The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Xie Chen held four rabbit lanterns, squeezed out from the crowd, and returned to the place where he and Song Jiao had just parted.

But Song Jiao disappeared, he looked around, and finally looked at Mu Ying: "Brother Ying, where is Mao Mao?"

Mu Ying shouted in his ear: "Brother Shen, Zhi Duoxing took Mao Mao away!"

Xie Chen turned his head abruptly: "What?"

Muying paused every word: "Zhi Duoxing, He, Mao Mao, let's go!"

When these words fell into Xie Chen's ears, they became——

Zhi Duoxing has ulterior motives, taking advantage of people's absence, to pry into people's corners!

I, go, he, mother, of.

Xie Chen cursed, stuffed something into Muying's hand, and turned to look for someone.

Mu Ying hugged her things and ran after Xie Chen: "Brother Shen, Brother Shen! Zhi Duoxing said that he has something to say to Mao Mao, so let me wait for you here, and when you come, I will take you there, you Where are you going?"

There was a lot of voices, Xie Chen couldn't hear what he was saying at all, he just rushed forward with his neck stuck.

Mu Ying shouted hoarsely: "Brother Shen! Are you going to find Mao Mao? I'll take you there!"

Xie Chen pushed away the crowd, and quickly glanced at all passers-by.

Before taking two steps, Xie Chen's gaze was fixed on an alley beside the long street.

Wen Zhi, the one in the blue dress is fairly tall, just by looking at his back, even if he turns into ashes, Xie Chen can recognize him.

Xie Chen took a few more glances, but he didn't see Song Jiao's figure.

It must have been blocked by Wen Zhi!

Xie Chen was furious, with smoke coming from his head, pushed away the crowd, and strode towards that side.

Mu Ying exclaimed: "Wow, Brother Shen found Mao Mao so fast, even faster than me leading the way. No wonder Brother Shen didn't want me to lead the way."

When Xie Chen walked outside the alley, Song Jiao and Wen Zhi were tired from standing, so they sat down on the steps.

Song Jiao asked: "Brother Shen, why didn't you come here? Could it be that Brother Ying led the wrong way?"

Mu Ying, who was shot innocently, pointed at herself suspiciously, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Xie Chen.

Xie Chen huddled in the corner, the dog was sneaking around, observing secretly, while the two people in the alley continued to talk.

Wen knew: "Probably not, wait a little longer."

Song Jiao propped his head: "If you want to give me something, you can give it anytime. Why do you choose when we are separated? There are so many people now, if you are scattered, you can't find them."

Xie Chen opened his eyes wide, giving something?What did you send?Why choose to send something at this time?

Wen Zhi accepted it humbly: "I'm impulsive, I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."

impulse?What impulse? !

Mu Ying watched Xie Chen's face darken, he clenched his fists, and when he was about to step forward, Mu Ying held him down.

"Brother Shen, calm down, we are all brothers, what are you doing?"

Muying didn't know why Xie Chen was angry, so she could only try to send a message to the two people in the alley, telling them to stop talking.

But Xie Chen leaned against the wall and gave Mu Ying a sharp look. Mu Ying quickly covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

He could only pray secretly, hoping that Zhi Duoxing and Mao Mao would stop saying strange things and making Brother Shen angry.

I only heard Song Jiao know to Wen again: "I haven't neglected my studies recently, you must be too nervous."

"Obviously, you have regarded neglecting your studies as a normal state, so normal."

"I don't have it!" Song Jiao retorted hastily, "Where do I have it?"

Mu Ying couldn't understand what they were talking about again.

You clearly talked about giving gifts earlier, why did you suddenly jump to study again?

Xie Chen didn't understand either, but after thinking about it, he quickly realized it.

Wen Zhi has ulterior motives and schemes against Song Jiao, so he learns to get close to Song Jiao and lower his vigilance.

It really deserves to be a wise multi-star.

Xie Chen's attention returned to the alley, only to hear Wen Zhi say again: "I know your heart, you want to study, but there is a person next to you who plots against you, and is always luring you away from studying, Neglect their studies……"

Song Jiao was puzzled: "Who? Who plotted against me?"

Wen Zhi thought for a while, but said: "A gentleman should be cautious about his independence, I can't speak ill of others."

"Ah?" But Song Jiao's curiosity had already been aroused, "Zhi Duoxing, why don't you tell me a little, tell me quietly, this is not bad-mouthing people, it's a reminder to me, if someone really wants to I will do it, and I will take precautions early."

He understood "conspiring against the law" to mean something else.

Xie Chen who was eavesdropping was very disdainful, heh, who else around Song Jiao is plotting against him?

It's you!It's you Wenzhi!

Mu Ying could only press Xie Chen's shoulder hard, pinning him down.

On the other side, Wen Zhi thought over and over again, and decided to tell Song Jiao about this matter: "Okay, then I'll tell you, don't tell others, just pay more attention to yourself."

Song Jiao nodded again and again: "Yeah."

Xie Chen snorted, but also pricked up his ears honestly.

The enemy's enemy is also an enemy, knowing a little more information will help him protect Mao Mao.

Only Wen Zhi lowered his voice, and said two words lightly: "Brother Shen."

Song Jiao:? ? ?

Xie Shen:? ? ?

As early as the night of Xie Chen's birthday, Wen Zhi noticed that Xie Chen's attitude towards Song Jiao seemed to be different.

A few people drank together that night, Muying talked about her sweetheart, saying she was pretty, and Xie Chen also said "good-looking".

However, Xie Chen didn't seem to be talking about the little flower seller, he had never even seen that girl, and when he spoke, he hugged Song Jiao, and when he opened his eyes, his gaze stayed on Song Jiao face.

There is only one truth, Xie Chen speaks the truth after drinking, the "beautiful" in his mouth refers to Song Jiao.

What Muying was talking about was her sweetheart, and what Xie Chen was talking about was probably also her own sweetheart.

The observations in the next few days further confirmed Wen Zhi's guess.

Xie Chen treats Song Jiao differently from other friends.

Since he was a child, he liked to pretend to be old-fashioned in front of his friends so that they could convince him.But in front of Song Jiao, he has always looked childish, moving here and there, and he especially likes to make Song Jiao angry. When Song Jiao is really angry, he will go over to coax people with things.

Wen Zhi is certain that Xie Chen's sweetheart is Song Jiao.Xie Chen has been waiting for an opportunity to get close to Song Jiao, creating various opportunities to talk to Song Jiao, and even quarrel with him.

Xie Chen is the one with deep scheming and ulterior motives!

Song Jiao is only 13 years old, six months younger than Xie Chen, he will be deceived.

Wen Zhi, who loves to study, will never allow anyone to spoil his study partner.

So after Wen Zhi confirmed this, he was like a scarecrow guarding the radish, standing by Song Jiao's side at all times, blocking Xie Chen who was waiting for an opportunity to attack.

But Wen Zhi soon discovered that the carrot he was protecting was also jumping into the wolf's mouth.

All kinds of signs indicated that Song Jiao had repeatedly jumped on the verge of being led to ruin, and was in danger.

Forced by this, Wen Zhi had no choice but to take the next step, expressly hinting at Song Jiao, and pulling him out of the big bad wolf's mouth.

thus--

Wen Zhi: Brother Shen is the one who harbors ill intentions towards Mao Mao.

Xie Chen: Zhi Duo Xingzhi is close to a demon, with ulterior motives.

Xie Chen also used one more idiom than Wen Zhi.

Song Jiao was stunned, why couldn't he understand what Wen Zhi was saying all of a sudden?

"Ah... huh?"

Wen Zhi said firmly: "Brother Shen plotted against you."

Song Jiao still didn't seem to understand: "Oh, does it mean that Xie Chen has been bullying me?"

Wen Zhi was helpless, and continued to dial: "He stays with you all day, teases you hard, bullies you, and will never be bored, does he look like Brother Parrot and his sweetheart?"

Xie Chen, who had already clenched his fists and wanted to come in to argue with Wen Zhi, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Why is it the same?

On the other side, Song Jiao thought for a while, and replied hesitantly, "It's probably...it doesn't look like...?"

"Oh." Wen Zhi sneered, "You don't think it looks like it, but he thinks it looks a lot like it."

Xie Chen stood in the corner, scratching the wall silently.

—I don't, and I don't think so.

Wen knew: "In short..."

Xie Chen didn't dare to listen any more, turned around and left.

Mu Ying hugged a bunch of things, looked this way, then looked there, and finally caught up with Xie Chen.

Hearing what Wen Zhi said just now, Muying's mind is very confused, and Xie Chen's is even more confused.

He folded his hands and walked like flying, just wanting to leave this annoying place quickly.

Mu Ying caught up with him: "Brother Shen, Brother Shen, why don't I seem to understand what Zhi Duoxing is saying, do you understand?"

Xie Chen twitched the corners of his lips, and replied lightly: "I understand."

"Then can you tell me?"

"No."

Xie Chen suddenly stopped, thought for a while, and turned around.

"Brother Shen, do you want to go back?"

"Otherwise? Let Mao Mao go home alone?" Xie Chen thought about it again, and said to Mu Ying, "Don't tell them what we eavesdropped outside just now."

"Ok."

The two of them returned to the alley as if they had just found them.

Wen Zhi turned his head and saw them, and said, "Are you here? There are too many people over there, and I feel a little uncomfortable, so I asked Mao Mao to accompany me out."

Don't change face, lie expert.

Xie Chen pursed the corners of his lips, and raised his chin to the side: "Brother Parrot led the wrong way."

Another lying expert.

Song Jiao and Muying looked at each other.

Song Jiao stood up, and Mu Ying also took a step towards him. The two exchanged a tentative look, and then quickly stood together.

Mu Ying shared the things in her hand with Song Jiao: "Maomao, brother Shen bought this for you."

Song Jiao took it: "Thank you."

Xie Chen stepped forward and pinched the back of his neck: "Thank you who?"

Song Jiao smiled at him: "Thank you Brother Shen."

Wen Zhi supported his forehead in the back, feeling that what he said just now was useless, Song Jiao didn't have a long memory at all.

It was getting late at this time, and the few people didn't plan to go shopping anymore, so they were going to go back.

Several people unanimously agreed to send Song Jiao home first.

Song Junshi became the prime minister when Mr. Xie took the throne, and naturally opened the prime minister's mansion outside.

Prime Minister Song was not at home a while ago, so Song Jiao was sent to the palace to live with Xie Chen for a while.Prime Minister Song is back today, so naturally he has to go home.

In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Song Jiao led the puppy and waved goodbye to his friends: "See you tomorrow."

When Song Jiao returned home, the lights were still on in the hall. Prime Minister Song was sleeping on the back of the chair with the memorial in one hand and his head in the other.

He tilted his head, seeing that the candle on the table was about to burn his hair, Song Jiao hurried forward and moved the candle away.

Candle tears dripped on the back of Song Jiao's hands. He hissed and shook his hands. Before he could make a sound, he woke up Prime Minister Song.

"Mamao?"

Song Jiao put his hands behind his back and called out, "Grandpa."

"Are you back?" Prime Minister Song rubbed his eyes, "Grandpa waited for you so long that he fell asleep."

Song Jiao bowed her head: "You don't have to wait for me from now on. If grandpa is tired, you can go to bed early. Brother Shen and the others will send me back, and I will be fine."

"Grandpa hasn't seen you for so many days, stay up late, and see you sleep again, so Grandpa can rest assured." Prime Minister Song saw him put his hands behind his back, and asked, "What's hiding behind his hands?"

"Oh, it's a gift I brought to grandpa." Song Jiao took out a small sachet from his sleeve, "The medicinal materials in it are obtained according to the prescription I asked the old doctor to write. The sachet was bought on the street just now, and it is very Pretty, right?"

Grandpa Song took the sachet and took a look: "Maomao, are you sending mandarin ducks to Grandpa?"

Song Jiao was a little embarrassed: "These styles are all sold on the street today, there is nothing else. Grandpa didn't say that he was coming back today, so he didn't prepare in advance."

He thought for a while, then raised his head again, confidently: "What does it matter if you send a mandarin duck? Husband and wife can be compared to monarchs and ministers, and of course mandarin ducks can also be compared to grandparents."

Prime Minister Song smiled helplessly, shook his head, blew out the candles, and tried to stand up while leaning on the handrail.

Song Jiao hurriedly stepped forward to help, accidentally exposed the red spot on his hand, and pulled his sleeve to cover the wound.

Prime Minister Song turned his head to take a look, and he knew it clearly, but he didn't expose it.

In order to take care of the habits of the southerners of Prime Minister Song, the Prime Minister's Mansion was built according to the southern architectural style, with wooden buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, and cornices.

The grandpa and grandson walked slowly in the corridor, and the big yellow dog dragged the rope and walked obediently behind.

The attendants in the mansion had already gone down to rest, only the candles in the lanterns hanging in the corridor were burning, occasionally making the sound of candles cracking.

Grandpa Song asked: "How are you doing in the palace these days? Didn't you get bullied by Brother Shen?"

"No, Xie Chen didn't dare to bully me, it all happened when I was a child."

"Really?" Grandpa Song smiled, "But I see you, why do you still look soft? You are not as tall as Brother Shen, nor as strong as Brother Shen. If you are bullied by him, wouldn't you have the strength to fight back?" nothing?"

"I'm just growing slowly, and I'll be taller and stronger than him in the future." Song Jiao whispered, "Grandpa thinks I'm growing slowly, obviously I never did before."

"No, Grandpa is thinking, is it because Grandpa is often not by your side, so you don't eat much, you only like to eat snacks, so your nutrition can't keep up."

"I don't eat snacks every day, I don't believe grandpa asks everything."

System: "Wow."

Song Jiao began to translate: "Everyone is saying: 'Yes.'"

System: "Wow woof."

"It said: 'That's right.'"

System: "Don't translate indiscriminately, I said 'yes' and 'wrong', who is 13 years old and still loves to eat Want Want gift bags? Who is it?"

It's Mao Mao.

Grandpa Song smiled and patted Song Jiao's arm: "From tomorrow onwards, the house will give you extra meals."

"Ok."

Song Jiao helped grandpa back to the room, helped grandpa hang the sleeping sachet on the bedside, and wanted to lie on it and try it himself.

Grandpa Song pushed him away in "disgust": "Go and go, I just come back after playing outside all day, it's dirty, don't go to bed."

Song Jiao squatted beside the bed, swayed back and forth, rolled his eyes, and smiled on his face: "Grandpa, does that mean I can go up after washing?"

Grandpa Song nodded helplessly: "Yes."

"Good, you can sleep with grandpa at night." Song Jiao took the big yellow dog, one person and one dog, with six legs, and ran out like the wind, "Quick, all, quick."

Not long after, the "six legs" ran back like the wind.

Song Jiao took a bath, put on a middle coat, came back with her quilt in her arms, and threw herself on the bed with a bang, the system followed behind him, with her front feet on the edge of the bed, wanting to get up too.

Song Jiao pushed its front paws "ruthlessly": "Tongtong, you have grown up, you can't sleep with grandpa anymore."

At this moment, Grandpa Song was leaning on the bedside, reading a book by the light of the candle beside him. Hearing him speak, he couldn't help laughing: "You are bigger than it, and you still talk about it."

"I don't care." Song Jiao wrapped the quilt and moved to the innermost side of the bed, "I want to sleep with grandpa."

The system also found a place at the head of the bed and lay down.

Song Jiao buried her face in the pillow and took a deep breath: "Grandpa's bed smells so good."

Grandpa Song put down the scroll: "Stupid, where is the fragrance on the old man?"

"Where is it so fragrant?" Song Jiao sniffed around like a puppy, and finally stopped beside Grandpa Song, "Grandpa is the most fragrant. Grandpa has the fragrance of ink on his body."

Grandpa Song pushed his forehead and pushed him away: "Go to sleep, talk so much, you will become more and more stupid as you grow up, if you dare to say stupid things again, I will kick you out immediately."

Song Jiao covered her mouth and stopped talking, but she still giggled.

Grandpa Song turned his head and blew out the candles, and lay down beside him. Before the quilt was covered, Song Jiao hugged him.

Grandpa Song was helpless: "Oh, I haven't seen you for a few months, so clingy, it's not like when I was a child."

Song Jiao smiled, and asked again: "Grandpa, what did you do outside this time? Why have you been out for so long?"

"I went to see a few places where soldiers and farmers were stationed, and they were all developing well. I thought it would not be easy to reorganize those bandits, but now it seems that I was prejudiced in advance. It's not bad to let them lead the troops. of."

"Then do you still have to go to court in the next few days? Do you want to get up early tomorrow?"

"I don't need it tomorrow, just take a rest for a day."

"Then the day after tomorrow you will go to court?"

"Ah."

Song Jiao picks his hands: "Grandpa Xie is really picky, so I only have a day off."

"He didn't even have a holiday. He will start going to court tomorrow. I'll have a day off, which is not bad."

"Okay." Song Jiao whispered, "Then I retract what I said just now. I'm sorry, thank you, Grandpa."

Grandpa Song patted his arm: "It's not all for you, you and I thank Grandpa for working so hard. The more money we save now, the more stable your life will be in the future."

"You don't have to work so hard. When I grow up a bit, I can also become an official in the court, and then my grandpas can retire and take care of themselves."

"Well, then grandpa is waiting to retire." Grandpa Song changed the subject, "By the way, what articles have you learned these days? Recite it to grandpa."

"Ah!" Song Jiao wailed, "Grandpa, don't ask about studies, even grandpa, you can't ask questions at any time, and I'm not Zhi Duoxing."

"Okay, okay, don't ask, don't ask. Is there anything interesting recently?"

"Yes... But Grandpa, don't say it, and don't let me say it."

"it is good."

"Parrot fell in love early."

"Yo, is it?"

"Yes, but Brother Parrot has lost his love again."

Song Jiao pestered Grandpa for a while, and then Grandpa Song yawned, so he didn't dare to pester Grandpa any more.

After running outside for a day, Song Jiao was also tired and soon fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, Grandpa Song opened his eyes, sat up, got out of bed, put on his shoes, went out and brought in something.

Song Jiao was sleeping soundly, with both hands outside the quilt, Grandpa Song looked at his right hand, the red marks from the candle hadn't faded away.

Grandpa Song sighed, took out the ointment, scooped out some ointment, and applied it on him carefully.

After finishing this work, Grandpa Song went to bed. Song Jiao followed Mo Xiang and hugged Grandpa's arm, like a little koala hugging a familiar old tree.

After Qixi Festival, everything was stable, and it was August in a blink of an eye.

Early August is the day of autumn hunting.

Mr. Xie is absolutely restless. These years, Qi and Qing have temporarily ceased fighting, and he has no way to lead troops to fight. Therefore, he has set hunting seasons in spring and autumn every year. He brings soldiers and horses twice a year. Go to Liangzhou City to hunt and practice, to show martial virtue.

In addition, Liangzhou City is also the place where he started his family. He hunted here and never forgot his original intention.

This year is no exception.

Prime Minister Song and his eldest son were left to act as agents of the government, while Mr. Xie took the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty—most of them were "wu" outside Fengxiang City, dressed solemnly.

Mr. Xie was at the front, Xie Chen and Song Jiao were beside him, and behind him were several subordinates and juniors.

Mr. Xie looked to the left and then to the right, and was very satisfied with both grandsons: "They have grown up, whoever hunts the hare first this year will get a prize, grandpa."

Song Jiao touched the longbow he was carrying: "Grandpa Xie, I can't compare to Xie Chen in riding and shooting."

"It doesn't matter, martial arts can't do it, Maomao can write a poem. Grandpa will also get a prize for writing a poem about rabbits."

Song Jiao was not in a hurry to compose a poem, turned his head to look at Xie Chen, and saw that he was absent-minded, a little strange.

Then Mr. Xie announced his departure, and the team began to march slowly.

Old Master Xie and Song Jiao were chatting casually.

Master Xie said: "After catching the prey later, let them send it back to your grandfather first."

"My grandpa still has a lot of furry clothes on, so there's no need for that much." Song Jiao glanced at Xie Chen again, and asked Mr. Xie in a low voice, "Grandpa Xie, is Brother Chen feeling unwell? Why hasn't he said anything? "

"Don't worry about him, he was like this a while ago, he doesn't like to talk."

"Ah? Can you leave him alone?"

"Of course, I reckon that as you grow up, your whole person becomes calmer." Mr. Xie said confidently, "Xie Chen, Xie Chen, look at the name Grandpa Xie gave, is Shen calm?"

Song Jiao was still a little worried: "Brother Shen has been very strange since his birthday. He has good times and bad times, and he treats me sometimes good times and bad times. He was also like this last month. I don't think it's right."

He tugged at the reins, and walked around to Xie Chen from behind.

"Brother Shen?"

Xie Chen was taken aback by him: "Mamao."

Song Jiao looked at him with probing eyes: "Are you feeling unwell recently?"

"No."

Of course not, he just suddenly realized one thing, after his birthday, after Qixi Festival.

A while ago, he saw that everyone thought that person liked Song Jiao.

The problem with this matter may not be with other people, the problem seems to be...

appearing in himself.

Xie Chen, something is wrong with you, you have a problem.

Zhi Duoxing really deserves to be Zhi Duoxing, you can see it at a glance.You are the one with the evil intentions.