The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

When I went out to play with Song Jiao last time, I met a young man selling miscellaneous books at the gate of Shijietang.

Because of Song Jiao's presence, Xie Chen didn't buy books from him, and gave him a silver ingot.

Of course, money cannot be given in vain.

Before he left, he gestured to the book seller Xiao Er, and without telling Song Jiao, he went out of the palace alone to meet Xiao Er.

With a silver bullion, he became a VIP customer at a miscellaneous book seller.

VIP customer Xie Chen, who doesn’t like anything else, just took a hundred copies of "Two or Three Things Read with the Bamboo Horse" in one go, 99 copies for collection, and one book for him to read—because Xiaoer said that if the book does not sell well, Well, the author will not write a second book.Xie Chen felt that the burden on his shoulders was really too heavy. No matter what the reason was, he had to do his best to support the love □□ industry of the Holy One and his bamboo horse companion!

Later, Mr. Liu gave him and Song Jiao a lot of homework every day because he took Song Jiao to skip class. Song Jiao stayed with him to do homework all the time, and his words were buried under the pillow for many days. I didn't even read the page.

On the contrary, it was his group of friends, the youthful youngsters, no new gadgets in Fengxiang City could escape their eyes.

They soon learned about the popular small story books in the city recently, pooled money together to buy a few copies, circulated them privately, and lent them to Xie Chen to have a look and share something new.

The friends said: "Brother Shen, you only need to read two pages, and Mao Mao will come to ask you to do your homework later."

Xie Chen glanced at them: "Maomao... I'm not afraid of Maomao at all."

"Oh." The friends booed, "Brother Chen said he is not afraid of Mao Mao, then when Mao Mao comes over later, Brother Chen, you can show him openly, isn't it just a dick? Our brother Shen is not afraid at all." of."

Then Song Jiao pushed the door open and came in, Xie Chen threw the book back to them suddenly: "Get out of here."

Finally, it was Lantai's holiday. On the first day of the holiday, Xie Chen and Song Jiao caught up in the study hall, while Wen Zhi and Mu Ying were reading next to them.

Of course Wen Zhi was reading serious books, but Mu Ying was not necessarily reading. What he was reading was the small story books circulated privately by his friends.

When Muying was about to leave at night, she just finished reading the last page.

He sighed contentedly, stood up and was about to go back, when he turned his head and met Xie Chen's eyes.

Muying rubbed her nose, looked down at herself, and finally raised the small storybook in her hand, and asked, "Brother Shen, do you want to read it?"

Xie Chen paused, then nodded his head very reservedly: "Well, let me have a look."

"Okay, then give it to the little tiger after you finish reading it, he should read the next one."

"Ah."

Xie Chen took the script that had changed hands many times, and turned to the first page.

He put the script under the pillow, after washing, covered the quilt again, leaned on the bed and continued to read.

When he was fascinated by watching, there was a "creak", and the door was suddenly opened from the outside, and Song Jiao came in at the same time.

Song Jiao came in holding the wooden basin containing dirty clothes, sniffing, and said, "It's so cold..."

Xie Chen was startled by him, shivered, quickly closed the book, stuffed it under the pillow, then turned his head, as if nothing had happened.

Song Jiao stood on the spot, frowning at him: "Are you looking at the little girl?"

Xie Chen also looked at him, that's right, wife, you really know me so well, you can tell me right away.

Of course, Xie Chen didn't dare to speak. He moved the pillow back and arranged it neatly, then turned his head and looked at Song Jiao: "What are you doing standing at the door? Why don't you come in quickly? Didn't you say it's cold outside?"

Song Jiao still frowned, walked into the room with the wooden basin in his arms, closed the door behind his back, and put the wooden basin on the ground.

Xie Chen heaved a sigh of relief, and just as he let down his vigilance, Song Jiao jumped up quickly and flew forward to see what he was hiding under the pillow.

Xie Chen hugged his waist and brought him towards him: "Maomao! Stop! There's nothing, don't do this, Maomao!"

Song Jiao let out an "Aww" and stretched out his hand to reach the pillow: "Are you watching porn?"

"Mamao, calm down."

"You just watched it!"

"No……"

Before he finished speaking, both of them froze in unison.

Song Jiao turned to look at Xie Chen, then looked down at something.

Xie Chen's quilt that was originally covering his waist and abdomen slipped off. Xie Chen had already taken a shower, and he was also wearing a middle coat and trousers, so...

Sticking it on Song Jiao's waist, it is particularly obvious.

Song Jiao herself blushed, raised her head again, increased her volume, and bluffed: "You didn't watch the porn, would you become like this?"

Xie Shen didn't answer, he could only move back silently, dragged his quilt back, and covered it up.

Useless to cover up, the tip of the ear is red.

He was embarrassed to say, but he was not like this when he was reading, it was Song Jiao who rushed over suddenly, he hugged Song Jiao, and then...

He didn't want to, but couldn't control it at all.

Xie Chen couldn't help but think again, it's better to make up your mind quickly and pinch it, otherwise why do you always treat Mao Mao...

So humiliating.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to pinch his thigh, but before he could do it, Song Jiao stretched out his hand towards the pillow again.

This time Xie Shenshen was able to hug him in time, and Song Jiao got the book very smoothly.

"What?" Song Jiao flipped through the book several times, but the book cover was the same as ordinary books, no difference.

Xie Chen tried to call out: "Maomao..."

"Let me see, you can see, and I can see."

Song Jiao rubbed his nose, Xie Shen had no choice but to help him arrange the pillow and cover him with a quilt to prevent him from catching a cold.

Xie Chen's ears rang inappropriately what his friends had said.

——"Brother Chen said that he is not afraid of Maomao, then when Maomao comes over later, Brother Shen, you can show him openly, isn't it just a dick? We, Brother Shen, are not afraid at all."

Xie Chen covered Song Jiao's hands, thinking, it's still clear to the bystanders, he is just afraid of his wife.

He bravely admitted that he was afraid of his wife!

The two of them huddled under the quilt, tightly next to each other.Song Jiao was afraid of the cold, so Xie Chen stuffed him into the quilt, took the book by himself, turned the pages for him, and secretly glanced at him——

Refers to Huaben and Song Jiao.

Song Jiao is a small one, shrunk in the quilt again, only showing a pair of eyes, making her look even smaller.

Xie Chen felt that he could hold him down with one hand.

Song Jiao sensed that he was looking at her, and looked up at him, Xie Chen hurriedly looked away, and looked at the script before him again.

Song Jiao said: "Brother Shen, don't look at it, you don't have self-control, what if..." Song Jiao couldn't describe it, so he could only use a string of voices that he didn't know what it meant: "What should I do? "

"I... just because..." Xie Chen stopped talking, he didn't dare to say it was because of Song Jiao, that would frighten Song Jiao.

He had no choice but to take the blame silently.

Did Brother Shen compromise for his wife today?

Commissioned, begged.

The two bickered for a while, then continued to read the script.

Xie Chen also supported his head and continued to look.

In fact, he has only read a few pages, and he hasn't seen everything that should be there.

He read a few more pages with Song Jiao, and he became more confident: "Look, it's not a pornography at all, it's just an ordinary script. Why do you always think of me so badly?"

He just finished saying this, turned the next page, and neither of them spoke.

Song Jiao was thin-skinned, and blushed again: "Brother Shen, isn't this a dick?"

Xie Chen choked, and took the book back: "I haven't seen this side yet."

"Then do you want to continue watching?"

"Do not……"

The two were still talking when someone knocked on the door.

It was Liu Yi's voice: "Your Highness, Maomao, it's getting late, go to bed quickly, and be careful not to wake up tomorrow."

Song Jiao closed the script, returned it to Xie Chen, and said, "Understood, brother also go to bed early."

"it is good."

Song Jiao arranged the pillow, dragged the quilt and lay down.

Xie Chen put the storybook away, got out of bed, blew out the candles, and went to bed in the dark.

It was different from the afternoon, this time Xie Chen didn't dare to sleep with Song Jiao in his arms again, he hadn't calmed down yet, and the atmosphere between the two of them was also weird, hugging each other was even more strange.

Xie Chen was lying in the darkness, and when he heard Song Jiao who was lying next to him turn over, after a rustling sound, Xie Chen turned his head and took a look, as if his back was turned to him.

He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but also a little lucky.

He has never been able to endorse books, but at this moment, after only reading a few pages of the short story book, it is very clear in his mind.

The Chinese characters emerged bit by bit, word for word.

Xie Chen took two deep breaths, and heard the sound of gentle breathing coming from beside him.

Song Jiao, who was the best at reciting, was able to forget all those words and fell asleep so quickly.

Xie Chen was a little unconvinced, and pulled up the quilt himself, getting ready to sleep.

But he suddenly felt that the bed seemed to be tilted, and he was always sliding towards Song Jiao.

No, stop!

If it goes any further, it will be stuck on Song Jiao's body!Can't!

Xie Chen gritted his teeth and fought against himself.

Struggling, struggling, the sleeping Song Jiao suddenly turned over, opened her arms, and threw herself into his arms.

Xie Chen turned his back in an instant, hugged him, and then fell into a deep sleep.

It was my wife who started it first.

The next morning, before Song Jiao woke up, Xie Chen woke up first.

His hands were still on Song Jiao's waist, Song Jiao's back was facing him, she had slept all night, her posture was a little messed up, her jacket was pulled up, revealing her slender and white waist.

Xie Chen pressed his waist with his thumb while he was half asleep and half awake, and when he felt the warmth with his fingers, he suddenly came back to his senses, let go of Song Jiao with a red face, turned over and went to sleep by himself.

He went back to sleep for a while, and when he woke up again, he found that he was hugging Song Jiao again.

It's like wearing a magnet on his body, no matter what kind of thoughts Xie Shen held before going to sleep, when he wakes up, he always hugs Song Jiao domineeringly and refuses to let go.

This is Tian Ding's wife, Xie Shen is sure.

Early this morning, Song Jiao returned the script to Mu Ying.

"You shouldn't look at these things, but you still show them to Xie Chen."

Muying looked puzzled: "Brother Shen wants to see it himself, so what's none of my business?"

Xie Chen folded his hands behind his back, and said righteously: "I don't know what this is at all. If you tell me, I thought it was an ordinary script."

Mu Ying frowned: "Brother Shen, you are really afraid of Mao Mao, don't want to borrow books from me anymore."

"No." As a VIP customer, Xie Chen was fearless.

Putting away the storybook, Muying muttered, "They've been reading it recently, if they don't read it now, they won't be able to find a wife in the future..."

Song Jiao, monitor of Xinxin Banditzhai Middle School, and Wen Zhi, study committee member, turned their heads at the same time: "What did you say?"

"No... nothing."

The next moment, he was held down by the class monitor and the study committee member.

Under the coercion and lure of Song Jiao and Wen Zhi, Muying tremblingly told the truth.

Wen Zhi frowned: "You guys have been reading this for a while? Don't you even do your homework?"

Muying was trembling: "No...the homework is still written, you old man is watching, how dare we not do our homework?"

"Where do you exchange scripts?"

The storybook mutual aid group was taken over by Wen Zhi, and all the story books were confiscated, and the mutual aid group became a learning mutual aid group. As long as you complete a homework assigned by Wen Zhi, you can get a day's reading permission.

Wen Zhi, as expected of you.

In a few days it will be Song Jiao's birthday.

The snowstorm in several states and counties has not been completely resolved. Grandpa Xie and Grandpa Song have not come back yet, and it is only a 14-year-old birthday. Of course, Song Jiao does not want to make a fuss. After discussing with Grandpa and Grandpa, they are going to Potluck at home.

In the early morning of this day, the alarm clock set by the system to call Song Jiao to get up was the happy birthday song.

Song Jiao fell into a drowsy sleep, and after the alarm clock rang, she was going to sleep for a while, but she didn't expect that after the happy birthday song, there was a baby voice from the system.

"Under the bridge in front of the gate, a flock of ducks swam..."

Song Jiao woke up suddenly and sat up from the bed.

The system is holding a streamer and dancing to "Counting Ducks" - bouncing around.

"Mamao! Happy birthday!"

Song Jiao beat the bed and wailed, "Don't let this go."

"How cute, my lovely Mao Mao, happy birthday!"

The system continued to hop around, sweeping its legs, and almost knocked something off the bed, Song Jiao stretched out his hands to catch it.

The system asked: "What is this?"

Song Jiao shook her head in doubt: "I don't know, did I have this thing when I was sleeping last night?"

"no."

Song Jiao was surprised: "Then someone ran into my room in the middle of the night and put this thing in?" He threw the thing on the bed: "It can't be something scary, right?"

"I do not know."

"You're a big yellow dog, why aren't you vigilant at all?"

"The big yellow dog is going to bed too. In order to get up early and say 'Happy Birthday' to you for the first time, I went to bed early last night." The system jumped onto the bed nimbly, "And you live in the palace, opposite is Xie Chen, Xiao The East Palace is heavily guarded, what danger can there be? Open it and have a look."

Song Jiao pursed her mouth, stretched out her hand, and brought back the box that was thrown on the bed.

It was a rather big wooden box, which was not locked. When Song Jiao brought it over just now, it still felt a little heavy.

All of them sat on the bed, Song Jiao flipped the lock of the box, took two deep breaths, and then lifted the lid.

Two pairs of curious eyes blinked and looked inside.

There are a lot of things in it, a few books that Song Jiao has always wanted to read but couldn't find, an inkstone, a few Langhao brushes, a stack of flower notes for literati singing, a set of clothes, the same as when he was a child, and a hat with a With bunny ears and a bunny tail on the hem.

In addition to these, there are many small gadgets, such as paperweights and bracelets, which fill the entire box.

Song Jiao picked up a puppet: "Santa Claus has come?"

The system hid the gift it had prepared in the space.

When the two of them were silent, the door suddenly opened, Song Jiao turned his head and watched Xie Chen push open the door and come in.

Xie Chen seemed to have just woken up, because he was still wearing a jacket.

He didn't seem to wake up yet, he was in a daze, after he came in, he turned around and closed the door, then, under Song Jiao's perplexed gaze, he wobbled to the side of the bed, lifted Song Jiao's quilt, and kicked the bed away. Shoes, lay down beside him.

The movement is smooth and done in one go, without any unnaturalness.

Song Jiao and the system were stunned.

The system asked, "Is he sleepwalking?"

Song Jiao shook his head: "I don't know."

He thought he was dreaming and pinched his face: "Oh, it hurts!"

It turned out that it wasn't a dream, so what happened to this bizarre scene?

Song Jiao tried to push Xie Chen: "Brother Shen..."

Xie Chen closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Song Jiao said softly: "Did you go to the wrong room? Your room is opposite."

Xie Chen still closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his face: "No, I slept with you last night, and I went to relieve myself just now."

Song Jiao was shocked: "Huh?"

"It's your birthday today. I came over to say 'Happy Birthday' to you when I was a child, but you fell asleep too fast." Xie Chen turned over, hugged him, and hid the corners of his raised lips. In the quilt, "sleep a little longer."

Song Jiao looked at the system, what's going on?A big living person entered his room in the middle of the night, you...we didn't notice it?

The system also looked at him, eyes dim with tears, it turned out that I was not the first person to say "Happy Birthday" to Mao Mao, woo woo woo.

Song Jiao covered the box, it seemed that these things were also a birthday present from Xie Chen.

He put the box at the end of the bed, and said to Xie Chen: "You come here in the middle of the night, it's a bit scary, call me up next time."

Xie Chen hid under the quilt embarrassingly: "I know I was wrong, so I dare to do it next time." He hugged Song Jiao: "Sleep."

The two of them slept for a long time and went back to the cage. The palace servants came to remind them, and they barely got up.

Under Xie Chen's request of threatening friendship, Song Jiao wore the clothes Xie Chen gave him. He could bear the fluffy collar, and he could bear the hat with rabbit ears, but...

He couldn't stand clothes with a rabbit tail.

Xie Chen had washed up early, and was sitting on the couch breaking the bread and throwing it into the milk tea.He watched Song Jiao wrestling with the tail, and couldn't help laughing.

"Mamao, don't break the birthday present."

Song Jiao tugged at the tail: "I don't want this tail, it looks too weird."

"You used to like this tail. I pulled it off, but you still cried."

"Now... I don't like it now. If you dress like this again, you will be regarded as a fool when you walk on the street."

"You were a little fool."

Song Jiao resolutely refused: "Anyway, I don't want it."

"But you can't sew when you pull it off."

"You can sew." Song Jiao strode forward and sat down in front of him, "Hurry up, pull it off first, and sew it back next time."

Xie Chen could only help him pull off the tail first, and put it away.

It's strange that the attitude of the two of them towards the tail of the rabbit is completely opposite to that of when they were children.

After Song Jiao touched his waist, he didn't touch his tail again, so he was relieved.

Xie Chen pushed the broken bread and milk tea in front of him, and the two of them had breakfast before setting off for the Song Mansion.

Grandpa Song hasn't come back yet, Old General Wu and Mr. Liu help Song Jiao make a living, and of course they are also in the Song Mansion.

The two grandfathers were afraid that Song Jiao would be sad because Grandpa Song didn't come back, so they took extra care of him, prepared many gifts for him, and fed him a lot of food before letting him go out to play with his friends.

At noon, the grandpas arranged for him to have dinner with his friends, and made an exception to prepare a lot of entertainment for them in his room.

Most of his friends are classmates in Lantai, and they have too much psychological shadow on Mr. Liu and Old General Wu. The two grandfathers didn't stay long, and went to eat in the hall outside.

After lunch, there will be dinner immediately.

I have to eat dinner with my grandparents.

Song Jiao was too full for lunch, so for dinner he ate longevity noodles with poached eggs made for him by Senior Brother Liu, and then talked with his grandpas for a while.

After the banquet was over, the attendants were clearing the dining table in the living room. The two grandpas had been busy all day, so they finally had a rest, drinking tea and talking in the living room.

Song Jiao hugged the system alone, and sat on the railing of the corridor to blow the air.

The system looked up at him, thought for a while, and didn't speak.

In fact, he still misses grandpa, right?

Song Jiao was a little drowsy from the wind blowing, with his eyes closed, like a chicken pecking at rice, his head was bit by bit, and he was about to fall asleep.

He nodded his head and fell forward. Seeing that he was about to fall forward uncontrollably, he was suddenly caught by an arm.

Xie Chen pulled him back: "You are too heavy."

Song Jiao turned around, wanting to refute: "It's the system..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Chen pressed his head and pinched his chin, asking him to look at the sky outside the eaves.

Just at this time, a firework rose into the sky and bloomed in the night sky.

It only lit up for a moment, and it only illuminated Song Jiao's face for a moment.

Afterwards, more fireworks were set off correspondingly, dyeing it with red clouds.

Song Jiao let out a small "wow", and Xie Chen took it as something important, and hurriedly explained: "The snow disaster is all right now, this is what we left from hunting last year."

Amidst the sound of fireworks, the voice of Mr. Xie sounded: "Why are you all sitting here? Can you see it here too? You can see it more clearly in the hall. Go over and have a look."

Song Jiao turned her head suddenly, only to see Mr. Xie's family was full of travel and dust, his face and body were covered with snow dust from all the way.Because of working hard for a while, the beard on his face has faded a lot.

and also--

Song Jiao put down the system, turned over from the railing, ran forward, and hugged Grandpa Song: "Grandpa!"

Grandpa Song, who was also busy with the world, patted his head: "Oh, how old are you, and you still want Grandpa to accompany you on your birthday."

Song Jiao hugged her grandpa and refused to let go: "I didn't urge grandpa to come back soon, I was very considerate, but it's okay to be sad?"

"Okay, okay, it's Grandpa who didn't trust you, so he rushed back to see if you were sad, but it happened that we were sad."

Mr. Xie said: "It's Maomao's birthday, how can I let it go? Is there anything I want to eat or play, but I didn't get to eat and play today, so hurry up and thank Grandpa for helping me."

Song Jiao smirked and said, "It's great to see Grandpa. I'm only 14 now, and it won't be too late to raise my wish when I'm 80."

Old Master Xie smiled, and then looked at Xie Chen: "Brother Shen has also improved, he will not only know how to bully Mao Mao, but also know how to make fireworks for him."

Xie Shen cocked his tail, brother dotes on his wife!