The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

At this time, Xie Chen was lowering his head, waiting for Song Jiao to put a big wreath on him, but instead of the wreath, he waited for a long bow.

Song Jiao turned around, swung the long bow hanging around his neck, and the handle of the bow hit Xie Chen in the face.

"Ow!"

Song Jiao flicked the other side of his face again: "Take it away."

"Aw!" Xie Chen rubbed his face while taking off the bow and arrow that had just been hung up.

Song Jiao lowered his head, and Xie Chen took off the longbow and quiver from his neck.

After hanging for a while, the bow string and the cowhide rope of the quiver left two red marks on the back of his neck.

So squeamish.

Xie Chen took a few more glances, Song Jiao turned to leave, Xie Chen suddenly pulled his sleeve: "Hey, garland."

Song Jiao turned around holding the wreath, Xie Chen smiled at him, then lowered his head and pointed to the top of his head: "Hurry up."

Song Jiao puffed his cheeks, and finally picked up the wreath and put it on his head.

Before Xie Chen had time to laugh, Song Jiao grabbed the garland with both hands and pulled it down vigorously. The garland that was originally worn on his head was directly wrapped around his neck.

There was a moment of silence among the friends, and then a loud laugh broke out.

Muying covered her mouth: "Ha...Brother Shen's head seems a bit big."

Friends quickly retorted: "What are you talking about? It's because the wreath is too small."

The air is full of joy.

Knowing something was wrong, Song Jiao turned around and wanted to run into the room to stay with his friends, but Xie Chen caught him before he could take half a step.

Xie Chen hugged his waist with one hand, and took off the wreath around his neck with the other.The vines were broken long ago, Xie Chen surrounded Song Jiao's face with a garland, like a headband, and stuck Song Jiao's hair in front of his forehead to the back.

Just like when I was a child, ugly and cute.

"You wear this at night, don't take it off."

"..."

Just as Song Jiao was about to reach out to take it off, Xie Chen said, "Today is my birthday."

OK.Song Jiao let go.

There are still two tables put together, with a whole roasted lamb in the middle and side dishes piled up on the side.

Xie Chen sat in the middle, crossed his feet, and put his hands behind his back, looking very relaxed.Song Jiao sat beside him, trying to keep a sullen face, and took a knife to cut mutton for the birthday star.

Xie Chen shook his feet: "Hurry up, I'm going to starve to death."

"It's cutting, don't make noise."

"If I starve to death, you will have no brother."

Friends suppressed laughter and whispered.

"It still looks like Mao Mao's head is relatively small."

"Brother Shen is the big head."

"Brother Shen is tall, but Mao Mao is short."

On the other side, Song Jiao slipped his hand, and the dagger fell on the plate with a "clang".

The friends immediately stopped talking and looked at each other.

Only Xie Chen, who didn't know what to do, was still shaking his feet, urging him vigorously: "Maomao, hurry up, hurry up..."

Song Jiao took a deep breath, picked up the dagger again, and cut off the whole lamb leg.

He lifted the leg of lamb that was too heavy, Xie Chen opened his mouth: "Ah——"

Song Jiao picked up the leg of lamb with both hands, and made a gesture to hit him: "You try again."

Xie Chen leaned over and took a bite of the leg of lamb in his hand.

Song Jiao smashed the leg of lamb onto the plate in front of him, and with a bang, the plate was overturned.

Xie Chen: chew chew chew.

When twilight comes together, friends will say goodbye.

"If you don't go out, you won't be able to keep up with the palace ban. Let's go first, Brother Shen, Mao Mao, see you tomorrow."

Xie Chen waved to them, and Song Jiao also responded, "See you tomorrow."

Xie Chen looked at Muying, and shouted meaningfully: "Brother Parrot, wait a moment."

Only then did Mu Ying think of something, and suddenly realized: "Oh." He said to his friends: "You go back first, Zhi Duoxing and I will stay in the palace to sleep tonight."

"Okay." The friends went out without thinking too much, and closed the door behind them.

Only Xie Chen, Song Jiao, Mu Ying and Wen Zhi were left in the room.

Xie Chen sat up straight: "Zhi Duoxing, go lock the door; Brother Parrot, take out the things."

Both of them acted according to their words, only Song Jiao was very puzzled: "What are you going to do?"

Xie Chen turned his head: "Shhh—"

Wen Zhi locked the door of the hall, and Mu Ying went to look through the gift they gave Xie Chen just now, found her own, opened the box, and took out the book that was covered on it. Under the box, there was a small jar of wine.

Song Jiao opened her eyes wide, and quickly got up to complain: "Thank you, grandpa... um..."

Xie Chen moved faster than him, grabbed his arm, pulled him back, pressed him to the ground, covered his mouth, and blocked all the words behind him.

"No, I believe you to bring you to drink together, to show you something new."

Song Jiao struggled hard and almost kicked the table over with a kick.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Minors are not allowed to drink alcohol!

Xie Chen looked into his eyes: "Is today my birthday?"

Song Jiao nodded: "But... woo woo woo..."

Xie Chen smiled and said: "That's fine, I have to listen to me on my birthday."

"Fart! Woohoo..."

"Scholars can't scold people."

Xie Chen held him down, and after a while, Wen Zhi came back after washing the four cups, and Mu Ying also opened the sealed wine jar.

Xie Chen squeezed Song Jiao's mouth into a flat duck's mouth: "Now let go of you, don't shout."

Song Jiao had no choice but to give in, and nodded weakly.

Xie Chen let him go, Song Jiao sat up immediately, and said what he hadn't said just now: "Today is your 14th birthday, and you are still several years away from becoming an adult."

Xie Chen said confidently: "It's almost the same." He picked up two wine glasses with both hands, and said to Muying, "Both are full."

Song Jiao couldn't stop him, turned his head and saw Wen Zhi was there, and opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "Zhi Duoxing? Why even you..."

Wen Zhi also picked up the wine glass and asked Mu Ying to pour it for him: "I'm here for my homework."

"what?"

"In the past few years, memorizing has led to drinking. I don't know what it's like to drink, and I've always wanted to try it."

Song Jiao wanted to speak again, but was blocked by the wine glass handed over by Xie Chen: "Stop talking, give me a drink."

The clear wine trickled out, and more than half of it spilled on his lapel.

Song Jiao patted the front of his clothes. He had no choice but to take Xie Chen's hand and take a sip——

"Bah... so spicy, bah, bah, cough, cough..." Song Jiao covered his mouth and coughed, his eyes were red from coughing, he raised his hand to hit Xie Chen, "What did you drink for me? I want to tell Xie Chen grandfather……"

Xie Chen flicked his forehead: "You were the first to drink."

"Ah..." Song Jiao picked up the bamboo tube containing the drink, poured two gulps, then lay down on the ground, motionless.

The big yellow dog who was lying in the corner gnawing on the lamb chops finally put down the lamb chops, stepped forward to look at him, and arched his head in the face.

Song Jiao hugged it, put it under his stomach, and continued to lie on his stomach, "dying": "It's too hot, I'm on fire..."

The remaining three laughed at him, Xie Chen patted him on the back: "Is it that hot? Why are you so useless?"

The three raised their hands and clinked glasses.

The next second—

"Cough... Brother Ying, what kind of wine did you buy?" Wen Zhi couldn't help frowning on his serious face that hadn't changed for a long time, "Didn't I ask you to buy fruit wine?"

Muying shook her head: "The fruit wine is gone, so I replaced it with white."

"I'll go..." Wen Zhi couldn't help cursing, then quickly dropped the wine glass, patted Song Jiao, and said in a hoarse voice, "Mamao, give me a sip of water, I can't do it."

Only Xie Chen held the wine glass, raised his head and drank all the wine: "Neither of you can do it."

Muying exclaimed: "Brother Shen, you are so amazing."

Song Jiao handed the bamboo tube to Wen Zhi, and turned to look at him.Xie Chen met his gaze, put down his wine glass, and picked up the whole jar directly.

Look at how powerful I am!

Late at night, the four teenagers were lying on the ground, still in the same order as when they were children, Mu Ying and Wen Zhi slept on one side, covered with a quilt, Song Jiao and Xie Shen slept on the other side.

Several people were still awake, only Xie Chen, who blushed and hugged Song Jiao restlessly, put his hands and feet on his body, pressed his face against his, and hit his face with his breath.

Song Jiao pinched his nose and pushed his face away: "It stinks!"

Xie Chen quickly turned back automatically, still facing him with ignorant eyes.

When Song Jiao wanted to talk again, he simply closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Wen Zhi smiled: "Maomao, you should be happy, at least Brother Shen didn't vomit. According to my investigation beforehand, people who drink alcohol will vomit most of the time."

"..." Thinking of that scene, Song Jiao was in a bad mood. He silently took out his handkerchief, ready to gag his mouth at any time.

It was obviously the first time he drank alcohol, and he drank so much at one time, Xie Chen drank most of the altar.

What's so good about this thing?

It didn't take long for Xie Chen's breathing to slow down, as if he had fallen asleep.

Muying suddenly said: "Hey, do you feel that..."

He opened his mouth suddenly, then stopped suddenly, and his friends all felt strange: "What do you think?"

He smiled shyly, pulled the quilt over his head with both hands, hid in the quilt, and whispered, "Do you think...that girl from the East City flower seller is a bit pretty?"

My friends thought about it carefully.

Wen Zhi: "There is Yan Ruyu in the book."

Song Jiao: "I didn't notice."

"Then let me describe it to you." Mu Ying sat up and said seriously, "Her eyes are big and black..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Chen interrupted him.

Xie Chen didn't know when he woke up, he was still hugging Song Jiao, blinked his eyes, and said, "It looks good."

Mu Ying clapped her hands: "Look, brother Shen said it looks good."

Song Jiao turned his head to look, met Xie Chen's eyes, and frowned: "He's not awake yet, he's drunk."

Xie Chen looked into Song Jiao's eyes, and repeated Mu Ying's words just now: "The eyes are big, dark, and beautiful."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again, pulled Song Jiao over, adjusted his posture, leaned his head on his shoulder, and continued to sleep.

Song Jiao was very helpless, at this moment, the big yellow dog walked over from the side, lifted its hind legs, and squeezed in between the two people skillfully and gracefully.

Muying also lay down again, thinking about the appearance of the girl she likes alone.Wen Zhiping lay down, turned his head to look at Song Jiao and Xie Chen, thoughtful.

Several people had their own concerns, and lay down quietly for a while, but it was too late, so they got up to leave.

Xie Shen was in a deep sleep, and couldn't wake him up by shouting. Song Jiao and two other friends could only move him to bed, take off his clothes, shoes and socks, wipe his face and hands, and cover him with a quilt. Go to sleep, and then go back to each room.

The Imperial Capital of the State of Qi was built in Fengxiang City four years ago. At that time, Mr. Xie, who was already the emperor, was unwilling to be too far away from his two grandchildren. Jiao lives here.

The two main halls of the Xiaodong Palace face each other across the open space, and they can be seen at a glance.

Song Jiao walked out of Xie Chen's room, facing his own room.

Mu Ying and Wen Zhi were going to sleep in the side hall, Song Jiao waved at them and went back to his room.

It was the first time for Xie Chen to drink, and he was really heartburned, feeling uncomfortable all over.

He kicked off the quilt on his body, turned over and hugged something.

Half asleep and half awake, Xie Chen seemed to see Song Jiao right in front of him, hugged tightly by him just like when he was a child.

kind of nice...

just a little...

Xie Chen's mouth suddenly became a little dry, and the smell of alcohol rushed straight to the top of his head.

He couldn't see himself, and the roots of his ears were red.

He leaned over and pressed his cheek against the cold Song Jiao, feeling more comfortable, then leaned over again.

Song Jiao reached out and pressed his face: "You haven't..."

Xie Chen knew what he was going to say, wasn't it just the words "not yet of age".

Xie Chen's Adam's apple rolled up and down, making a low snoring sound.

"Today is my birthday, listen to me."

He leaned over and touched Song Jiao's beautiful eyes with his lips.

He simply knew Song Jiao so well, he knew exactly what Song Jiao would say and what reaction he would have.

Song Jiao would say that the smell of wine in his mouth was too bad, and then let the little dog—the big dog come over to disrupt the situation.

As soon as midnight arrived, Song Jiao pushed him away: "Your birthday is over."

Then do something that you could do as a kid.

Xie Chen looked at his face and gave a hard "chirp".

Then Xie Chen fell into a deep sleep at midnight, and woke up on time the next morning.

He opened his eyes abruptly, in a dream, maybe not in a dream, but everything was vivid in his mind.

The most terrible thing is that he is still holding a rabbit puppet in his hand, which was a birthday present from Song Jiao when he was nine years old.

Wonder if he did anything weird to this rabbit.

Xie Chen let go of the rabbit, sat up abruptly, and patted his face to wake himself up.

——Xie Chen, what's wrong with you?Why are you sucking Song Jiao?Did you smoke all night?I have no guts, only dare to suck, and dare not do other things.

He took back the last sentence.

Xie Chen finally came to the conclusion that I was insane and I couldn't drink anymore.

At this time, voices were faintly heard outside.

"Mamao, morning."

"Morning Zhi Duoxing, morning parrot."

Xie Chen got out of bed, ran to the window, and took a peek.

Several friends were standing at the bottom of the corridor. Song Jiao led the big yellow dog and carried a small blue schoolbag, and yawned: "Is Xie Chen alright? He won't be unable to get up, right? We're going to be late."

Wen knew: "as far as I know, last night we belonged to a small drink, and he belonged to a hangover."

Song Jiao glanced at the opposite side: "Then I'll go and urge him, you go first."

"Row."

Xie Chen watched Song Jiao walking towards him, still immersed in the weird dream that haunted him all night.

terrible!

Xie Chen, you actually sucked up the brother who grew up with you!something is wrong with you!

Xie Chen touched the corner of his mouth until Song Jiao knocked on the door outside: "Xie Chen, are you up?"

Only then did Xie Chen come back to his senses, he turned around and ran to change his clothes and wash his hands, and then realized that he should open the door for Song Jiao first.

So he dragged half of his clothes, and with mouthwash in his mouth, he went to open the door for Song Jiao: "Immediately."

Song Jiao left the big yellow dog at the door and went in by himself.

"Didn't I ask someone to come and call you? Didn't you hear?"

Xie Chen shook his head: "No."

"Okay." Song Jiao walked to the suitcase familiarly, opened the suitcase, and took a piece of clothing, "You wear this, hurry up, you're going to be late."

"Understood." Xie Chen took the clothes and was about to put them on his body, met Song Jiao's eyes, saw the strange look in his eyes, and was a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Song Jiao reached out to touch his forehead, and then tried his own forehead to confirm that he didn't have a fever.

Xie Chen shook his head: "Why?"

Song Jiao lowered her head and looked him up and down: "Are you going to put on a coat like this? Why did you take off your middle coat?"

Xie Chen followed his gaze, and also took a few glances: "...how about me showing off my figure?"

Song Jiao choked.

Xie Chen regained the dominance and asked him: "How is it? How is it? I have been training my muscles recently..."

Song Jiao was cornered by him and yelled at him, "It's not good! Don't be fooled, go get dressed quickly."

Xie Chen stretched out a finger and poked his stomach: "You are not very good, you still talk about me."

Song Jiao:? ! !

A quarter of an hour later, the two walked down the corridor, one behind the other.

Song Jiao crossed his arms and walked in front with ease. Xie Chen was carrying two schoolbags, leading a dog, covering his head, and followed in a dignified manner.

When they arrived at Lantai, everyone else had already arrived. Mr. Liu stood at the door waiting for them with a ruler in hand.

"Your Highness..." Mr. Liu glanced at Xie Chen, well, this is a habitual offender, forget it.

He turned to Song Jiao again: "Maomao, why even you..."

Song Jiao lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Third Grandpa."

"It's not allowed to get close in school."

At this time, the palace people rang the morning bell.

Mr. Liu stepped sideways to clear the way: "Still coming in?"

Song Jiao raised her head, smiled at him, and said, "Thank you, Teacher Liu."

Two people walked into the classroom and sat down in the two seats in front.

Mu Ying, who was sitting in the back, poked Xie Chen with the tip of a pen: "Hey, brother Shen, are you okay? That wine..."

"It's okay." Xie Chen responded with a quick reply, and then turned back.

Muying still wanted to talk, but Wen Zhi coughed, and he could only sit down again.

Xie Chen still covered his head, Song Jiao turned to look at him, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

"It's not you." Xie Chen rubbed the back of his neck, "It's for drinking."

"Oh." Song Jiao paused, "Don't drink next time."

"Ah."

Song Jiao moved back carefully under Mr. Liu's eyelids, supported his head, and wrote with a pen.

He thought for a while, and finally called the system: "Total, can you change to a dose of hangover tea?"

The system thought about it: "Okay."

Song Jiao found an excuse and went out for a trip. When he came back, he came back with a bamboo tube in his clothes.

While Mr. Liu was not paying attention, he lay down on the table, took out the bamboo tube, poured a glass of water, and quietly pushed it to Xie Chen: "Hurry up and drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Liu's eyes swept away: "Your Highness, Maomao, take out the things."

Song Jiao could only take out the bamboo tube and bamboo cup under the table, put them on the table, and stood up by himself: "I'm sorry."

He tugged at Xie Chen's sleeve, and Xie Chen followed him to stand up.

Teacher Liu looked at Song Jiao and sighed: "You really... have been with Brother Shen for a long time..."

As he spoke, he was about to bring the things over. Xie Chen stood up, picked up the bamboo cup in one hand, and the bamboo tube in the other, and drank right away.

Tons of tons!

After drinking all the hangover tea, Xie Chen wiped his mouth before putting the things back: "Well, you can take them away."

Mr. Liu:? ? ?Do you regard me as a palace man who packs up things?

Two scrolls flew in front of me, and Mr. Liu's exasperated voice said, "Get out and stand there! When will you finish memorizing and come in?"

Two people were standing outside with books in their hands, leaning against the wall.

Song Jiao concentrates on his studies, Xie Chen never pays attention, he reads books for a while, and looks at Song Jiao for a while.

He touched Song Jiao with his elbow: "Hey, Maomao, let me tell you a joke."

Song Jiao ignored it and concentrated on endorsing.

"Once upon a time there was a big bad wolf, his favorite food..."

Song Jiao answered, "Little rabbit. I've said it five hundred times. Anyway, the big bad wolf is you, and the little rabbit is me. You just like to make up stories to fool people."

He took the book in Xie Chen's hand: "I finished memorizing it, where did you recite it?"

"The big bad wolf loves to eat..."

Mr. Liu couldn't bear to recite the books until noon, so he let them go to lunch and asked them to come back tomorrow after they had finished memorizing.

After lunch, Song Jiao wanted to supervise Xie Chen's endorsement, but before he could speak, Xie Chen jumped out of the window and ran away. Just as he was about to chase him, Wen Zhi stopped him again and wanted to ask him a few words from the book.

He had no choice but to go with Xie Shen and stay to discuss the article with Wen Zhi.

On the other side, Xie Chen turned out the window and stood outside the window for a while, only to realize that Song Jiao didn't come after him.

He turned his head to see the situation inside, and suddenly felt a little awkward.

He deliberately ignored the awkwardness, turned around and left.

In the afternoon, it was martial arts class. A group of teenagers were full of energy and never had to take a lunch break. After eating, they waited under the shade of a tree next to the martial arts field.

When Xie Chen passed by, they were talking and laughing.

Someone saw him: "Brother Shen is here."

"Brother Shen."

"Ah."

Everyone made room for him, Xie Chen stepped on the stone, clasped the tree trunk with both hands, and with a push, he climbed up the tree.

He leaned on the tree trunk, closed his eyes with his hands on his pillow, and his friends continued the topic just now.

Muying is still talking about the girl he likes: "The eyebrows are curved, the eyes are big, black and bright, the mouth and nose are small, and she is very beautiful."

The friends smiled and said, "Brother Parrot, your last sentence should be 'beautiful'."

Muying reacted for a while: "Isn't it about the same?"

"It's very different, curved, big, and bright, so why not follow 'beautiful'?"

Muying was a little anxious: "Don't talk about her!"

The friends quickly said: "Okay, okay, don't talk, don't talk."

Another person started: "I think the little girl who sells tofu in the West Market is more beautiful..."

Xie rested his hands on his pillow, expressionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

I don't know how long it took before the bell rang, and the voice of Old General Wu came from the martial field: "Hey, those who come here first, come quickly, don't chat anymore, Zhamabu, Zamabu!"

Xie Chen opened his eyes, straightened up, and saw Song Jiao and Wen Zhi walking in the afternoon sunlight through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Song Jiao changed into plain clothes with dark patterns of bamboo leaves, with tunic sleeves wrapped around her wrists, a wide belt around her waist, and a hair tie on her head.

Xie Chen described this scene with extremely poor language.

Waking up from a nap, he turned down the branches, as if stepping on clouds, step by step.

When his friends saw him fall from the tree, they shouted anxiously, but Xie Chen stared ahead, knelt down on one knee, then stood up, and landed smoothly.

"Damn it, brother Shen has achieved great success!"