu Yi patted his head: "Good boy, after reading this article, senior brother will accompany you out to play."

"Senior Brother..." Song Jiao twisted his position, wanted to be coquettish, and went out to play directly. He showed a slightly serious expression to Grandpa, then stopped, and changed his words, "I want to drink water."

"Okay, wait here for a while." Liu Yi got up to pour water.

When Mr. Liu was taken away by the old bandits, although there were many peaches and plums in the world, Liu Yi was the youngest one.

Later, Mr. Liu stopped confiscating students, and Liu Yi no longer had any juniors.

Now he finally has a junior, who is also the grandson of Mr. Song whom he admires. Of course Liu Yi likes him very much and takes special care of him.

Liu Yi came back with a teacup: "Maomao, come drink honey water."

After a few more days, Grandpa Song didn't want to wait any longer, so he ordered them to leave early tomorrow morning. They continued to go north, and it was enough for Mr. Liu's family to catch up.

Song Jiao patted the table and cheered: "Yeah, you don't need to study anymore!"

Grandpa Song frightened him: "You can also study in the car."

"No, reading in the car will damage your eyes." Song Jiao circled his hands together to make glasses and put them on in front of his eyes.

That night, Song Jiao slept with his grandfather. Song Jiao was so excited that he didn't fall asleep because he had to continue going out to play the next day and didn't have to study.

He didn't fall asleep, and of course Grandpa Song didn't fall asleep either. He patted his chest lightly and counted the sheep for him: "... 650 sheep, 650 sheep..."

Song Jiao finally fell asleep. In order to accommodate him, Song Junshi always slept on his side, and his hands were numb. Now he can finally turn over.

But Song Junshi just turned over, and saw outside the tent, on the ground where the moonlight was pouring, a black shadow was gradually approaching.

Song Junshi woke up suddenly, with flashes of light in his mind, looked up at the long sword hanging by the bed, pushed Song Jiao in, and covered him with several layers of quilts.

He was about to jump up to take the sword, when suddenly there was the sound of horse hooves and footsteps outside the post house.

The black shadow also stopped approaching, and began to pay attention to the movement around it.

There was only a neighing of the horse, someone got off the horse, and someone else went upstairs, and the sound of footsteps was thumping.

As the man went upstairs, he shouted: "Military Master Song! Military Master Song!"

Who is this?

Taking advantage of the black shadow's trance, Army Master Song turned over and sat up, drawing his sword out of its sheath.

The moment Mr. Xie opened the door, Army Master Song just sent the tip of the sword into the assassin's heart.