The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

After watching the fireworks, it’s still the same as when I was a child. The four grandpas sat around the fire and talked about things. Song Jiao was next to grandpa, hugging his arm, like a small tree kangaroo, and the system was also next to Song Jiao. string.

Song Jiao looked up at Grandpa, and helped Grandpa remove the broken snow that stuck to his hair and beard.

Grandpa Song let him mess around while talking, Song Jiao accidentally pulled a beard off, Grandpa Song paused for a moment, and then sighed.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, I was wrong." Song Jiao hurriedly stroked Grandpa's chin, then picked up the beard and took a look.

It is silvery white.

Grandpa has a white beard too.

Song Jiao puffed his cheeks, then threw the white beard into the stove and burned it.

He looked a little sad, dejected, leaning against his grandfather, and didn't speak.

Grandpa Song was halfway through talking with the grandpas, when he suddenly sensed something was wrong, he turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Song Jiao also sighed, and it was exactly the same as Grandpa Song's voice just now: "It's nothing."

"You pulled out grandpa's beard, but grandpa didn't say anything, why are you sighing?"

"I..." Song Jiao couldn't say it.

Ever since he became sensible, he has disliked celebrating birthdays very much. Every time he celebrates a birthday, his grandfather becomes one year older.

Just at this moment, a servant came in with two bowls of ginger soup.

Just interrupting Song Jiao's words, he stood up, took the ginger soup from the attendant, first took a bowl with both hands, gave it to Grandpa Song, and then gave it to Grandpa Xie.

The two grandpas came back directly from states and counties where the snow disaster was more severe on the front line. It was cold outside and they had to drive overnight. After returning, they must drink some ginger soup to keep out the cold.

Mr. Xie took the ginger soup, took a big sip, and sighed: "Shu Tan, it's better to be comfortable at home." He stroked his beard and said to Song Jiao: "Maomao, don't play with your grandfather's beard. He didn't have much at all, and you'll pull it out later. Come and sit with Brother Shen."

"Understood." Song Jiao responded, but wanted to go to be with his grandfather again.

Master Xie turned his head and glanced at Xie Chen, sorry, grandpa tried his best.

Xie Chen pursed his lips, grandpa don't worry, I'm very strong, it's just that my wife doesn't sit with me, I can bear it.

Song Jiao supervised his grandfather to drink all the ginger soup, and then handed him a handkerchief, taking care of everything.

"Grandpa, is the snow disaster better?"

"It's much better." Grandpa Song wiped his face, "When we came back, everything was already taken care of, and the second master was dealing with the follow-up matters. We could have come back slowly, but think about it, our birthday is coming soon I can't let Mao Mao live alone at home, so I hurried back."

"Then don't worry so much next time..."

"A gentleman is honest, don't say such lies."

Song Jiao smiled at his grandpa: "I'm sorry, but grandpa's body is still important, so go to bed early later, will grandpa go to court tomorrow?"

Master Xie looked at Xie Chen again: "Brother Shen, why don't you speak?"

Xie Chen stared at Song Jiao, turned his head, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He really doesn't act like a baby like Song Jiao, and he also expresses his miss, making him like Song Jiao, he feels a little awkward.

Mr. Xie was holding the ginger soup bowl, the grandpa and grandson stared at each other, no one said a word.

Not long after, Song Jiao turned to look at Mr. Xie again: "Grandpa Xie, can my grandpa not go to court tomorrow? He came back so late today."

Grandpa Xie nodded vigorously: "Of course." He asked again: "What about Grandpa Xie?"

Song Jiao thought for a while, then whispered, "Grandpa Xie, don't go to court."

"What about the government?"

"Let Godfather do it." Song Jiao glanced at Xie Chen, "And Brother Shen."

Prime Minister Song came to his senses first, and secretly patted him on the back, reminding him that what he said might be inappropriate. Song Jiao himself felt as if he had said something wrong, and touched the tip of his nose, not knowing how to round it up.

Afterwards, Old General Wu and Mr. Liu also came to their senses, and they were about to throw this matter away with a haha.

But he didn't want Mr. Xie to clap his hands and laugh: "Brother Shen? Is he so stupid? Then I'd rather work hard for a few more years." He turned to look at Xie Chen: "How is it? I just talked to you, Grandpa Song. , how much do you understand?"

Xie Chen raised his chin: "I understand everything."

"Bragging. Then according to you, what should we do next?"

"Prepare to move south and grab the places in Qing that have no snow disasters. If there are snow disasters in the future, we can freely dispatch them to minimize the damage."

Thank you, Mr. Master:? ! ! !

"You..." Mr. Xie couldn't hold back his laughter again, and he almost burst out of laughter, "Okay, okay, you really deserve to be my grandson of Xie Taichong."

Amidst the laughter, Song Jiao asked in a low voice, "What about before taking down the Qing Kingdom? If the snow disaster delays the unification process, what should we do?"

Xie Chen paused for a moment, and then said confidently: "Then let Mao Mao guard the rear."

Song Jiao:? ? ?

"I didn't say..."

Mr. Xie really burst out laughing, and let out a "hiccup".

Mr. Xie patted his chest, calmed down, looked at Song Jiao who didn't know what to say, and coaxed him: "Okay, okay, it seems that before the reunification, we have to take care of our brother Shen a lot."

Mr. Liu snorted coldly and vented his anger on Song Jiao: "Your Majesty is worried about this? You should worry about His Highness's 15-year-old exam."

Lantai's education system is ten years, from five to 15 years old.

After the age of 15, Lantai broke up. They had to take the imperial examination, where to lead troops, and what to do, all depended on their own ideas.

When I left Lantai at the age of 15, there was an exam.If they fail the exam, I don't know what Mr. Liu will do with them.

Mr. Xie didn't care much, with a smile on his face: "What are you afraid of? Maomao, I will give Brother Shen a make-up lesson for the next year. Thank you Grandpa for your full support." He turned to look at Xie Chen: "How is it? Brother Shen, Are you confident in the exam?"

Xie Chen looked at Song Jiao with a guilty conscience and dared not speak.

Just at this time, the attendant came in again and saved his life.

The attendant saluted, walked to Song Jiao, and said softly, "Young master, a friend of the young master came outside, named Chen Su, who said he was here to give the young master a birthday present."

Song Jiao asked, "Where is he now?"

"You guys invite him to come in and sit and wait in the living room, but he refuses and just waits outside the door."

Song Jiao quickly stood up: "Then I'll go out to meet him."

Grandpa Song turned around: "Maomao, is your friend here?"

"Well, I'll go out and meet him."

"Please invite someone in to talk? It's so cold outside."

"Understood." Song Jiao replied, walking to the side of the mat and putting on his shoes.

At this time, Xie Chen also got up, and put on shoes with him: "I'll accompany you."

Song Jiao turned her head, feeling a little puzzled, but still nodded in response: "Okay."

The two put on their shoes, fastened their cloaks, hats, and gloves.Song Jiao thought for a while, then grabbed another handful of candies and put them in his hands.

The two walked side by side in the corridor, Xie Chen turned his head to look at him, and asked, "Is it Chen Su?"

Song Jiao nodded: "Well, how do you know?"

"Your friend came here at noon, how could he wait until now?"

Song Jiao didn't speak, but after thinking for a while, she stretched out her hand and tugged at his sleeve.

"what happened?"

"It's fine to complain in front of me, but don't say it in front of him later."

"I know." Xie Chen folded his hands, his expression darkened.

He regretted a little, he asked Song Jiao to save Chen Su at that time, he didn't feel that at first glance, but after knowing him for a long time, Xie Chen always felt that he had a vague hostility towards him.

Chen Su always likes to hang out with Song Jiao, and he always picks up when other friends are not around. If he is a little dependent on his savior, he should stop now.

Xie Chen was very angry, no friend had ever dared to get so close to Song Jiao.

He said that he has the best relationship with Song Jiao, and although other people have a good relationship with Song Jiao, they all know how to recognize the best name, Chen Su is too ignorant of the importance.

He and Song Jiao created the world, and it was not the turn of others to use small tricks.

Soon they came to the side door, Song Jiao opened the door and went out, looking around.

Chen Su on the side saw him first, with a happy face, he strode forward: "Young Master Song."

Then Xie Chen also flashed out from behind the side door, grabbed Song Jiao's shoulders, and swore his sovereignty.

Chen Su's footsteps paused, then he continued to move forward, and called again: "Young Master Song."

Song Jiao nodded and sniffed: "Why are you here so late? Do you want to go in and sit down? It's too cold outside."

"No." Chen Su pursed the corners of his lips, "I'm working in the school today, and I can't get out, so I'm late. I heard in the school a while ago that today is Young Master Song's birthday, so I came here specially Young Master Song congratulates you."

He took out a neatly wrapped book from his arms and handed it to Song Jiao: "I heard the young master mention this book in the study hall earlier, so I looked for it carefully, and I found it."

Song Jiao suddenly felt that Xie Chen's hand on his shoulder tightened. He glanced at Xie Chen with some doubts, and seeing that there was no expression on his face, he thought that he felt wrong.

He took the book from Chen Su's hand: "Thank you, can you come in and sit for a while? Can you have some supper?"

Chen Su shook his head, but asked: "When I was outside, I saw someone leading a horse into the mansion. Has your grandfather returned?"

"Ah."

"Your Majesty is here?"

Song Jiao didn't answer, it's really not easy to answer this question.

Chen Su nodded thoughtfully: "Then I won't go in and bother you, it's so late."

After he finished speaking, he took a step back and bowed to Song Jiao.

Song Jiao had no choice but to stuff the sugar in his hand to him: "This is for you, do you want me to send someone to take you back?"

"no need."

Chen Su took the candy and turned to leave, Song Jiao was also about to go in.

Xie Chen took the book in Song Jiao's hand with a sweeping arm.

Song Jiao was startled: "Huh?"

Xie Chen unpacked the package, took a look at the lantern hanging on the eaves of the side door, and snorted almost inaudibly.

Song Jiao was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Xie Shen said in a deep voice, "I'm giving you this book too."

Song Jiao was even more puzzled: "I know."

"You don't know." Xie Chen restrained the desire to throw away the book, and returned it to him, "Now you can read it twice."

Song Jiao looked dull, not knowing what to say.

Two people walked into the side door, and the attendants stepped forward to close the door.

Song Jiao paused, half a step behind Xie Chen, rolled a snowball from the ground, and smashed it on his clothes: "What are you doing so weirdly? Tell me what you have to say."

Xie Chen quickly fought back, picked up the snow with both hands, and smashed it off Song Jiao's head.

He blinked: "Is Song Jiao Xie Chen's best friend?"

"Yes." Song Jiao chased him and threw a snowball, swooped down, pressed him to the ground, grabbed the snow and sprinkled it on Xie Chen's head, "Yes."

Xie Chen was crushed below, yet he still had the strength to fight back. He also raised snow dust and threw it on Song Jiao's face: "Is Song Jiao Xie Chen's best friend?"

"Yes." Song Jiao gritted his teeth, "Song Jiao is Xie Chen's best friend."

The two said this while fighting.

On the other side of the wall, before Chen Su could go far, he lowered his head and peeled off a piece of candy, stuffed it into his mouth, and walked away slowly.

When Song Jiao and Xie Chen went back, they were both extremely embarrassed.

His head was covered with crushed snow, his clothes were wet, and his hat and gloves fell off.

Grandpa Xie was helpless: "I can't let the two of you go out alone, really."

The two of them knew they were wrong, and both lowered their heads and dared not speak.

That night, it was rare for Song Jiao not to sleep with Xie Chen. Grandpa came back, so of course he wanted to sleep with him.

After blowing out the candles, Song Jiao hugged Grandpa Song's left arm, System hugged Grandpa Song's right arm, and the two of them surrounded Grandpa Song.

But because of running around for days, Song Jiao found out that his grandfather was ill early the next morning.

Now there is really no need to go up.

Grandpa Song was asked by Song Jiao to stay in bed to recuperate, and Song Jiao did everything for him.

Grandpa Song was lying on the bed, very helpless: "It's not a serious illness, it doesn't matter."

Song Jiao and the system stood in a row beside the bed.

"Grandpa, it's winter now, and it's very cold outside. If you go out, your condition will get worse." Song Jiao picked up the porridge bowl, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and handed it to grandpa, "Grandpa, let's eat."

Grandpa Song wanted to talk again, but after thinking about it, he ate obediently.

When he was full, Grandpa Song hesitated and said, "There are still some excerpts..."

"I'll do it."

Song Jiao brought all the memorials from his grandfather's study and read them one by one to his grandfather. Sometimes Prime Minister Song deliberately asked him what he meant, and Song Jiao answered after thinking about it, and then wrote down his grandfather's supplementary reply.

Song Jiao bit the tip of the pen and said distressedly: "Grandpa, why doesn't Grandpa Xie read the memorial?"

Grandpa Song smiled: "He can't even read all the words, can he approve it?"

"He can learn." Song Jiao suddenly thought of something, raised his head and asked, "Grandpa, Brother Shen is literate, so Brother Shen will not stop approving memorials from now on, right?"

Grandpa Song still smiled: "That's not necessarily true."

"Ah?" Song Jiao froze when he thought of this matter, "Anyway, if I don't approve for him, I will definitely not help him with his homework."

"Really? But hurry up and write now."

"Ah."

Grandpa Song's illness has not improved, intermittently, and dragged on for a whole winter.

Song Jiao blamed herself very much, thinking that Grandpa got sick because he came back to spend his birthday with her, and he took good care of him all the time, and he didn't go out much these days.

It wasn't until the new year and spring that Grandpa Song's condition improved.

It was also at this time that Second Master Xie, who had finished taking care of the follow-up to the snow disaster outside, came back.

When Xie Erye came back, Song Jiao was wandering in the street with his friends. The friends said that Song Jiao hadn't come out for a long time, so they pulled him out.

Xie Erye rode a horse and led the disaster relief troops through the long street. Song Jiao and his friends were among the crowd, waving to him.

"Second uncle."

Xie Erye smiled, nodded at them, and waved.

Then Chen Su squeezed into the crowd and walked to Song Jiao's side: "Young master..."

He turned his head and happened to meet Second Master Xie's eyes.

At the moment when his eyes crossed, Second Master Xie was obviously panicked, but soon he regained his composure, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

Chen Su also looked away, and continued to talk to Song Jiao: "Young master, Mr. Liu said that we will have lunch at his place at noon today, and he has already sent someone to talk about it in the prime minister's residence."

Song Jiao smiled at him: "Okay, thank you very much."

It was also after these few days that the letter Song Jiao asked Li Xu to send to Qingguo finally got a reply.

In the letter, Song Jiao asked Qing Guo to send Jiang Ping's family over. The pretext was that he wanted to win over Jiang Ping. The Emperor Qing Guo didn't seem to have any doubts, so he sent someone to investigate. .

It turned out not so well.

Jiang Ping's family members passed away one after another three years ago, and even his eight-year-old brother at the time was not spared.

How they died, no one knows.

Everyone else knew this news, only Jiang Ping didn't know, they didn't know how to tell Jiang Ping.

And Jiang Ping was still thinking about the beginning of spring these days, his family members should be here, and he had already prepared a lot of things.

But it was impossible to hide things like this, and in the end Liu Yi deliberately picked a time to tell him the whole thing.

When Song Jiao saw Jiang Ping again, he looked haggard, his whole body was as thin as bones, and his eyes lost all luster.

He wanted to talk to Jiang Ping, but Brother Liu pulled him away.

Let's wait a while.

After a while, the teenagers returned to Lantai to study, the government and the public were still operating normally, and everything returned to calm.

In the past year, Second Master Xie had dealt with many things, and now it was the time when he was in the limelight, but for some reason, he suddenly resigned from all his affairs and stayed idle in the mansion.

It was not until three months later that the news that the second wife was pregnant with a child came out.Mr. Xie was very happy and rewarded him generously.

It was also at this time that Master Xie went to Liu Yi's study.

Coincidentally, Song Jiao and Xie Chen were both there at that time, they were eating snacks on the counter, and they occasionally bickered.

"Second uncle."

"Yeah." Second Master Xie nodded, "Are you all playing here?"

Song Jiao asked: "Second Uncle, Second Aunt, how are you?"

"It's very good." Seeing his appearance, Second Master Xie couldn't help but say a few more words, "I resigned and took care of him myself, how can there be any bad reason?"

"After that, the second aunt gave birth to a child, and the second uncle will give us red envelopes."

"That's natural." Second Master Xie looked around intentionally or unintentionally.

Song Jiao said, "What is Second Uncle looking for?"

Second Master Xie returned to his senses, thought for a while, and said, "Look for two books."

"What do you want? Brother Liu is not here, and I went out for a walk with Brother Jiang. I know all the books here."

"If you want a simpler script, take it back to your second aunt to relieve boredom. It's best to bring a picture, otherwise she will say that her eyes are tired."

"Oh." Song Jiao thought for a while, "Senior Brother Liu doesn't seem to have any script books with pictures here. His side is full of serious books. Second Uncle wants to buy scripts, so he should go to the grocery store."

He suddenly thought of something, pointed at Xie Chen quietly with his finger, and whispered: "Second Uncle, you can ask Brother Shen if you want to read the script, Brother Shen knows best what scripts are popular in Fengxiang City recently, but Brother Shen read... ..."

Xie Chen covered his mouth: "Second Uncle, hurry up, there are no books you want here."

Second Master Xie smiled and teased, "Brother Shen has also grown up."

At this time, Chen Su came out from behind the bookshelf with a rag, and Second Master Xie's expression froze slightly.

He was just behind.

For no reason, Second Master Xie felt a chill rise from his spine.

Chen Su said indifferently: "There are also some decent books scattered in the market. I often go there to search for books recently. If the second master needs help, I can take the second master to the market to have a look."

Xie Erye finally agreed: "Okay."

Chen Su turned to Song Jiao: "Young master, then I will go to the market with the second master."

"...Okay." Song Jiao had already been held tightly in Xie Chen's arms, unable to utter a word.

Chen Su made a hand gesture to Xie Erye, his words were biting very hard: "Second Master, please."