The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao unpacked a large bag of Wangwang Snow Cakes and made a birthday cake for Xie Chen.

Xie Chen took one and was eating. The two snow cakes stuck together. He ate something strange, and then he took the two snow cakes apart to have a look: "What is this?"

Song Jiao also crunched and bit happily: "Snow cake."

"I mean the one inside."

"Oh, this is..." It was condensed milk, and Song Jiaohua's points were redeemed from the system mall.

He originally planned to make a cake for Xie Chen by himself, but after the system brought tools and recipes from the mall, he realized that he didn't know how to do it.

In the past month, the Song Mansion's kitchen experienced five small fires, one big fire, and one time, the stove collapsed directly, Song Jiao's hair was ignited, and the system was burnt bald.

One person and one dog were as black as silhouettes. When they escaped from the kitchen, Grandpa Song was amazed.

There was no other way, Song Jiao could only settle for the next best thing, and gave Xie Chendui one of his favorite snow cakes.

This is not difficult at all, Song Jiao thought.

Later, he found out that this was not the case. It was also very difficult for him to make a cake out of snow cakes.

It was too difficult, and the snow cake mountain would always collapse halfway through the pile. He had no choice but to get a little condensed milk from the mall, stick it together, and pile it up again.

This is already considered a good achievement.

The system said, "It's amazing that you didn't use glue to stick it."

Facing Xie Chen's question, Song Jiao planned to fool around: "It's made of milk. Without this, the snow cakes wouldn't be able to pile up. I developed a new way to eat, isn't it delicious?"

Xie Chen's voice was hoarse, as if he had suffered an internal injury: "It's too sweet."

"It's okay." Song Jiao held the plate in one hand and another biscuit in the other, "Are you still eating? Hurry up, we're going to the banquet."

Xie Chen waved his hand: "I won't eat."

"Okay then, I'll take it down and share it with them, it will break at night."

Song Jiao couldn't eat with one hand, and some condensed milk was on his fingers. He turned his head and looked around, and then stretched out his hand towards Xie Chen's sleeve as if nothing had happened.

Not guilty.

Xie Chen flicked his hand away: "Do you dare?"

Song Jiao smiled at him, then withdrew his hand, Xie Chen glanced at him, then held his wrist, and wiped off the stains on his fingertips.

"Thank you, Brother Shen."

Song Jiao thanked him, and was about to take the things down when Xie Chen suddenly stopped him: "Maomao."

"Huh?" Song Jiao handed the snow cake to him, "Do you still want to eat a piece?"

Xie Chen looked at him and pointed to the corner of his mouth.Song Jiao understood, and reached out to wipe his face.

Xie Chen looked helpless: "The other side."

He stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of Song Jiao's lips with his thumb to wipe off the dirt.

Song Jiao thanked again, and then went out with the cake.

Xie Chen withdrew his hand, looked down at the white cream on his thumb, then looked up at the back of Song Jiao leaving, and the battle between heaven and man began in his mind.

——Xie Chen, you are not a pervert!

——Xie Chen, your wife is very sweet!

Xie Chen tried to raise his hand, and the voice in his head became louder.

——Xie Chen, stop!Can't!This is abnormal behavior!

——Xie Chen, eat quickly, this opportunity is once in a lifetime!My wife is very sweet, don't waste every single bit of the birthday gift my wife gave you!

Xie Chen pressed down the previous voice, and he surrendered himself.

Yes, I am a pervert.

The first voice said again: "No, what if Mao Mao sees it? Stop!"

Xie Chen and the second voice were very confident: "Impossible, I will eat right away..."

Xie Chen raised his hand, and only then put his thumb to his lips, the palace door knocked softly, and Song Jiao came back.

He stood at the door, frowning: "What are you doing?"

So Xie Chen and the second voice started beating the first voice violently: "I made a fool of myself in front of my wife, it's all your fault!"

Xie Chen put his hands behind his back, and smiled obediently at Song Jiao: "I'm waiting for you to come back."

He wiped his hands with a handkerchief behind his back, then threw the handkerchief away: "Let's go..."

It was so dangerous that I almost called "wife" again.

Xie Chen stepped forward, grabbed Song Jiao's shoulders, and led him out.

I don't know what's going on, but Xie Chen has been growing up like a jointed bamboo recently, and he is already half a head taller than Song Jiao.

After he grows taller, his favorite thing to do is to put his hands on Song Jiao's shoulders.

He was a little cautious in his heart, but he said that Song Jiao's height was just right for him, and it was very comfortable to hold hands.

Of course Song Jiao refused to let him carry him, and even blamed him for keeping her height down.

The two walked in the corridor, and the attendants behind them were divided into two rows, farther away.

Both of them were wearing dresses, inlaid with gold and jade, very solemn.Xie Laodao saves himself, and is really not stingy with them.

Soon we arrived at the Hall of Harmony, where the banquet was held.

This time it was Xie Chen who was a young adult, Mr. Xie was running the house solemnly, before the sun went down, all the officials were already waiting outside the hall.

The two of them entered from the apse, and several old people were enjoying the cool air in the apse.

According to Mr. Xie, it's okay for the young people outside to stand still, but these old people need to rest more.Recently, Mr. Xie is taking care of his health, and he doesn't even lose his temper.

The windows of the apse are wide open, and there is a large copper tripod in the center, in which there is a small mountain of ice cubes, and several ice trays are placed on top of the ice cubes, and the ice trays contain fruits.

There were four mats next to the bronze tripod, and none of the four old people wanted to stand next to each other, so they occupied one mat and wore single clothes. Without the consciousness of being an emperor or a prime minister, they lazily leaned on the porcelain pillow .

Fan Kai, who was standing at the back, said to Mr. Xie, who was resting with his eyes closed, "Your Majesty, your Highnesses have arrived."

Master Xie finally woke up, raised his head, and opened his eyes: "Oh, it's already here."

Xie Chen and Song Jiao called together: "Grandpa."

"I've slept through." Mr. Xie wiped his face, "You two have something to eat first, and grandpa goes to change first."

"Yes."

When Xie Chen agreed, Song Jiao had already posted it to his grandfather.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

Grandpa Song sat up: "Oh, it's so hot, and I still stick it hard, really."

Song Jiao sat with grandpa: "I haven't seen grandpa all day, I miss grandpa very much, especially when I was in class this morning."

"How old are you, really." Grandpa Song said so, but with a smile on his face, he reached out and took a plum from the copper tripod for him, just like coaxing a child, "Then you eat first, Grandpa is going to change clothes."

"Okay." Song Jiao took a bite of the plum, then took a breath of air-conditioning, "It's so cold."

Grandpa Song looked at him: "So what? Do you want Grandpa to rub your stomach?"

"No need, grandpa, let's change clothes." Song Jiao smiled and took another bite of the plum, "Just let Brother Shen knead it for me."

Master Xie smacked his lips and said, "Look, look at our Maomao, who is the companion?"

General Wu followed closely and said: "What's the matter? What's wrong with Maomao letting Brother Shen rub his belly? Then being a companion reader is not a servant. When you were young, you clearly spoiled yourself the most, but now you are so spoiled. You're unhappy again."

"Where am I unhappy? I am happy, happy!" Mr. Xie retorted loudly.

Fan Kai promptly reminded: "Your Majesty, keep calm at all times."

"Understood." Mr. Xie restrained his arrogance for a moment, looked at Song Jiao, "Maomao, eat more, while you eat, let Brother Shen rub your stomach."

He finally looked at Xie Chen: "Go, rub it for Mao Mao."

Thank you grandpa!You are really my dear grandfather!

Xie Chen strode forward, held Song Jiao down, and rubbed his stomach.

A few grandpas went in to change their clothes, and before leaving, Mr. Liu picked up a peach and threw it at Song Jiao, right into his arms.

"I didn't listen carefully in class today, and I still miss your grandpa. I see you every day, what grandpa do you miss?"

Song Jiao took another bite of the peach, and was about to speak when Xie Chen pressed down on her stomach.

"Ouch, itches!"

Song Jiao wanted to push him away, but couldn't, and he wanted to avoid him, but couldn't.

There was almost a head's height difference, Xie Chen was stronger than him, Song Jiao was almost completely suppressed.

"Don't make trouble, grandpa asked me to rub your stomach." Xie Chen poked the soft flesh on his stomach, a little addicted.

"I don't want it, you are itching."

The four grandpas are changing clothes inside.

General Wu said: "Tsk, what are these two children doing outside? Old Xie, tell your grandson to stop, and make Maomao cry."

Master Xie said: "Don't worry, the two children are growing closer."

"Fart, didn't the two of them have a small fight every three days, and a big fight every five days? And the relationship is enhanced? It's not bad if it doesn't destroy the relationship."

"Don't talk nonsense, these two have a good relationship recently. Mao Mao is teaching Brother Shen to study. Brother Shen has made great progress recently. I also arranged for the two of them to do a few small things together. They have a very tacit understanding. They are simply model monarchs and ministers."

General Wu gave a "cut".

The commotion outside is getting louder——

"Xie Chen, don't poke around! It's really itchy..."

"Don't move around, I'm ordering to rub your stomach."

In the end, it was Prime Minister Song who spoke: "Your Majesty, let them stop."

Master Xie shouted outside: "Brother Shen, stop, the imperial decree has been withdrawn."

But the people outside didn't seem to hear it at all, and they were still making noise. Mr. Xie wanted to shout again, but Fan Kai held him down.

"Your Majesty, don't yell, it's easy to get on top."

When the four grandpas were fully dressed and came out, Song Jiao and Xie Chen had already rolled from one side of the palace to the other.

General Wu: "The relationship is very good?"

Mr. Liu: "Special tacit understanding?"

Grandpa Song: "A model monarch and minister?"

Master Xie cleared his throat: "Stop."

The two didn't respond and were still fighting. Mr. Xie coughed twice and raised the volume slightly: "Stop!"

Fan Kai wanted to persuade him, but he held him down with a palm: "Stop!!!"

Xie Chen and Song Jiao separated, sat down obediently, and combed their hair.

"Brother Shen bullied me first."

"I'm doing what I'm told."

Mr. Xie looked up at the sky.

The Golden Palace faces east.

Xie Chen and Song Jiao, who rearranged their appearance, sat next to Mr. Xie on the left and right, with their usual expressions.

Next, the prince and concubine are on the left, and Prime Minister Song, General Wu and Mr. Liu are on the right.

This is a unique arrangement in Qi State banquets.

Then all the officials entered the hall one by one, stood still in the hall, bent down, and kowtowed in the hall amidst the shouts of the servants, and stood up, bowed their heads, and bowed again amidst the shouts of the servants.

After three times in a row, all the officials took their seats one by one.

Master Xie turned his head and glanced at Xie Chen, not knowing what he was thinking, and then announced the opening of the meeting.

He raised the wine bottle: "Grandfather Fifteen, it's a small adult, and the whole world celebrates it."

All the officials stood up and bowed again, and Song Jiao also raised the wine bottle in front of him.

"The grandson is a thousand years old, your majesty is ten thousand years old, and the Great Qi is ten thousand years old."

Baiguan drank all the wine in front of him. Song Jiao held the wine bottle, feeling a bit embarrassed, took a sip, but after thinking about it, it was still impolite, so he simply put the wine glass behind Mr. Shen's sleeves, ask Xie Chen for help.

"Brother Shen..."

Xie Chen turned to look at him, and under his gesture, he also saw the wine bottle behind his grandfather.

Xie Chen understood, and took the wine bottle, and it happened that he was going to return the gift at this time, so Xie Chen simply raised Song Jiao's wine bottle, signaled to the people below, then raised his head, and drank the wine in the bottle.

Then the banquet officially started, and the musicians and dancers entered the hall one by one. The opening was the famous song brought by the old banditzhai orchestra——

"On the Sedan Chair".

This is Mr. Xie's favorite song, even if many ministers complained about it, he would never change it.

Mr. Xie held his chopsticks, tapped the wine bottle, shook his head, and hummed along to the tune.

When the wine was hot, he suddenly saw that there was no wine bottle in front of Song Jiao. He was shocked for a moment, and said angrily: "Who dares to neglect our Maomao? Where are the cups? Where are our Maomao's cups?"

Song Jiao came to his senses, quickly held him down, and explained in a low voice: "Thank you grandpa, thank you grandpa, my cup is at brother Shen's side."

Mr. Xie turned his head to look, and it really was.

He raised his hand and patted Xie Chen on the back: "What are you doing? Bullying Mao Mao again."

Xie Shen was wronged, Song Jiao hurriedly explained: "No, Grandpa, I gave the glass to Brother Shen because I didn't want to drink."

Master Xie came back to his senses: "Really?"

"Yeah." Song Jiao took some food for him, "Grandpa seems a little drunk, let's have some food."

He stretched out his hand, touched Xie Chen's back, and expressed his apology.Xie Chen straightened his back, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

After a while, Mr. Xie was sitting alone and felt bored, so he went down to find some old friends to talk with with wine bottles and jugs.

Only Xie Chen and Song Jiao were left sitting on it. Song Jiao picked up some food, put it on a plate, pushed it in front of Xie Chen, and moved himself to Xie Chen's side.

"Brother Shen, are you angry? Don't be angry."

Xie Chen glanced at him. He wasn't angry at first, but after thinking about it, it was necessary to pretend to be angry.

So he stuck his neck and ignored Song Jiao.

Song Jiao leaned over to take a look, and saw that he seemed to be really angry, and wanted to tug on his sleeve, but at this moment, their friends all came over with wine glasses.

Muying said: "Brother Shen, happy birthday!"

Wen Zhi reminded him: "This is a formal banquet, and it should say 'Grandson Qiansui'."

Just as Muying was about to change his words, the other friends said again: "Brother Shen, brothers congratulate you."

The friends didn't listen to Wen Zhi's words at all, they stood in a team and clinked glasses with Xie Chen and Song Jiao in turn.

At the beginning, he was quite serious, and although his words were not polite, they were normal.

"Brother Shen, congratulations."

Xie Chen: "Same joy, same joy."

Song Jiao: "Thank you."

after that--

"Brother Chen, congratulations, a happy marriage for a hundred years, a happy marriage for a hundred years."

The smile on Xie Chen's face was even wider: "We are happy together."

Song Jiao looked puzzled, did they use the wrong idiom again?

after that--

"Brother Shen, give birth to a precious son early, give birth to a precious son early."

Xie Chen: "Thank you, thank you, for your kind words."

Song Jiao: Why are they getting more and more outrageous?Have you not read much in all these years?

finally--

"Brother Shen, send it to the bridal chamber, send it to the bridal chamber."

Xie Chen cleared his throat: "It's still early."

Song Jiao suddenly came to his senses and pinched Xie Chen, telling him to turn his head around.

"What are they talking about?"

Xie Chen didn't change his face: "Happy birthday to me, what can you say?"

Song Jiao looked at him suspiciously, and then distanced himself from him.

Wen Zhi was the last one to toast: "Brother Shen, make progress in your studies, grow up early, and get rid of childishness."

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi looked at each other, and they both smiled, but what Wen Zhi said won his heart.

When the friends wanted to drink, Song Jiao took a sip, and subconsciously handed it to Xie Chen's lips.

Xie Chen turned to look at him, Song Jiao called out: "Brother Shen."

With just a "Brother Shen", Xie Chen had nothing to do with him, he lowered his head, touched Song Jiao's hand, and drank all the wine.

The friends applauded and booed: "Yo yo yo, brother Shen is a good drinker."

"Alcohol is not intoxicating, and everyone is intoxicated."

——the only idiom they used correctly tonight.

They made a fuss for a while, and they drank all the drinks on the table and the drinks they brought over.

The people below are even worse, many people are originally from local bandits, and when they meet a banquet, they will naturally drink Dadan. How can there be any reason for restraint?

The cheeks of a group of teenagers were flushed, and they staggered back to their seats.

Xie Shen was even worse, besides drinking his own share, he also had to drink Song Jiao's share.

At the end of the day, Song Jiao wouldn't let him drink his share, but Xie Chen insisted on being brave, saying that he could drink very well, so he went over and drank it.

Probably, I drank dozens of cups.

Xie Chen's face was not red, but his ears were red enough to bleed, and his eyes were misty. He hugged Song Jiao, hugged him closely, and wanted to act like a baby.

Song Jiao turned to Fan Kai: "Go and get a bowl of hangover soup, the banquet may be a long time away..."

Song Jiao didn't hear Fan Kai's answer, only heard Xie Chen shout in his ear: "Wife."

Song Jiao was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him, seeing that his eyes were still closed, and he looked drunk, and didn't want to argue with him.

When he turned to Fan Kai again, Fan Kai was looking at him with a complicated expression.

Oops.Song Jiao felt bad and wanted to explain: "Brother Shen is drunk."

Fan Kai nodded: "Yes, I saw it too."

Fan Kai's expression didn't seem sincere, and seemed a little perfunctory.

Song Jiao was thinking about how to explain it well, but before he could speak, Xie Chen pressed his face, asking him to turn around and look at him.

"Honey! Look at me!"

Song Jiao quickly covered his mouth: "Shut up."

Several grandpas over there looked over and asked him what was wrong with expressions.

Fan Kai also asked: "Your Highness, do you want hangover soup?"

"No... no need." Song Jiao thought for a while, and he didn't care how long the banquet was going to be at this time, "I'll take him back to rest, you tell grandpa, brother Shen is drunk."

"Yes."

"Tell grandpa, I will take care of brother Shen, grandpa don't have to worry, and don't have to come over to see."

Don't come here, Xie Chen is not very stable now, if he bumps into Xie Chen and calls him "wife", he is afraid that his grandpa will stab someone with a knife.

Xie Shen was a little depressed.

With the help of several attendants, Song Jiao supported him and took him to the apse first.

Throwing him on the bed, Song Jiao didn't dare to let others come, so he could only climb onto the bed, loosen his collar, and untie his tied hair.

He turned his head and told his attendants: "Let the sedan chair come over, and bring a bowl of hangover soup."

The attendants soon went down to do their own work, and the others in the apse were far away, so they should not be able to hear Xie Chen's drunken ravings, so Song Jiao heaved a sigh of relief.

He was sitting next to Xie Chen, Xie Chen was lying on his back in a shapeless manner, very drunk, the blush from the base of his ears had already spread to his cheeks.

Different from the appearance of a little idiot when he was a child, Xie Chen had thin eyebrows and thin lips, and he was born with a very heroic spirit, even more so as he grew older.

Song Jiao just looked at him like this, a strange feeling occupied all his thoughts at this moment.

Song Jiao stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xie Chen's left eyebrow - it was a broken sword.

But before his fingertips touched anything, Xie Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

Song Jiao was caught straight, his hand stopped in mid-air, and he forgot to draw it back.

Xie Chen also looked at him, then snorted, and fell back again.

Another feeling of restlessness quickly replaced the indescribable strange feeling.Song Jiao thought for a while, then took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, shook it off, and covered Xie Chen's face.

It's out of sight now.

But it didn't take long for Xie Chen to "woooooo" under the ground with aggrievedness.

Song Jiao hurriedly removed the handkerchief: "What's wrong?"

Xie Chen felt aggrieved like a child who just passed his 15th birthday: "My wife doesn't look at me..."

Song Jiao hurriedly covered his mouth again, looked around, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense."

Xie Chen lowered his eyes, changed from a big wolf to a big dog, and continued to "woo woo woo".

Song Jiao let go of his hand: "What's wrong?"

Xie Chen complained aggrievedly: "My wife doesn't love me!"

"You..." Song Jiao didn't know what to say, he thought for a while and asked, "Who is your wife?"

Xie Chen replied, "Mamao."

Song Jiao pursed the corners of her lips: "You are talking nonsense, you didn't tell him."

Xie Chen said confidently: "I said it myself, it's fine."

"Can't!"

"That's fine." Xie Chen continued to be confident, "The one who grew up together is my wife."

"No, then I can also call you wife, and I grew up with you too."

To Song Jiao's surprise, Xie Chen didn't object. Instead, he stretched out his hand towards Song Jiao and readily accepted it: "It's also possible! You can call me 'wife'! Hurry up!"

On the contrary, Song Jiao was blushed by him, and then suddenly realized, why did he argue with a drunk?

So Song Jiao said, "You don't even know what a wife is."

"I know." Xie Chen's expression suddenly became extremely serious, he took Song Jiao's hand, and pressed his hand to his chest, "I know, every time I see my wife..."

At this moment, the attendant called out: "Your Highness Song Jiao, the sedan chair is ready."

He interrupted Xie Chen, Song Jiao withdrew his hand, Xie Zhong closed his eyes again, with an irritable expression on his face.

Song Jiao glanced back: "Okay, then I'll take Xie Shen back first."

"Yes."

Song Jiao and a few attendants wanted to help Xie Chen up from the couch, but Xie Chen suddenly started drinking like crazy again.

"No, I want to stay with my wife."

Song Jiao was afraid that the attendants would hear him, so he pushed them back three steps away.

Xie Chen hugged her and refused to let go, saying "wife" inside and outside.

Finally Song Jiao grabbed his ear and whispered in his ear: "Your wife will go back with you."