The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

"My lord, let's get a copy. It's the best-selling book in Fengxiang City recently. Is this the first time you bought it, my lord? I'll give you a discount, and you'll take it with you. It's not too big, so put it away." It can be carried in the sleeve, the cover is the same as a serious book, outsiders can't see it..."

Xie Chen asked in a low voice: "What's the name of this book? Say it again."

Xiao Er cast a look at him: ""Two or Three Things Read by the Holy Majesty and the Bamboo Horse"."

Song Jiao watched helplessly, Xie Chen was already about to pay!

Song Jiao:? ? ?

He was about to step forward in disbelief, but was pulled by Jiang Ping: "Hey, Mao Mao, forget it, it's time for young people... Do you want to read it? How about I buy a copy for you too? "

Song Jiao turned her head and blushed with anger: "I don't like to watch this kind of stuff."

He pushed Chen Su towards Jiang Ping: "Brother Jiang, I've read it. He has a household registration and is a victim of heavy snowfall in Wenzhou. You can just find someone to take him to the government to sign a contract. His The salary and food can be taken from me, and I will take it tomorrow. If he is not young enough, I will send him to the government to find an errand, but it seems that I am using public affairs to benefit myself."

Jiang Ping responded and pressed Chen Su's shoulder: "Okay, you can go."

But Chen Su obviously didn't want to leave Song Jiao's side, and he gently tugged on Song Jiao's sleeve, afraid that he would get bored, and didn't know what to do.

Song Jiao patted the back of his hand: "You don't have to be afraid, just stay here and do things. If you have anything to do, you can ask Brother Jiang. I'll come back tomorrow."

Chen Su withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and nodded slightly: "Okay, thank you, Young Master Song."

Song Jiao didn't have time to correct him, so she hurriedly responded, shouted "Xie Chen", then quickly ran forward, jumped up, approached him from behind, hung on him, with one arm stuck around his neck, Take him back.

Song Jiao asked, "What are you doing?"

Xie Chen shook his head, and quickly stood firm: "I..."

He was holding broken silver in his hand, and was about to hand it out; the book seller was holding "Two or Three Things the Holy Majesty and the Bamboo Horse Read Together" in his hand, and was about to hand it out too.

The scene was a little awkward.

The book seller Xiao Er was the first to come back to his senses, and tried to sell his own script to Song Jiaoye: "Sir, do you want a copy? It is guaranteed to be fragrant, but not explicit, it is most suitable for young people of your age to read... ..."

Song Jiao lay on Xie Chen's back, her ears turned red quietly: "Don't look at it, take it away."

"Huh?" The second book seller turned to Xie Chen again, "Then should you buy a copy, young master? You have already paid for it."

He glanced at Song Jiao again, and said intentionally: "Oh, this young man is not afraid of being laughed at by his friends, is he? Isn't he? Isn't he? Friends are not wives. What are you afraid of? Anyone who buys books with me, and anyone with a family Don't be afraid, the young master will definitely be afraid of his wife in the future..."

Xie Chenzhi was taken aback, and took out the silver ingot from his sleeve: "You fart, I'm not afraid of my wife at all, give me a hundred copies!"

Song Jiao pulled him back hard: "Xie Chen, how dare you? When Grandpa Xie comes back, I'll tell him right away!"

"Young master, you are a foodie, so don't be so harsh..."

The book seller Xiao Er happily wanted to take the silver ingot, and the next moment, Xie Chen took the silver ingot back.

Xiao Er:?

Xie Chen held his head high: "Did you see it? This is a silver ingot."

Xiao Er nodded in confusion: "Well, I saw it."

Xie Chen turned his head and glanced at Song Jiao, straightened his back, and cleared his throat: "This is the wages of working as a government servant for three months in the government court. You should find a job to make a living instead of selling these unruly things like this." Wordbook!"

Xiao Er:? ?

"So do you still buy it?"

Xie Chen handed him the silver tael: "This is for you, it's a reservation..." Xie Chen looked back at Song Jiao again, and then emphasized his tone: "It's your winter expenses for this winter. When spring comes, you will go and change it right away." Business is in order."

Xiao Er:? ? ?

"So you don't buy it?"

Xie Chen waved his hand and sternly refused: "Don't buy it!"

Song Jiao nodded in satisfaction: "It's more or less the same."

He let go of Xie Chen's neck and jumped off his back.

Xie Chen turned around and left, afraid that he would miss something, Song Jiao followed him and patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations, brother Shen, you have resisted a sinful temptation. I will treat you to dinner at noon."

Xie Chen smiled helplessly and nodded: "Okay."

Then, with one hand behind his back, he secretly made two gestures with Xiaoer.

Xiao Er suddenly realized: "Really, isn't it because you are afraid of your wife when you buy a storybook and do so many things?"

Xie Chen withdrew his hand, cleared his throat in order to hide his guilty conscience, and then put his arm around Song Jiao's shoulders, as if nothing had happened.

The two of them walked away in a sticky manner. Jiang Ping, who was standing at the gate of Shijietang, smiled, and then went up to drive away the book seller Xiaoer: "We don't allow the sale of miscellaneous books here, please ask other places to sell them." .”

He turned his head and said to Chen Su: "Let's go, I'll take you to the government to sign the contract."

Chen Su was still tugging at the hem of his clothes, staring at the direction Song Jiao left in a daze.

Seeing that he looked a little lonely, Jiang Ping helped to explain: "The two of them often live in the palace, and today they skipped class to play, and it's not convenient to take you back. Don't be sad."

Chen Su came back to his senses and bowed his head in response.

The two lived in heaven for lunch, and Song Jiao treated guests.

In the private room, Xie Chen crossed his feet, leaning against the couch, looking at the menu in front of him, and ordering food.

Song Jiao sat beside him: "I want a sweet and sour pork..."

Xie Chen sat up and pinched his mouth: "Now I'm ordering, you can't talk."

"Well... it's my treat, I want some..."

Xiao Er, who was in charge of delivering the dishes, lowered his head silently. He was already used to it. Since the shop opened more than ten years ago, these two His Highnesses have been like this.

Xie Chen pressed him on the couch, pinched his face, and told Xiao Er: "I want a roast rabbit."

Song Jiao pushed his hand away: "No! I don't want it!"

Xie Chen nodded a few more times and let Xiao Er go down.

Xie Chen, the demon king of the world, domineeringly pushed Song Jiao on the small couch, messing up his hair.

It caused me to be said to be afraid of my wife outside, but I am not afraid of my wife. I can make trouble on my wife at will!

With her messy hair, Song Jiao kicked him, "Don't come here!"

Xie Chen naturally refused, and continued to rub his face, pinching him into a little goldfish.

Song Jiao kicked him twice again, but...

The last touch seems to be different from the previous few times.

Xie Shen paused, and Song Jiao also paused.

The eyes of the two people moved down unconsciously.

Xie Chen wanted to cover it up: "Little idiot, I missed it."

After he finished speaking, he was about to fight back. Just at this moment, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"Brother Shen! Mamao!"

Muying was standing at the door, with one hand still on the door.

The two quickly separated and sat down.

The scene was a little deadlocked.

Then Wen Zhi came out from behind Mu Ying, pushed Mu Ying who was blocking the door, and walked into the private room.

The scene was even more embarrassing.

Song Jiao didn't dare to look at him, he just felt uncomfortable, why did he feel...Wen Zhi looked at him strangely?

Not only the eyes, but Wen Zhi's face is full of "You let me down", "You betrayed the study", "You clearly said that it will not affect the study, you study liar".

Wen Zhi approached slowly, and sat down beside Song Jiao, scaring Song Jiao so much that he screamed silently in his heart, almost dying out of his wits.

Just as Wen Zhi was about to speak, Song Jiao hurriedly asked, "Why are you here?"

It's really "contrived" tone.

Muying closed the door of the private room: "Brother Shen, Maomao, you two are really going too far, you even skipped class and came out to play without bringing me and Zhi Duoxing."

"The situation was urgent, and you two didn't stand outside for punishment, so Brother Shen and I came out."

Song Jiao took advantage of the situation to stand up, but was pushed back by Wen Zhi.

"If I don't come, what will you do?" Wen Zhi looked at his messy hair by Xie Chen, and sighed bitterly.

Song Jiao was shocked: "Zhi Duoxing, don't be like this, I'm a little scared, I haven't done anything yet."

"Then what else do you want to do?" Wen Zhi folded his hands and looked him up and down, "You have already learned how to skip class."

"I'll make it up tomorrow. Did Teacher Liu leave any homework today?"

"Leave an article."

"What's the topic?"

Wen Zhi turned his head away, not wanting to talk to him.

Song Jiao patted him on the shoulder to calm him down, then looked at Mu Ying: "You guys don't have class this afternoon? Why are you out now?"

Muying said: "Your third grandfather dragged your grandfather to vomit all the bitterness of the morning, and your grandfather said that there will be no classes in the afternoon, so he let us out."

Not long after, Xiaoer, who passed on the dishes, came back.

Several people sat around the table to eat, Song Jiao straightened his hair in the back room, and then came out to look for them.

He purposely sat with Wen Zhi, and changed the serving chopsticks to pick up food for him: "For the most upright person in the world."

Wen Zhi looked displeased and lowered his head to eat.

Song Jiao touched his elbow: "Zhi Duoxing, don't be angry, I will never skip class again."

Wen Zhi sneered: "You better be, I think you are going to completely waste your studies."

"I don't, really not." Song Jiao raised his right hand, "I swear, I will always love learning."

Throughout the meal, Song Jiao coaxed his study partner, but for some reason, Xie Chen became angry again.

He had to coax both ends again, which made his head big.

In the end, he simply gave up, fell down on the couch, and went to take a nap, ignoring them all.

When he woke up, the world was turned upside down, and the two turned around to coax him again.

Song Jiao huddled under the blanket, secretly delighted, and asked Wen Zhi to tell him about today's homework, and Xie Chen to feed him snacks and milk tea.

Feng Shui took turns, Song Jiao was very uncomfortable.

He lay sideways on the couch, and behind him Muying patted his back and shoulders.

Song Jiao looked at Wen Zhi: "Are you still angry?"

Wen Zhi tried his best to endure, and shook his head: "Don't be angry anymore."

Song Jiao looked at Xie Chen again: "Do you still dare to lose your temper?"

Xie Chen handed the snack in front of him: "Don't dare, don't dare."

Song Jiao didn't care at all, and took the last piece of snack from Xie Chen's mouth, smacked his lips, got up and prepared to go back.

Xiao Er sent them downstairs: "Your Highness, walk slowly, Young Master Wen and Young Master Mu, walk slowly."

A group of people walked out of Tianshangju, shoulder to shoulder, and then walked out the main entrance. When the people waiting by the door saw Song Jiao coming out, they stood up abruptly.

"Young Master Song!"

Song Jiao turned his head, Chen Su ran forward quickly, and called again: "Young Master Song."

Seeing him, Song Jiao was a little surprised: "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I..." Chen Su took out a money bag, "Give it back to Young Master Song."

"I didn't send you any money, and you didn't owe me any money. Why did you pay me back?"

"In the music workshop, I ate all the snacks ordered by Young Master Song. The packaged snacks were also given to me. Mr. Jiang paid me the wages in advance from the account, but I live and eat in the school, so I don't know what to eat. There is no place to spend money, I want to return it to Young Master Song first."

"But I didn't pay for the dim sum. Xie Chen paid for it. You can give him the money."

Strange to say, when Xie Chen was mentioned, Chen Su's face darkened, and he grabbed his purse tightly.

Song Jiao turned to look at Xie Chen, then turned back, touched the tip of his nose, and asked Chen Su, "Have you been waiting here for a long time? Why don't you go up to find me?"

Chen Su withdrew his gaze, and looked kindly again: "I waited for a while, Mr. Jiang said that the young master might eat here, I don't know if it's true, so I dare not go up."

As he spoke, he was about to give the money bag to Song Jiao, but Song Jiao took a few steps back but didn't answer it: "Take it, go buy something for the winter, your ears are turning red from the cold."

Chen Su could only take back the purse and nodded, "Yes."

He looked up at the sky: "I asked Mr. Jiang for two quarters of an hour's leave, and I'm going back soon."

Song Jiao waved to him, and he left quickly, turning his head and nodding to Song Jiao from time to time.

After Chen Su left, Mu Ying said: "Oh, Mao Mao, no wonder you didn't take me to skip class, so there is a newcomer."

Good guy, even Muying is angry now.

In just one day, Song Jiao's good friends took turns getting angry.

Song Jiao could only explain to him carefully, but when he turned his head, Wen Zhi was still looking at the direction Chen Su left.

Song Jiao was puzzled: "Zhi Duoxing, what's wrong with you?"

"This person looks a bit like a person."

"Who?"

"I can't remember for a while."

"Hmm... I don't know." Song Jiao pulled him away, "Let's go, we still have time for the afternoon show."

Early the next morning, Song Jiao asked someone to send some money to Shijietang to cover Chen Su's wages.

Liu Yi took the money, and asked someone to bring him a sentence: "I will pay the wages here, and your money is the skipping fee you gave to your third grandfather."

Mr. Liu was very angry because of him and Xie Chen's skipping class. In the next few days, he would stare at him and Xie Chen. If there was any good thing about homework and memorization, he would throw it on the two of them.

I wish I could smash the two of them to death.

Even Song Jiao was tired of coping, let alone Xie Chen.

Xie Chen was pushed so hard that he wanted to break the pot and continue to skip class, but Song Jiao stopped him just in time.

"You can't make the same mistake again and again." Song Jiao said.

So these days, as long as friends come to Xie Chen——

"Brother Shen, let's go out and play together."

Before Xie Chen could speak, Song Jiao followed Wen Zhi's example and said, "He's not free, he needs to do his homework."

"Brother Shen, today is a holiday, are you free? Go to the newly opened music hall in the city?"

It was still Song Jiao: "He has been there, but I don't have time today, I have to do my homework."

"Brother Shen, it's the second day of the holiday, have you finished your homework? Are you free?"

It was still Song Jiao: "No, there is homework every day, so don't bother him."

The friends wailed: "Isn't it? Brother Shen, say something!"

Xie Chen raised his head and firmly stood by Song Jiao's side: "I'm not free."

Song Jiao was very pleased: "Okay, you guys go to play."

Xie Chen apologized to his brothers in his heart, sorry, who made me afraid of my wife?Who made Mr. Liu still my wife's god-grandfather?

In this way, they even survived until the New Year's holiday.

On the last day of class, Song Jiao and his friends, dragging their schoolbags, walked on the palace road.

"It's over." Song Jiao said dejectedly, "I will never skip class again."

Friends patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, it's over, besides, didn't Mr. Liu praise you and Brother Shen in the end?"

"Ms. Liu, is that complimenting me?"

"Why not? He also said just now: 'Maomao and Brother Shen's recent articles have improved more and more. It seems that this kind of training speed is still possible, and we will continue to maintain it next time.'"

The friends all reacted, and covered their mouths and laughed: "I won't abuse you like this next year, right? It seems to mean so."

Mu Ying patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, Mao Mao, brother Shen didn't say anything, you little prodigy is still complaining here."

Song Jiao raised his head: "Brother Shen is too tired to talk." He reached out his hand to stop Xie Chen's shoulder: "Is it? Brother Shen."

Xie Chen nodded, and the two hugged each other to keep warm.

Soon before the intersection, friends waved goodbye to them.

"Going out to play tomorrow? Brother Shen, Maomao?"

Wen knew: "I won't be free tomorrow, so I'm going to the school to read."

Song Jiao nodded, and the friends asked again: "What about Brother Shen?"

Xie Chen nodded: "I want to go too."

Who made him love to cling to his wife?

The snowstorm in several states and counties was too serious. Mr. Xie and Prime Minister Song had not returned from Beijing for almost a month, so Song Jiao still lived in the palace.

The next morning, Song Jiao and Xie Chen had a rare late sleep and lay in bed for a long time before getting up to wash and walking out of the room slowly.

Coincidentally, the two of them even opened the door at the same time.

The two of them didn't speak, they just glanced at each other, and they walked together tacitly.

Meet Wenzhi and Muying in front of the palace gate, and the group set off for Shijietang.

Liu Yi and Jiang Ping were reconciling accounts at the counter, and when they saw them coming, they asked with a smile, "Are you here?"

Song Jiao walked into the counter unsteadily, leaning on Liu Yi's arm: "Senior brother."

Liu Yi supported him and smiled: "Oh, what's the matter? Why are you walking so shaky? Haven't woken up yet?"

"Yeah, I can sleep for three days and three nights."

"Then go in and sleep for a while, have you had breakfast? Why are you so sleepy?"

"Not yet, I didn't eat breakfast much because I wanted to go out of the palace to eat the snacks in heaven." Song Jiao rubbed his stomach, pouted his mouth, and looked up at him, "Senior brother, just take care of your grandpa, he is so cruel."

Liu Yi knocked on the counter with the pen: "Who is that bold enough to skip class?"

"Myself..." Song Jiao was about to cry when he said "Wow".

Xie Chen pulled him over, took his hands, and carried him away.

A group of people stayed behind the study hall, in the usual room, Wen Zhi was reading a book, Mu Ying was reading a storybook, Song Jiao and Xie Chen sat together feeling sleepy, knocking their heads together from time to time.

Hitting Xie Chen's head again, with a "bang", Song Jiao regained consciousness while clutching his forehead: "Brother Shen, are you an iron head?"

Xie Chen also woke up, but with his eyes closed, he leaned over and touched Song Jiao's head again.

The two slept next to each other again, and when Song Jiao woke up again, he was woken up by someone.

The man's voice was very soft: "Young Master Song?"

He yelled several times before Song Jiao woke up in a daze: "Huh?"

Chen Su squatted in front of him: "Young master, I bought some snacks from Tianshangju. You can eat some before going to sleep, young master."

Song Jiao paused for a while before realizing it, and pushed Xie Shen: "Get up and have some snacks."

Xie Chen stretched out his hand to hold his head, and leaned against him like a coquettish wolf.

Chen Su's face changed, and when Song Jiao looked over, he quickly returned to normal.

Song Jiao was still sleepy: "Thank you for your hard work, did your brother ask you to buy it? Put it on the school account, and make it up when I get the money at the end of the month."

"no need."

"It's okay, it's better to write it down, and at the end of the month, senior brother and the others will be able to reconcile the accounts."

After the two declined for a while, Xie Chen pressed Song Jiao's head again, wanting to be next to him.

"Young master, I'm leaving first." Chen Su got up and left.

"Yeah." Song Jiao fell into sleep again, Xie Chen pressed his head, rubbing his neck on his neck intentionally or unintentionally.

Still like a wolf.

The two fell asleep in the study hall like this, and Liu Yi came in to add an extra quilt for them, during which time they didn't wake up.It's simply insulting to the gentlemen - this sentence was said by Wen Zhi.

After sleeping until lunch time, the two of them got up and ate something, then continued to sleep again.

During the period, Mr. Liu also came once, and he was very disdainful: "Didn't you just write two articles? Are you so tired? When I was young, his grandfather and I stayed up all night writing for three days and three nights. It depends on who falls first."

It wasn't until it was dark at night that I regained my energy.

Liu Yi ladles soup for them: "You can sleep here at night, I have sent someone to the palace to tell you, it is too late to go back now."

Xie Chen is used to hugging Song Jiao: "Then I will sleep with Mao Mao."

Song Jiao turned her neck: "I seem to have a stiff neck, brother Shen, I don't want to sleep with you."

Xie Chen sternly refused: "No."

Liu Yi took two big bowls and added food for them: "Eat quickly, don't quarrel, you two slept so much that you even missed dinner, are you really not hungry at all?"

It is comfortable to eat hot meals.

Song Jiao held the spoon and put it into his mouth one spoon at a time.

Looking at his appearance, Liu Yi couldn't help but smile: "Maomao, isn't your birthday coming soon?"

"Yeah." Song Jiao nodded with a mouthful of rice.

"Your grandfather hasn't come back yet, and I don't know if he can come back in time."

"It doesn't matter." Song Jiao swallowed the food, "I have celebrated my birthday with grandpa for so many years, it doesn't matter if one year is missing."

Liu Yi patted his head pityingly.

There was charcoal burning in the room, and it was very warm. The friends played a few games of chess together, and when it was getting late, they dispersed.

In the end, Song Jiao and Xie Shen slept in the same room. He went out to wash up with a small wooden basin, and hurried back with the basin in his arms.

"It's so cold, so cold." Song Jiao pushed open the door.

Xie Chen had already washed, covered with a quilt, leaning on the bed with a book in his hand.

Hearing his voice, Xie Chen was taken aback, and quickly put the book under the pillow.

He held his head up, as if nothing had happened.

Song Jiao frowned vigilantly: "Are you looking at the little girl?"

Xie Chen continued to support his head, making a concave shape.