The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Liu Yi held a poetry meeting in her home and introduced Jiang Ping to the Chinese people in the city.

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi were also invited.

A group of literati gathered together, and it was winter again, enjoying the snow and composing poems.

Liu Yi also introduced the two of them to the literati: "The two little prodigies, they overwhelmed me when I was young, and my grandpa likes them the most."

"Wen Zhi, the most upright person in the world, upright and upright, is a rare little gentleman."

"Song Jiao..."

Song Jiao turned his head to see how his brother would introduce him.

"It's weird and wonderful, I can't help myself."

Song Jiao tugged on senior brother's sleeve: "Senior brother, I also want to be 'No. [-] in the world'."

Liu Yi smiled and rubbed his head: "The cutest in the world."

Everyone sat around the table, Liu Yi led the two of them, and took them to the positions they had prepared long ago.

They sat with Jiang Ping.Jiang Ping had probably never been to such an occasion, and Liu Yi was not around. Although he seemed to advance and retreat in a decent manner, with a good demeanor, and he was courteous to the literati who came to make friends and toast, he always seemed to be stretched.He didn't really relax until Liu Yi came.

Literati are free to gather in twos and threes to eat, drink, and talk.Song Jiao sat down in the seat, picked up the chopsticks, and started to eat.

Wen Zhi picked up the wine glass and whispered to Song Jiao, "I'm going to pay a visit, do you want to go?"

Song Jiao swallowed the food in his mouth, looked around, thought for a while, and shook his head: "I won't go, let Senior Brother Liu take you there."

Wen Zhi also shook his head: "No, I'll go by myself."

Song Jiao continued to eat with his head down, turning his head to Liu Yi from time to time and saying, "Brother, this is delicious."

Liu Yi smiled and sighed: "Eat more." He asked in a low voice: "Why don't you go to see people with Wen Zhi?"

"Because he will be back soon." Song Jiao stretched out three fingers and started counting down, "Three, two, one."

As soon as the words were finished, Wen Zhi came back with the wine glass in his hand. The wine glass was still full, and it was still full.

Wen Zhi sat down beside Song Jiao, Song Jiao lowered his head and took a mouthful of venison, then patted him on the shoulder: "Are you back?"

Liu Yi was very surprised and asked, "Wen Zhi, why did you come back so soon?"

Wen Zhi said in a low voice: "The appearance of a middle-aged man, listening to their poems only makes my nostrils smell bad. I don't want to deal with them."

Liu Yi looked around subconsciously, and was relieved when she saw that no one was paying attention to them, and then she lowered her face: "Wen Zhi, most people are what you call middle-aged, and a little refinement is also advisable." It is too much for you to say 'turbid air'. Besides, how can there be so many people in the world who you think are fragrant?"

Wen Zhi glanced at him, then at Song Jiao.

My senior brother and my study partner are all fragrant literati.

That's right, these are the only two in the world, and there are no more.

Song Jiao took another bite of venison: "It's delicious!"

Wen Zhi rolled up his sleeves, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat venison: "I will never give up."

He made up his mind not to talk to others, and began to concentrate on eating.

Liu Yi: "..."

He turned to look at Jiang Ping: "Do you think..."

Jiang Ping nodded: "Wen Zhi's words are reasonable." He also picked up the chopsticks and began to pick up vegetables: "I just said why I was so uncomfortable, so it is like this."

Wen Zhi put down his chopsticks, and looked at him silently: "You are also the kind of person who blows your face."

Jiang Ping:? ? ?

I'm talking for you, why are you doing this to me?

Wen Zhi was extremely arrogant and aloof in front of him, Jiang Ping frowned, also a little displeased.

Liu Yi hurriedly smoothed things over: "That's fine, that's fine. If you don't want to meet by yourself, then I'll take you to meet. That's okay, right? It won't be bad to make more friends."

He picked up his glass and stood up: "You three follow me."

In this way, Liu Yi, who has three faces and three little tails, walks around everywhere with her three little tails—Wen Zhi, who is lofty and aloof, Jiang Ping, who is not sociable, and Song Jiao, who is yearning for venison.

Not long after, Song Jiao turned his head to look at the sky outside the window, took a last bite of vegetables, cleared his mouth, and was about to say goodbye to Liu Yi.

"Brother, I have to go back. If I don't go back, I will be imprisoned by the palace."

Liu Yi asked: "You live in the palace again?"

Song Jiao nodded: "Well, Grandpa went out again."

"Okay, then I'll send someone to harness the carriage and take you back to the palace."

"Okay, thank you, brother." Song Jiao raised his head, blinked, and looked at him.

Liu Yi understood, and said with a smile: "I will wrap the leftover venison in the kitchen for you, and you can take it home to eat."

Wen Zhi also said: "Maomao, I will go back with you."

Liu Yi still smiled: "I knew it, you've already returned your heart. Next time there will be a poetry meeting, I will never call you again."

Wen knew: "Next time a few of us will have a poetry meeting, no one else is needed."

Liu Yi deliberately asked: "What about Jiang Ping?"

Wen Zhi curled his lips unconsciously: "The article is not bad, it is better than the appearance of the middleman."

"Then call him next time."

After a long time, Wen Zhi replied, "Yes."

At this time, the carriage was also set up, and the attendants came in to announce that the two of them said goodbye to the Chinese present, and Liu Yi put scarves and hats on the two of them with his own hands, and then sent them out and put them on the carriage.

It happened to be snowing lightly at this time, and the snow was rustling. Liu Yi put the food box on the carriage: "Mamao, venison, take it to the dining room and ask them to reheat it when you eat it. Another batch will come in a few days The new book, you two remember to come and get it."

Both of them agreed, waved to their senior brother, and the carriage moved away.

Charcoal was burning in the carriage, and it was warm.

Wen Zhi always sat upright no matter where he was: "You live in the palace again? Be careful."

Song Jiao hugged the pillow and slumped on the seat: "I..." He turned his head and glanced at Wen Zhi, seeing his serious expression, he only dared to say something tentatively in a low voice: "Zhi Duoxing, I like... living in In the palace."

This sentence is obviously not the usual superficial meaning, and none of their conversations have the usual meaning.

Wen Zhi told him to be careful not to fall in love with the unruly brother Shen, but he said——

he likes?

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhi suddenly turned around.

Song Jiao lifted up the soft pillow and blocked it in front of her.

It's over, Zhi Duoxing will be pissed off by him.

Sure enough, Wen Zhi couldn't even speak clearly: "Maomao, you..."

Song Jiao said weakly, "I won't affect my studies."

As soon as Wen Zhi changed his sitting posture, he slammed into the wall of the carriage with a bang.Song Jiao hurriedly put down the pillow and went to look at him.

"Zhi Duoxing, are you alright?"

Wen Zhi didn't look at him, but looked up at the roof of the carriage.

Be careful, his study partner was still seduced by these meaningless love affairs.

"How the hell did this happen?"

Song Jiao said in shock: "Zhi Duoxing, you speak foul language."

Just at this time, the coachman said outside: "Young Master Wen, we're here."

Wen Zhi sat up, straightened his clothes, returned to his usual appearance, and got out of the carriage.

Song Jiao waved to him lying on the window of the carriage, and he also waved to Song Jiao, and walked into the alley of his house.

She shouldn't be very angry, Song Jiao thinks so.

He was just expressing his feelings.

He loved being in the palace, and he loved…

Thinking like this, he soon arrived at the gate of the palace. The coachman called him a few times before he realized that he wanted to get off the carriage, but he forgot to take the food box. It was the coachman who stopped him and brought the things over.

Carrying the food box, Song Jiao walked into the palace gate, greeted the guards in front of the palace gate, walked for a while, and returned to Xiaodong Palace.

As soon as he turned his head, he could see candles burning in Xie Chen's room, and the candlelight reflected through the window paper, making it extraordinarily bright.

Song Jiao's first thought was that this candle was reserved for him.

Later, when the cold wind blew, Song Jiao covered his face with the back of his cold hands, and quickly changed his mind.

Xie Chen can actually light candles, so he shouldn't be doing homework, there is a problem.

At this time, the attendants heard the sound of his return, and hurried forward to meet him.

Song Jiao handed the food box to them: "It's venison, just warm it up a little bit, and take it when it's hot..." Song Jiao glanced at the left side: "Take it to Xie Chen's room, this is for him Bring it."

A group of attendants surrounded Song Jiao to the outer hall. Song Jiao took off his cloak and poked his head into the inner hall for a look.

Sure enough, Xie Chen fell asleep on the table.

He turned his head and gave a "shh" to the attendants, then shook his cold little hands, pushed the door in, trotted forward, stuffed both hands into Xie Chen's collar, and pressed them against his neck.

warm.

The attendants outside all lowered their heads and smiled.

Song Jiao pressed his hand tightly on Xie Chen's neck, Xie Chen seemed to be awakened by the ice, but he didn't move.

Song Jiao continued to post: "You can fall asleep while doing your homework, you are a little pig, get up quickly, I brought you something to eat."

Xie Chen was in a daze, and he was still asleep, so he waved his hand: "Honey, don't make trouble."

There was a moment of silence in the hall, the attendants didn't dare to look any more, let alone laugh, and hurriedly retreated silently.

Song Jiao also paused, turned around and saw that they had all left, feeling bad, they must have heard.He wanted to take his hand back, and the next moment, Xie Chen sat up.

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, then turned to look at Song Jiao: "Are you back?"

Song Jiao was stunned, nodded, and replied: "En."

The two were silent for a while. I don't know how long it took before Xie Chen came back to his senses. Feeling the cold on his neck, he hissed: "Didn't you go to the poetry meeting? Did you go to play in the water? You froze to death."

He said so, but he didn't shake off Song Jiao's hand, and let him cover it.

In the end, it was Song Jiao who took back his hand.

Xie Chen touched the back of his neck, it was obviously still warm, why didn't Mao Mao stop covering it?

Song Jiao raised his hand and patted his back, then turned around and walked to the side of the couch to sit down.

Xie Chen let out an exaggerated "Aww": "Why hit someone again? I didn't bully you."

Song Jiao sat on the small couch with a sullen face and pursed mouth, that's it!

Xie Chen rubbed his back, then looked at Song Jiao, his expression moved slightly, a little uncomfortable.

Maomao probably didn't hear it?He was in a daze at the time, and before going to bed, he thought about lighting a candle to wait for his wife, and the first thing he said when he woke up was "wife".

Xie Chen thought to himself, he probably didn't hear it, if he heard it, it wouldn't just be a matter that can be solved with a slap.

Song Jiao sat on the small couch, still full of anger.

Is there something wrong with Xie Chen?When I was sleeping, I was stupid, and when I woke up, I shouted without looking at it.

It's maddening, maddening.

Song Jiao even used two words "I'm so mad" to describe his mood.

He sat angrily, thanking the heavy villain in his heart.

In the next second, a blanket fell from his head and covered him accurately.

Song Jiao raised his head, Xie Chen said: "Cover it, or you will die of cold."

Xie Chen tapped his toes again: "Take off your shoes and cover your feet."

Not long after, the attendants knocked on the door outside: "Your Highness, the venison is ready."

After what happened just now, the attendants were all extra cautious, and they didn't dare to play around with Song Jiao wantonly, for fear that they would break some secret again.

Xie Chen responded, "Come in."

When the attendants entered with their things in their hands, the two were sitting on the couch, one on the left and one on the right, Song Jiao was wrapped tightly in a blanket, and Xie Chen sat with his feet crossed.

Two people, two sides, look like winter and summer.

The attendant didn't dare to look any further, put the small case on the table, put the venison and side dishes on the table, and left.

Xie Chen took a piece of venison: "Bring it for me?"

"Yes." Song Jiao also ate a few mouthfuls with him, then stood up, "I'm going back first, I haven't done my homework tonight."

"Ah."

After Song Jiao left, Xie Chen was completely relieved.

So dangerous, so dangerous, he stayed with Song Jiao, swinging back and forth on the verge of revealing his thoughts every second.

But it was also after Song Jiao came back that Xie Chen, who hadn't eaten dinner, felt a little hungry, and swept away the venison that Song Jiao brought him.

Later, Xie Chen was still sitting in front of the window. Just now he heard Song Jiao say that he hadn't finished his homework, so he went back to do his homework. He was afraid that Song Jiao would stay up all night and he would never finish. He wanted to watch him for a while to see when he fell asleep.If it was too late and Song Jiao didn't sleep, he would rush over to help Song Jiao blow out the candles.

Not long after, Xie Chen saw the opposite palace blowing out candles, and he also blew out the candles himself.

Song Jiao also left some roasted venison for the system, and the system finished eating it in its own small bowl, stood up, did two stretching exercises, and then walked to the bed, flicked its tail, and got ready to sleep.

A hand reached out from the bed and stroked his head.

"All, I seem to have encountered a problem."

"Huh? Tell me, let me hear."

But Song Jiao suddenly stopped talking.

After a long silence, Song Jiao turned over and said, "Forget it, let's sleep."

He couldn't speak.

The system looked inside the bed, and thought that the child had grown up and had his own concerns, and he, who was both a father and a mother, couldn't help him much.

What could be the matter?What can a boy of this age do?

The system flipped through the "Maomao Growth Manual" compiled by itself, and suddenly realized.

When Song Jiao was about to fall asleep, a notification sound suddenly came from the communication channel with the system.

Dear host, your system sends you files——

"Pink Puberty"

"Physical and Psychological Changes During Puberty"

"Facing Love Correctly"

……

Song Jiao woke up with a start: "Total? What are you doing?"

"The newly found book, I think it is very good, I recommend you to read it."

The system continues.

……

"Heavenly Overbearing System: One Hundred and Eight Styles of Chasing Wife"

……

In the documents that were quickly scanned, Song Jiao accurately captured a different title, which was too long.

"All? I seem to see..."

The system quickly swiped up, and then withdrew the file: "I sent it wrong, this is a personal **."

Song Jiao, on the other hand, gave a rare smile and asked, "Will you fall in love in the control center?"

"Of course." The system flicked its tail.

"Then..." Song Jiao got up, picked him up with great effort, wiped his feet with the cloth on the bedside, and carried him up, "How old are you this year? You can't be a puppy lover, right?"

"Fart, it's been more than 30 years since I was created, and I'm already past the age of puppy love." The system stood next to him, and asked again with concern, "You don't allow puppy love."

Song Jiao responded in a low voice: "Understood."

"Then what bothers you?"

"I..." Song Jiao changed the subject, "Does your system also distinguish between men and women?"

"Of course it is divided."

"Then who did you talk to? Is it your favorite Long Aotian system?"

"No." The system said softly, "I haven't talked about it."

"Ah? Then you still..."

"It's because I haven't talked about it before that I want to read and study. I feel that I have gained a lot." The system said, "When you are 30 years old, I will lend you that book."

"Okay."

Song Jiao talked with him for a while, and finally said systematically: "Okay, okay, don't ask, go to sleep, you have to get up early to go to school tomorrow."

"it is good."

In the early morning of the next day, Song Jiao was woken up on time by the alarm clock set by the system, and the system patted his paw: "Get up quickly and go to school."

When he was young, the system would go to school with him, but since when, the system liked to stay in bed and drove him to school alone.

Song Jiao sat up from the bed, still in a daze, and after a while, the second alarm clock set by the system also rang.

The system pushed him again: "Hurry up and go to school, or you will be late if you don't go to school."

Song Jiao wiped her face, regained her composure for a while, then got out of bed in one go, washed her face and dressed.

He opened the suitcase and looked, and finally took a red dress.

The literati are calm, and grandpa prefers plain clothes, so he also wears plain clothes, which are faint and look like a cloud of smoke.

But these days, he suddenly changed his temper and wanted to try on conspicuous clothes.

He couldn't say why, he just liked it.

Song Jiao straightened her clothes and hair in front of the bronze mirror. She was wearing a red round-neck gown with dark patterns, embroidered patches on the chest, a streamer tied around her waist inlaid with jade, and tied her hair with a hair band of the same color.With round almond eyes, red lips and white teeth, he looks like the most energetic young man.

Song Jiao took his schoolbag and went out. The moment he pushed the door to go out, the door of the opposite palace also opened, and Xie Chen, who was wearing the same color clothes as him, came out from inside.

Both of them were wearing the same piece of cloth, which was made by Mrs. Xie.It's just that Song Jiao's clothes are embroidered with rabbits, while Xie Chen's clothes are embroidered with tigers.

Xie Chen stood there, Song Jiao was still hesitating whether he should go back and change it, and then he heard Xie Chen speak.

Xie Chen asked, "Why are you so late today?"

"Overslept." Song Jiao walked down the steps, "You only came out at this time."

"That's when I got up."

"Oh."

In fact, Xie Chen had been waiting inside the door for a long time. He wondered if Song Jiao was sick, and he hadn't come out. He just wanted to go and have a look, but the opposite door opened.

The two walked on the palace road, just chatting.

Xie Chen said: "Mamao, you are not worried at all today..."

Song Jiao turned to look at him in a daze: "Huh?"

"It's going to be late."

As soon as Xie Chen finished speaking, a loud bell sounded from the direction of Lantai.

Song Jiao was startled, only then came back to his senses, pulled Xie Chen up, and ran away.Xie Shen obviously ran faster than him, so he just let him pull him.

Sure enough, when they arrived at Lantai, the other teenagers had already sat down, and Mr. Liu was already reading to them.

According to the rules, two people stood outside and memorized the essay.

Song Jiao was panting from running, her body was very hot, and the wind blowing over her was extremely cold.He sniffed, and just as he was about to take out the book from his schoolbag, Xie Chen held down his hand.

"What's wrong?" Song Jiao looked up at him.

"Let's go out of the palace to play." Xie Chen pulled his hand away from the book, closed his bag, then took his schoolbag off his neck, and gently put it on the ground.

When Mr. Liu found out that the two of them were missing, Xie Chen was pulling Song Jiao to climb over the fence of Lantai.

Song Jiao lay on the wall, looked back, and heard the third grandfather's shout.

"Mamao! God damn Xie Chen! Lead my good boy!"

Song Jiao turned her head and said nervously: "Xie Chen, if the third grandpa found out, the guards in the palace would find out too."

Xie Chen had already landed on the ground, standing over the wall: "No, come here quickly, I'll catch you."

The patrolling soldiers stood far away, whistling and chatting, the only thing in common was that they all turned their eyes away, pretending that they didn't see anything.

Song Jiao turned around and said to Mr. Liu, "Third Grandpa, Xie Chen and I are asking for leave today."

After saying this, he let go of his hand and jumped off the fence.

Xie Chen wrapped his arms around him and caught him.

Song Jiao landed on the ground steadily, and on the other side of the wall, Mr. Liu shouted: "No! Don't ask for leave! Come back to me!"

Xie Chen pulled Song Jiao and ran away. When the two turned their heads, they saw Mr. Liu's old bones, and a head with thinning hair was exposed from the wall. Originally, Mr. Liu had a lot of hair, but it changed in the past few years. not enough.

Song Jiao stopped, subconsciously going back to help him: "Third Grandpa, be careful!"

Xie Chen grabbed his hand and dragged him away.

Mr. Liu climbed on the fence, pulled out a volume of books from behind his waist, raised his hand, and hit Xie Chen on the head with precision.

"Pull Mao Mao back to me!"

Xie Chen pulled down the scroll and threw it to Song Jiao, letting him take it.

The two of them ran out of the palace like this.

In the past, when they came out to play, they were all in groups, or else they were with Wen Zhi and Mu Ying.

It's rare for two people to come out together like this today.

Song Jiao still had some hesitation: "Is this not good? The third grandpa is really angry, and Zhi Duoxing will definitely be angry too."

"They have already come out, and now they will be angry when they go back."

While talking, Xie Chen took a frozen pear, stuffed it into Song Jiao's hand, and paid for it himself.

Song Jiao was still distracted, and subconsciously wanted to take a bite of the frozen pear, but Xie Chen brought it over: "The teeth are knocked out."

"Oh."

Xie Chen squeezed the pear until it softened before handing it to him: "You won't stick your tongue on it, will you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Jiao let out an "ah".

Xie Chen turned his head and saw Song Jiao's mouth was open, with the tip of his tongue sticking out, as if it was really stuck.

"..." Xie Chen couldn't help laughing, "Why are you so stupid? You only know how to read, and you don't know anything else."

Song Jiao took the pear away: "I pretended, you are stupid."

Xie Chen, who originally wanted to help his wife, couldn't hide his disappointment.