The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

It was the only time Xie Chen admitted that he was a little fool.

Zhi Duoxing only needs to catch a flaw and come to a conclusion after a few days of observation. Xie Chen turned over and over, thinking, deliberating, and worrying for a long time.

Finally came to a conclusion.

Under the banner of protecting Song Jiao, he wanted to drive away all those who harbored ill-will towards Song Jiao from his side. At that time, Wen Zhi was classified as an "enemy" by him, even Liu Yi, Jiang Ping, Mu Ying, etc. , and even the big yellow dog was targeted by him.

Like wild wolves in the northwest, he surrounded Song Jiao all the time, patrolling his territory, and indiscriminately attacked anyone and anything that approached Song Jiao intentionally or unintentionally, even if it was just a gust of wind.

And the reason why he looks like the person who likes Song Jiao to everyone is because the person who likes Song Jiao——

It's him.

Song Jiao is a little idiot, he doesn't like little idiots...

But he himself is a little fool!

Xie Chen turned his head to look at Song Jiao. Song Jiao was not paying attention while riding on the horse. He looked at him seriously with probing eyes, wrinkled his nose, and took a deep breath.

He tried to use the two methods of "look" and "smell" that the old doctor had taught him to diagnose Xie Chen's discomfort.

But his whole body is going to be posted.

Xie Chen blinked his eyes, avoided Song Jiao's gaze, raised his hand and pushed him back.

Only a little fool would like a little fool.

Song Jiao blinked and blinked: "Brother Shen, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Xie Chen pressed his head, turned his face back, facing forward, "Ride well, and cry later when you fall."

"I haven't cried before." Song Jiao wanted to turn around, but was held down by Xie Chen.

Just at this moment, a hare ran past them, and the pasture on the roadside rustled.

Master Xie yelled: "Brother Shen, Mao Mao, hurry up."

The two quickly set up their bows and shot arrows, only to hear two swishing sounds, one arrow fell into the air and slipped into the grass, and the other arrow just hit the rabbit's tail.

The last arrow was shot by Song Jiao.

Master Xie turned his head to look at Xie Chen, and said with a smile, "Brother Shen, what's wrong? Didn't you concentrate today?"

The rabbit was still dragging the arrow and fled in the grass. Xie Chen raised his eyes and did not speak. He took out another arrow from the quiver on his back with his backhand. With a serious expression and fixed eyes, he drew the bow and shot the arrow again.

The arrow hit the rabbit's eye, but did not hurt the fur.

Master Xie was very satisfied: "Okay, this arrow is not bad."

The rabbit was quickly picked up and brought to Xie Chen.Xie Chen pinched the back of the rabbit's neck, lifted it up, looked at it twice, and handed it to Song Jiao.

"give you."

"Thank you."

Song Jiao took the rabbit carefully, and carried it for a while, Xie Chen said again: "Give it to them, you don't need to carry it yourself."

"Oh, good." Song Jiao handed the rabbit to the attendant.

Mr. Xie watched them talking, with a smile on his face: "Maomao is also stupid?"

"No." Song Jiao was embarrassed to explain.Xie Chen seemed to be in a bad mood, so he felt that he should take the gift Xie Chen gave him seriously, so maybe Xie Chen would be happier, so he kept carrying the rabbit.

Mr. Xie took a luminous pearl from his sleeve and threw it to Xie Chen: "Here, Grandpa's reward."

He took another one from the other sleeve: "Now start to write a poem, a poem about a rabbit, whoever writes it first will be rewarded with this one."

Song Jiao glanced at Xie Chen, but Xie Chen didn't intend to speak.Obviously, there were such things before, and he was very positive.

He didn't speak, and Song Jiao was too embarrassed to speak.

Mr. Xie asked, "What's the matter? Have you started to give in this year?"

Song Jiao thought for a while, tugged on Xie Chen's sleeve, pulled him over, and put it in his ear, telling him the poem he had just composed.

Master Xie coughed twice: "Cheating is not allowed."

Song Jiao could only let go of Xie Chen. Xie Chen glanced at him and asked, "Do you want me to do it?"

Song Jiao nodded: "Yeah."

Xie Chen thought for a while: "A big bad wolf, loves to eat..." He paused, and changed his words abruptly without using the easy words: "I love to eat small maomao."

Song Jiao turned to look at him:?

I want to make you happy so much, and you treat me like this?

Seeing his puzzled expression, Xie Chen couldn't help but smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched the back of his neck: "Wolves have sharp teeth and claws, when will they..."

He stopped talking, and if he continued, not only would Song Jiao get angry, but his own thoughts would also be exposed.

Song Jiao let out a howl, and turned her head to bite his hand.

Master Xie hurriedly persuaded the fight: "Okay, okay, brother Shen's poetry writing level...has improved, and grandpa will award another bead. Maomao will also award two, and it is a meritorious service for accompanying reading."

Xie Chen took the beads, held four beads in one hand, and handed them all to Song Jiao: "I'll give you all."

Song Jiao ignored him, so he touched Song Jiao's arm again: "Hey, Mao Mao, don't be angry, I'll give it to you."

Xie Chen coaxed him with a smile: "I was wrong, I changed it. There is a little Maomao who loves to eat big bad wolves."

Song Jiao pursed her lips, turned her head and took the two night pearls that belonged to her, and then turned back quickly.

Xie Chen called him: "Maomao."

Song Jiao pulled the reins, turned to leave, and Xie Chen followed.

Two people were at the outermost part of the line biting their ears.

Xie Chen tugged at his sleeve: "Mamao, don't be angry, didn't you ask me to compose poetry?"

Song Jiao glanced at him: "I only know that you are bad at poetry, but I don't know that you also like to deceive people."

"Where did I lie?"

"Did you pretend to be unhappy just now? You deliberately lied to me to coax you?" Song Jiao bit the soft flesh on his cheek, and his voice became softer, "I thought something was wrong with you, but you still wrote poems and scolded me. "

"No." Xie Chen raised his right hand and swear to the sky, "Really not. Brother Shen swears to the sky, I was thinking about something just now, and I didn't mean to tease you."

Song Jiao reluctantly believed it, and asked again: "Then why don't you look very happy these days?"

"I'll tell you later."

Now, of course, he can't say that he likes Song Jiao. If he did, Song Jiao would only treat him as a liar and tease him, and...he hasn't figured out how to tell Song Jiao.

Xie Chen stuffed the two night pearls in his hand into his arms: "Give it to you, don't be angry."

Song Jiao wants to return the things to him: "I don't want it, you take it away."

"Here you go, take it."

The two were fighting and romping, while Master Xie was watching from the side, grinning from ear to ear, the corners of his mouth reaching to the ears.

The hunting team hunted while walking. After a day's journey, they failed to reach Liangzhou City, so they set up tents on the grassland and rested on the spot.

Roast the prey that was hunted today and have it for dinner.

Mr. Xie sat at the main seat, watching the busy people below.Xie Chen and Song Jiao were still sitting on the left and right sides of him, eating something with him.

Then Mr. Xie said: "Okay, let's all go down and play, you don't need to stay here with me."

The two said "Thank you, Grandpa" before getting up to leave. Song Jiao thought for a while, then turned to look at the two plates of barbecued meat on the table: "Grandpa?"

Mr. Xie waved his hand: "Take it away, grandpa is old and can't chew anymore, I'll give you all to eat."

Song Jiao went over to pick up the barbecue, and kissed Mr. Xie affectionately: "Grandpa is strong and strong, and he will live a long life!"

"Hurry up, and dare to talk sweet here, and I won't let you go later."

Song Jiao smiled, picked up two plates of barbecue and left.

During this hunt, several friends also came. They were not restrained, and they had already built another fire and ate meat around the fire.

Song Jiao trotted forward: "Brother Parrot! Zhi Duoxing! Brother!"

Both Mu Ying and Wen Zhi moved to the side to make room for him.

Song Jiao sat down next to Wen Zhi, then Xie Chen stepped forward and sat down next to Song Jiao.

The prey that had been processed was piled up on the plate on the ground. Song Jiao glanced at it, and brought them the barbecue he brought: "You also hunted so many things? I was afraid that you would not be full, so I brought them specially for you."

Muying said: "It was all done by me!"

Liu Yi smiled, but didn't speak.It was Wen Zhi who said, "Most of them were beaten by Senior Brother Liu."

Liu Yi is still smiling, with a gentle expression.If it wasn't for the blood spattered on his sleeves, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to see it at all. He would still be hunting, skinning and cramping his prey.

Just at this moment, Jiang Ping passed by with his things, Liu Yi saw him and shouted: "Jiang..."

Before he could yell out, Jiang Ping turned his head as if he had sensed something, pointed to a tent not far away, and then shook his head slightly at them.

Several people were silent, and shouted angrily: "Brother Jiang Ping."

Jiang Ping had never been to such an occasion.When he was in the palace, Liu Yi would teach Jiang Ping how to ride a horse and shoot arrows, but Jiang Ping had never practiced it, so Liu Yi always wanted to bring him to hunt.

It has been several years, but Li Xu has been refusing to let him go, and Liu Yi can't do anything about it.

It wasn't until this year that Liu Yi invited him again that Li Xu said he would come.

Mr. Xie didn't object, but just told Li Xu to be careful. Swords have no eyes in the hunting ground, so be careful not to hurt him.

This year when Li Xu came, Jiang Ping was able to follow.

Along the way, Li Xu just rode on the horse like that, and when he got there, he got into the tent and rarely communicated with anyone.

Jiang Ping came out to help him get something to eat, and that's when he ran into them.

Jiang Ping smiled at them and said, "I know what you mean, thank you very much."

It will be a long time before Li Xu sleeps.

Liu Yi got up and went forward to talk with him in a low voice.

"The Seventh Prince didn't make things difficult for you along the way, did he?"

"No, in front of so many people, he dare not."

"That's good. I've prepared a bow and arrow for you. I'll find a way to bring you over tomorrow. I'll teach you how to bow and shoot."

"Okay, thank you Senior Brother Liu." Jiang Ping glanced at the other side of the tent, "I have to go, and I will come out to find you when His Highness falls asleep."

"Okay." Liu Yi glanced back, and picked up a plate of barbecue, "You eat some first, to fill your stomach."

Jiang Ping raised the tray with both hands, but he couldn't move his hands: "Come back later, I'll be right out."

Liu Yi grabbed the bamboo chopsticks, took a piece of barbecued meat, and handed it to him: "Eat quickly, come out later—" Liu Yi looked back at the children sitting by the fire, and said with a smile : "It was eaten up by these little greedy cats."

The little greedy cats nodded while swallowing: "Yeah, brother Jiang Ping, eat quickly, we don't want to eat at all."

Jiang Ping paused for a moment, then smiled, and leaned over to bite the barbecue.

Liu Yi fed him another two or three slices, Jiang Ping swallowed the food in his mouth: "I really have to go, see you later."

"Well, see you later."

Liu Yi nodded slightly at him, and when he turned his head, the little greedy cats all opened their mouths wide to express their dissatisfaction, waiting to be fed.

Song Jiao raised his head: "Brother, I also want to eat barbecue, ah—"

Mu Ying hurriedly followed: "I want to too!"

Wen Zhi also said lightly: "Me too."

"Wen Zhi, even you..." Liu Yi wanted to laugh but felt helpless, and stuffed the plate into their hands, "Eat by yourself, there are so many, eat slowly."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud noise from the tent behind him.

It was Li Xu's tent.

A few people suddenly felt something was wrong, put down their things, and went to have a look.Liu Yi rushed to the front.

The movement also alarmed Mr. Xie, and he also sent guards over to check.

The guard blocked the young masters of His Royal Highness and asked, "Your Highness Li, what happened?"

In the tent, Li Xu didn't answer, it was Jiang Ping who spoke: "It doesn't matter, I accidentally dropped the plate."

Liu Yilang said: "You can't clean it up by yourself, let others come in and clean it up for you."

There was silence for a while, and finally Jiang Ping responded, "Okay, thank you Mr. Liu."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Yi immediately asked several guards to go in and investigate.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Li Xu was seen sitting on the seat, holding the table beside him with one hand, his expression was cold and gloomy.

There were many pieces of broken porcelain on the ground, Jiang Ping covered his hands, lowered his head and hands, and stood aside.

Until there was a tick, a drop of blood fell on the tile.

Only then did Liu Yi see that his fingers were covered in blood.

Liu Yi stepped forward, took out her handkerchief and handed it to Li Xu, and said to Li Xu, "His Royal Highness, with Jiang's appearance, I'm afraid it's not good to take care of him. I'll take him down to bandage the wound, and send two other people to come. Serve Your Highness."

Li Xu sat there, motionless, and didn't answer, Liu Yi took Jiang Ping down and asked some guards to wait on him.

Walking out of the tent, Master Xie also sent his entourage to ask Xie Chen and Song Jiao: "Your Majesty, what happened? Do you need Your Majesty to come and see?"

Xie Chen looked back at the tent and shook his head: "No need, it's just a little thing."

Song Jiao also said: "It's nothing important, let Grandpa Xie rest assured, we've already taken care of it."

"Yes."

The two of them knew in their hearts that no matter how hard they usually confronted Li Xu, if Li Xu didn't confront them directly, they couldn't confront Li Xu directly.

After all, Li Xu is still Qing Guo's hostage, maintaining the delicate balance between the two countries, while Mr. Xie and Song Junshi chose to negotiate a peace at the beginning. After so many years of hiding their strengths and biding their time, they have their own plans. These major events cannot be ruined by a hostage.

If they open their mouths, Mr. Xie will definitely call the shots, but they are in charge of the world, and they even manage the proton's companion reading. It is really not pleasant to spread such a thing.

Maybe it was because of this, maybe Jiang Ping still had something in Qing Guo's hands, Jiang Ping repeatedly emphasized that they should not interfere in his own affairs, and always said that he could handle it well.

Of course they didn't dare to act rashly.

Beside the fire, Liu Yi was giving Jiang Ping the wound medicine in his hand.

Fortunately, when they went out to hunt, they were often injured, and the wound medicine was abundant.

"Do you feel weak in your hands? Shouldn't you hurt your muscles and bones?" Liu Yi asked seriously, "Go pick up broken porcelain pieces, why did you hurt your wrist?"

Jiang Ping didn't answer.

Song Jiao supported his head, leaned over to look, and sighed softly: "But with this injury, brother Jiang Ping won't be able to shoot arrows tomorrow."

Only then did Liu Yi realize that he stood up abruptly: "Jiang Ping, he did it on purpose." He said in a firm tone, "He clearly knew that I brought you out to shoot arrows. He didn't do it a few years ago. Promise, this year I finally let you out, and he scratched your hand."

Even though he was as gentle as Liu Yi, he couldn't help scolding.

Jiang Ping tugged at his sleeve: "Forget it. Liu Yi, forget it."

Liu Yi was so angry that she refused to sit down, so she just stood there, looking down at Jiang Ping.

The two stalemate for a while, and finally Liu Yi sat down.

He still felt uneasy: "Why? You never think that one day, you can go back to Qing Kingdom, right?"

Jiang Ping shook his head: "Of course I'm not that stupid. The most loyal historians of the Song Dynasty know the reason for changing the Ming Lord. I don't know."

"Why on earth is that? What has he got hold of you for?"

"There is no reason."

Liu Yi asked him about this matter many times, but he refused to talk about it, and Liu Yi had no choice.

The young people by the fire were silent, only the crackling of burning firewood remained for a while.

Muying said: "Could it be that Brother Jiang Ping, you signed the contract of selling yourself?"

"Of course it's impossible." Wen knew, "There is no such thing as a contract of sale in Qingguo Palace."

Xie Chen said: "That means you have been fed poison. If you don't get the antidote regularly, you will..."

Before Xie Chen finished speaking, Song Jiao covered his mouth: "You don't have to speak if you don't know how to speak. You read too many martial arts novels! I'll tell Grandpa Xie later."

Song Jiao suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Jiang Ping, do you still have family members in Qingguo?"

Hearing these words, Jiang Ping reacted a little.

It seemed that Song Jiao had hit the nail on the head.

No wonder, it's no wonder that Emperor Qing was at ease keeping him here, and Li Xu dared to bully him unscrupulously.

Because his family members were still in the Qing Kingdom, he never dared to have second thoughts.

After a long while, Jiang Pingcai said: "My father was in the state of Qing. He was just a petty official who admired the great historian of Song Dynasty very much. When the great historian of Song Dynasty was demoted, my father used to go to the court for the great historian of Song Dynasty. Later, the great historian of Song Dynasty made another Choosing the Lord of the Ming Dynasty, before the matter was settled, there were a lot of gossip in the Qing Kingdom, and my father defended the Great Historian of Song Dynasty, so..."

Hearing this, Song Jiao lowered his head unconsciously.

Song Da Historian is his grandfather.

Speaking of it, this is also a matter between him and his grandfather.

Jiang Ping patted his head: "It's not your fault and the Song Historian's fault, it's Emperor Qing's fault."

He continued: "My family was ransacked like this. In the early years, I was the companion of the Seventh Prince, and the Seventh Prince interceded for my family, so the family was spared the death penalty. But my father was exiled, and A younger brother is working in the Qing Palace."

Jiang Ping pursed his lips and said, "So, I can't betray the Qing Kingdom." He looked calm and smiled at them: "I know you have treated me well, thank you for your kindness."

He looked at Song Jiao: "How did you guess that it was the reason?"

Song Jiao whispered: "My grandfather was also doing it for me..."

Everyone was silent for a long time, until the bonfire shook and the drums sounded.

Mr. Xie held two wine glasses and walked over to them: "Stupid children, why are you so bored here? Hurry up and get up and play."

He handed the wine glass to Song Jiao and Xie Chen: "Taste it, have you two not drunk wine yet? You can only drink a little."

Xie Chen disdained: "Grandpa, this is fruit wine, I already..."

He quickly stopped, almost slipping his tongue.

Master Xie frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Jiao raised his hand: "Grandpa, thank you Chen..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Chen covered his mouth. Xie Chen picked up two wine glasses and handed them to his mouth: "Come on, mao, drink, drink more."

The children were dragged to dance by Mr. Xie, Liu Yi and Jiang Ping sat and watched, Liu Yi handed Jiang Ping a glass of fruit wine, and the two said nothing.

After a while, Song Jiao's cheeks were flushed, her steps were chaotic, and she turned around from the crowd.

Xie Chen pulled him from behind: "Maomao? Maomao?"

Song Jiao was about to fall to the ground with a "slap", and was hugged by Xie Chen.

Song Jiao looked up at the sky: "There are so many stars..."

After drinking two glasses of fruit wine, he was drunk, and Xie Chen also looked at the sky: "Yes, there are many, many, many."

Song Jiao looked down at him again: "Thank you so much, Shen..."

Xie Chen turned his gaze back, with a confused look on his face: "Where is it?"

Song Jiao buried her face in his shoulder and muttered, "Xie Chen is so annoying."

Xie Chen smiled helplessly, and he knew that Song Jiao actually hated him.Song Jiao was so impressed by him when he was young.

But right after, Song Jiao said again: "Xie Chen is always unhappy, he wants to be coaxed, he can't be coaxed, it's really annoying." He lay on Xie Chen's shoulder and rubbed his face: "I don't Mess with him, he is always angry, so annoying."

At this moment, it seemed that someone had added some firewood to the bonfire behind him, and the flames that had been somewhat sluggish suddenly rose two or three meters high, illuminating the entire night.

Song Jiao just stood there, leaning on Xie Chen's shoulder, sound asleep.

Xie Chen held him carefully, and was about to send him back to the tent. When he looked back, he realized that it was not a bonfire, but fireworks.

Grand and gorgeous.

The next morning, the hunting team set off on time.

Song Jiao got drunk from drinking two cups of fruit wine and had a headache for a whole day. Xie Chen was scolded by Mr. Xie by twisting his ears.

Song Jiao was lying in the carriage, covered with a blanket, covering his head, humming.The system lay beside him, looking at him worriedly.

Xie Chen crossed his feet and sat beside him, resting his hands on his forehead, looking at him quietly: "Mamao?"

Song Jiao hid in the blanket and hummed in response: "Huh?"

"Are you still feeling bad?"

"A little bit." He had already drank the hangover soup that the system brought him from the mall, but it didn't seem to work.

"Obviously the last time I drank white, I couldn't do it."

"Last time I took a sip and spit it out."

"It seems that you are too useless..."

Song Jiao suddenly lifted the blanket, sat up and complained: "Last time you were drunk and crazy, and you insisted on hugging me to sleep, I didn't say anything."

Song Jiao rushed over, tugged at his erected legs, and twisted him hard.

Xie Chen hurriedly said: "Mamao, Maomao, I was wrong..."

While pinching him, Song Jiao said, "You are so annoying!"

Xie Chen didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled for no reason.

Both of them were sitting on the floor of the carriage, Xie Chen asked: "Maomao, do I hate you?"

"Ah? Why are you asking this suddenly?" Song Jiao was a little scared.

Because it's flirting.

——from Xie Chen, King of Idioms.