The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Xie Chen folded his hands, condescendingly, staring at Wen Zhi with a falcon-like interrogation gaze - he thought that.

"Do you have a sweetheart?"

Wen Zhi looked away from the scroll, raised his head, frowned, and looked back: "What did Brother Shen say?"

He didn't seem to understand what Xie Chen meant.

Xie Chen turned his head and glanced at the door. Song Jiao was still outside, squatting by the well to wash his face, and also washed his big dog.

Xie Chen seized the time, turned around and asked again: "Are you... hi..."

Suddenly it got stuck.

He clearly wanted to question Wen Zhi, but the words "I like Song Jiao" were too difficult to utter.

Even if he knew in his heart that he was talking about Wen Zhi, but as long as he said those four words, it wasn't Wen Zhi, and it would put him in an uncontrollable situation where he couldn't get out of it.

His ears were red, and when he thought of Song Jiao, he couldn't say those four words.

Wen Zhi remained expressionless, still not understanding what he meant.

He turned his head and glanced, Song Jiao had already washed his face and came back.

He jumped over the threshold: "Hey! I'm back!"

Silly.

Xie Chen was taken aback, took a step to the side, rubbed his red ears unconsciously, and said very hard: "Are you stupid?"

Song Jiao choked for a moment, and kicked him when he passed by.

Song Jiao walked over to Wen Zhi and sat down: "Have you finished watching?"

Wen Zhi nodded: "There are still a few books."

Seeing that he was dying of anxiety and anger, Xie Chen made a quick decision, and squeezed between the two of them, facing Song Jiao, with both hands grabbing the soft cushion Song Jiao was sitting on, pushing him away a little.

Song Jiao sat on the automatic sliding mat with a confused look on his face: "What are you doing?"

Xie Chen got his wish and sat down in front of him: "I just read a book, and there are two sentences I don't understand."

"Oh, let's take a look together."

Xie Chen didn't have a chance, and he didn't have the time to question and warn Wen Zhi, so he could only look after Song Jiao and push Wen Zhi away from him.

Song Jiao is only 13 years old and will be deceived.

What kind of love are you talking about at a young age?

He must at least wait until—Xie Chen thought about it with his fingers, Song Jiao must be at least 30 or 30 years old before he can fall in love.So before Song Jiaoer turned [-], he had to protect this little rabbit.

Xie Chen looked at the person in front of him, saw his immature face, thought it was right, and nodded silently.

-I'm right.

Song Jiao was holding the book, saw him nodding, thought he understood, and patted him on the shoulder very pleased to show encouragement.

--You are wonderful.

Cross-server communication, unexpectedly met each other by accident, the two of them looked at each other very satisfied.

After lunch at Shijietang, Wen Zhi read a book, and Song Jiao and Xie Shen fell asleep soundly.

Until the evening, several people want to go back.

Before leaving, Liu Yi called Song Jiao to stop: "Maomao."

Song Jiao turned around: "Brother."

"Tomorrow, I will ask someone to sort out another copy of the new book and send it to the palace. You can pass it on to Jiang Ping for me."

"it is good."

Song Jiaochao waved to his senior brother, and the group left Shi Jietang.

Wen Zhi broke up with them halfway, and Song Jiao and Xie Chen went back to the palace together.

Song Jiao led the big yellow dog, and Xie Chen walked half a step behind him.

Xie Chen is fourteen or fifteen years old, but he usually pretends to be old-fashioned and always likes to hold hands.

He turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Song Jiao.

Song Jiao is almost the same as when he was a child, except that he has grown a little taller, and he still looks so silly, walking with a patter, exactly like the big dog he was leading.

Xie Chen looked down and landed on the back of his neck.

It would be great if I could pick it up like catching a rabbit, and then put it in my pocket, so that it would not be snatched away by Wen Zhi, nor would it be snatched away by others.

Thinking of this, Xie Chen stretched out his hand towards him.

The back of Song Jiao's neck was pinched, and she became stiff for a moment.

He turned back: "What are you doing?"

Xie Chen withdrew his hand, rubbed his fingertips together, and lied without changing his face: "There is a bug."

Song Jiao touched the back of his neck, but found nothing, but still felt a little strange, glanced at Xie Chen, and didn't know how to ask him.

The two entered the palace gate, returned to Xiaodong Palace, parted hands in the courtyard, one turned left, the other turned right, and returned to their own room.

Song Jiao closed the door behind his back, unfastened the collar for the system, then went to wash his hands and face, and changed his clothes.

After a while, he came out from behind the screen in his middle coat, walked to the side of the bed, opened his arms, and flung himself on the quilt.

"I'm so tired, I'm so tired when I go out."

The system slowly paced over, lay down on the side of the bed, and adjusted its posture.

Song Jiao buried her face in the quilt, and after a long while, she raised her head: "Everything."

The system flicked its tail again and again: "Huh?"

"Don't you think that Xie Chen is not quite right recently?"

The system thought for a while, and echoed, "It's a little bit."

"He's been very strange recently, it seems like it's been since his birthday." Song Jiao got the approval and talked more.He sat up, pulled the pillow over, and held it in his arms, "Sometimes he insists on following me, and sometimes he just doesn't want to be with me, and sometimes he jumps repeatedly in a short period of time."

"Really? How could this be?"

"I don't know either. One time I had a good conversation with him, but I didn't say anything. Suddenly he took a big step back, turned around and ran away." Song Jiao leaned forward with a Holding his chin with his hand, "It's very strange, did I do anything to him recently? Shouldn't I?"

The system said: "He is crazy."

"It shouldn't be that serious, right?" Song Jiao frowned, "Maybe a little bit, and he even lied to me, saying that he ate me in a dream. This is simply... nonsense!"

The system looked up at him: "Mao, I saw your reaction in the morning, and you were convinced at the time. When you heard that he was going to eat people, you were so scared that you wanted to take off on the spot."

Song Jiao raised his head and patted his heart: "Actually, I have already seen it."

The system looked at him suspiciously.

"Really, don't doubt my head, and don't look at me like this." Song Jiao hugged the pillow, fell on the bed, rolled to the innermost side, and then admitted in a low voice, "Well, I really believed it at the time, obviously it was It's a clumsy lie. I don't know why I always trust Xie Chen so easily."

The system is indifferent: "I'm used to it, you especially believed in him when you were a child, and he lied to you that he was dead and alive, and you believed everything."

Song Jiao smiled embarrassedly: "But Grandpa Xie is not here now, so I can't play "On the Sedan Chair" for him."

But he soon became worried again: "Tongtong, what do you think happened to Xie Chen? Will he be safe? I'm a little worried about his recent mental state."

The system comforted him: "It's okay, he will be fine."

"why?"

"He's the future emperor." System put his front legs on the edge of the bed, climbed onto the bed with a bang, and lay down next to Song Jiao, "He can be regarded as an important role in this world. He hasn't become the emperor yet, so he must be. Nothing will happen."

"Huh? Then if he becomes the emperor, something will happen?"

"That's not necessarily the case. It's just the founding of the country. Think of something good."

Song Jiao scratched the pillow with his fingers in annoyance, and suddenly remembered something: "No, everything, even the emperor may have accidents. I read a while ago, and many emperors have various physical and mental problems. "

The system said indifferently: "What you are talking about is a tyrant and a fool."

"Oh, then Xie Chen seems unlikely."

Still a little worried, Song Jiao was always frowning, the system glanced at him, and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, let me check for you."

"Huh?" Song Jiao's eyes lit up, "Can I still check this?"

"Of course, the system is invincible."

Song Jiao moved its dog's head vigorously: "Thank you all."

The system tapped its paw, and a blue light screen appeared in front of the two of them.

Song Jiao said: "Just check the next plot direction, and check Xie Chen's character line by the way..."

Song Jiao looked at the light screen in front of him, the system skillfully opened the browser, popped up the keyboard, pointed at the dog's paw, and started typing——

How likely is it that the emperor has a mental illness?

"Huh?" What is this?Song Jiao's head was full of question marks.

"Oh, maybe not quite right."

The system moved the cursor to the front and added two words before the word "Emperor"——

future.

How likely is it that the future emperor will suffer from mental illness?

"Tongtong, this is what you said... Check it out for me?"

"Yes." The system confidently said, "I use the most authoritative browser."

"Ha ha……"

Song Jiao laughed dryly, and then stretched out his hand to grab the system. The system expressed strong resistance, and quickly said, "Oh, I understand, I understand. I'll check it in the database of the control center."

The system quickly opened the database of the control center and searched for the "morbidity rate" of the future emperor.

The two looked at the numbers on the light screen in shock.

.9999%

"Hiss—" Song Jiao gasped, "No way?"

He swipe down again, and the following are all mission records sent by other systems in the control center. As long as the content involves the emperor, it is basically full of terms that he can't understand——

Blackening, bigotry, and captivity.

"What does this all mean? I can't understand any of it." Song Jiao was puzzled, and suddenly remembered, "Oh, 'blackening', I know, when I was in kindergarten, some big brothers formed a family... "

As he spoke, he swiped his finger down. He couldn't understand it, but the system became more and more frightened and sweated profusely.

Very unsuitable for minors to understand the taboo task!

He jumped straight up, pressing the light screen under his stomach.

"This is a string of garbled characters, and the control center is out of order."

Song Jiao was a little skeptical: "Really?"

"Well, don't look at it, Xie Chen will be fine. If something happens, you can take something from the mall to raise him." The system pushed him away, "If you want to raise him, you have to accumulate points from now on. The task of 'learning rich five cars' How many books are you missing? Hurry up and read the books."

"No."

Song Jiao grabbed the big yellow dog with both hands, buried his face on its back, and dawdled.

The system has nothing to love, and issued a warning with an electronic voice: "Host, please stop... stop your rough dog-sucking behavior!"

After a while, Song Jiao raised his head from the big yellow dog, and patted the head of the system contentedly: "Tongtong, next time I will raise another cat, okay?"

"Impossible..." The system tried to struggle, "You really, the older you get, the skinier you become..."

In a blink of an eye, the system suddenly reacted, and he sat up abruptly: "Mamao, is Xie Chen in adolescence?"

"what?"

The system reopened the light screen and projected a document——

"Maomao Growth Handbook" has hundreds of pages.

Song Jiao shrank her neck and muttered softly, "It's a little exaggerated."

The system skips the childhood stage and turns to page [-].

——From this stage, Mao Mao will enter puberty. At this stage, you need to pay attention to the following matters.

Song Jiao turned two pages: "Tongtong, you didn't write all these things, did you?"

"It's not me..." The system paused for a moment, then turned its head embarrassedly, "Who else?"

Song Jiao was also a little embarrassed, blushed, paused, and said, "...Thank you all."

It was weird, the system thought for a while, and said, "By the way, I still have precious images of your childhood here, do you want to take a look?"

Before Song Jiao could answer, he switched the screen on his own.

The voices of Song Jiao, Xie Chen, and other children came from the screen: "Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks swim past..."

"No!" Song Jiao hurriedly stopped him, "Don't look at this!"

"How cute, I watch it often, and I even extracted this audio and set it as my message notification tone."

"No!"

This time it was Song Jiao's turn to pounce on him, pressing the light screen under his stomach.

The little emotion just now disappeared quickly. He grabbed the system and moved the dog vigorously.

The two quarreled for a while before they finally calmed down and started discussing "adolescence".

The system took him through the growth manual briefly, and finally said: "In short, this stage is very important, you have to pay attention, you can tell me anything."

"Okay, thank you all." Song Jiao nodded, "But I also need to pay attention to my friends, especially Xie Chen who has been behaving strangely."

Even though she is the youngest, she still thinks about others.

The system was helpless: "Alright, alright, as you please." He suddenly remembered something, and added: "You are not allowed to fall in love early."

Song Jiao was puzzled: "Puppy love?"

"Just like a parrot, chasing after other girls."

"Why not?"

"Because..." the system kicked its feet, "It's not allowed anyway."

When the two were talking, Xie Chen suddenly opened the door and came in: "Mamao."

Song Jiao pressed the system down, poked his head out: "Ah? What's wrong?"

"Yes..." Xie Chen now wanted to make an excuse, "I don't understand two lines of the poem, so I came here to ask you."

"Okay, come in." Song Jiao quickly got out of bed, and walked out rubbing her sour face from rubbing against the dog just now.

When he came out, Xie Chen who had already entered was taken aback again.

Thirteen and fourteen-year-old boys are growing taller all the time, and the speed of making clothes cannot keep up with the speed of growing taller.On Song Jiao's body, the snow-white jacket was obviously too short. He walked out barefoot, with disheveled hair, flushed face, and exposed wrists and ankles.He has a small frame and is thin and small. Xie Chen's hand for holding the bow and archery can be wrapped around with one hand.

Xie Chen quickly took a step back, resisting the urge to "eat people", turned around and left: "I suddenly understood again, I don't need you to teach me."

Song Jiao was still a little confused, and turned to complain to the system: "Tongtong, look, he is like this again, is this puberty?"

The system shook its head: "I don't know, I'm just a weak and helpless system."

Early the next morning, Liu Yibian sent someone to bring in the new book, and sent three copies, two of which were given to Song Jiao and Xie Chen, and one copy was given to Song Jiao to Jiang Ping.

A few years ago, Emperor Qing came to Qi to congratulate Mr. Xie on his ascension to the throne, and insisted on exchanging protons in order to contain him.

In the end, the protons could not be exchanged, so he kept the proton he brought, the Seventh Prince Li Xu, here.Mr. Xie wants to send Li Xu back, but Emperor Qing refuses to let Li Xu go back, and insists on letting Li Xu stay.

There was no other way, Mr. Xie had no choice but to keep this proton.

There are many servants around Li Xu, teachers and servants, everything you need, Jiang Ping is his companion.

Li Xu usually lives in Ruomutai, which is far away from the center of the palace and on the west side.

If the gate of Mutai Palace is closed, Li Xu seldom goes out, even with his attendants, and Song Jiao rarely sees Jiang Ping, only when Liu Yi asks him to deliver something.

Song Jiao knew that Jiang Ping's literary talents were not inferior to Liu Yi and Wen Zhi's, and he was about the same age as Senior Brother Liu, so he became friends with Senior Brother Liu.

Brother Liu originally wanted to get him out of Li Xu, but Li Xu was determined not to let him go, so he had to give up.Liu Yi could only give Jiang Ping something from time to time, and asked Mr. Liu to point out Jiang Ping's articles, and asked Song Jiao to bring him something when he couldn't enter the palace.

Every time he went to Ruomutai, Xie Chen would accompany Song Jiao.

"If I don't follow, you will be caught and bullied by Li Xu."

"It was a thing when I was a child, and it won't happen now."

Xie Chen pinched his wrist and chuckled lightly: "Fart, just like you, I can hit a hundred."

"..." Song Jiao paused, "I just grow slowly."

With Song Jiao holding the book, the two stopped in front of the side door of Ruomutai.

Xie Chen knocked on the door and asked a servant to call Jiang Ping.

Neither of them wanted to go in, so they waited outside.Song Jiao didn't want to cause more trouble, he could not suffer because of his status, but Jiang Ping would be punished for this incident, which would actually hurt him; while Xie Chen simply didn't want to get his feet dirty.

The two waited outside for a while, and then Jiang Ping, who was wearing coarse clothes, came out.

They brought a lot of things with them when they came. At that time, Jiang Ping was still wearing silk and satin, but the clothes he brought back then can no longer be worn now. The Emperor Qing seemed to have forgotten them, and never gave him anything. Come over, the palace gives them some money every month, but this money has to be spent on Li Xu, and these servants can only live frugally.

A suit of coarse clothes could not conceal Jiang Ping's bearing.He is about the same age as Liu Yi, and will wear a crown in a few months. He is tall and straight, majestic and magnanimous.

Jiang Ping stepped forward quickly and called out: "Your Highness, Maomao."

Song Jiao handed him the things in his hand: "Young Master Jiang, this is the book my senior brother gave you."

"Okay, thank you, and thank Brother Liu for me."

Jiang Ping took the things over, said a few more words to him, and hurried to leave: "Recently His Highness Seventh has a bad temper, I asked someone to take care of me for a while, and I have to go back soon."

Song Jiao whispered: "His temper has always been very bad, it's not lately." He raised his head and waved to Jiang Ping: "See you, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Ping turned his head, but suddenly saw a person standing under the eaves in the distance behind him.

Li Xu was standing there gloomyly.

At this time, Song Jiao and Xie Chen also saw him, they looked at each other, and Li Xu stepped forward.

"Your Highnesses are here to visit, so it's not far away to welcome you." Li Xu approached with strides, he cast a sidelong glance at Jiang Ping, "Your Highnesses are here, but you didn't come to report and neglected His Highness, can you bear it?"

What he said was really not very pleasant.

Song Jiao pulled Jiang Ping, and just about to speak, Li Xu raised his hands again and saluted them, "I have seen the two Highnesses."

Song Jiao took a step back and avoided the gift, but Xie Chen accepted it calmly.

"Retire without courtesy."

Song Jiao looked at Li Xu's face, only felt that his complexion was ashen, and his eyes were black and blue, he seemed to be the person who was not in a good state of mind.

That's right, when he was only a few years old, he was left here by Emperor Qing. After all these years, how could he stay behind closed doors?

Not long after, Xie Chen dragged Song Jiao away.

Xie Chen snorted: "Li Xu's words are really eccentric."

Song Jiao nodded, still thinking about something: "Yes."

Xie Chen turned his head: "Don't sympathize with him blindly, you will be bullied by him again some other day, don't ask me to cry."

"I know, I'm not stupid." Song Jiao took his hand, "Without you and me, I dare not go to Ruomutai by myself, it's a bit gloomy over there."

It wasn't just Xie Chen's heart, Xie Chen's whole body swelled up.

He felt empowered.

Protect Song Jiao's power!

Soon, it will be the seventh day of July.

On this day, most of the students in the school strongly requested a holiday.

"Ms. Liu, it's time for us to start a family and start a business. It's Qixi Festival, give us a holiday, so we can find a chance to start a family."

Mr. Liu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why do you start a family? What are you in a hurry for?"

So the teenagers said again: "We are not in a hurry, but Brother Liu is in a hurry. Teacher, you can help Senior Brother Liu find a sweetheart. We will reluctantly stop studying today."

Most of the students asked for a holiday, and only Wen Zhi asked to go to class as usual. In the end, Mr. Liu gave them a holiday, and he will make up for the next monthly leave.

The teenagers were overjoyed. Those who had a sweetheart took gifts and went to find the sweetheart. Those who didn’t have a sweetheart went back to wash their hair and take a bath, changed into extremely bright new clothes, and wandered around the streets.

Mu Ying, and his three good friends, also went to the front line together.

Muying was neatly dressed, and his three good friends, holding flowers and candles, followed behind him.

Flowers and candles were Song Jiao's idea.

It's just broad daylight, and the candles don't seem to be lit at all.

When he arrived in Dongshi, Muying soon saw the flower girl he liked. He turned around and took flowers from his friends—the candles had already been blown out by the wind.

Friends tidied his hair and clothes, and pinned a small flower on his temple.

"Okay, it looks great."

Mu Yingfei ran forward to meet the little girl she liked, and the three friends followed quietly, hiding in a wonton stall to check.

Song Jiao bit her finger: "Wow, is this puppy love?"

Wen Zhi raised his head from time to time and glanced ahead: "It's boring, I wasted a day of class."

Xie Chen: "Maomao, is it really okay to send flowers? This person is a flower seller, will she sell the flowers that Brother Parrot gave her?"

As soon as Xie Chen finished speaking, Mu Ying ran back crying, "Wow!"

The little girl chased after him: "Hey, how about the purchase price of five cents? No matter how expensive it is, I won't be able to sell it."

The three friends wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh.

Muying wiped her tears, and stuffed all the flowers into Song Jiao's arms: "Maomao, I'll give it to you."

Xie Chen's expression froze, and his smile gradually disappeared.