The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

"Get into the carriage now!"

Song Jiao didn't dare to ask others to help, for fear that others would hear what Xie Chen said, so he could only keep the attendants away, and dragged the drunk Xie Chen by himself, trying to load him into the carriage.

Xie Chen refused, and lowered his head to straighten the collar and sleeves that Song Jiao helped him untie to let him breathe.

Song Jiao was very surprised: "What are you doing?"

Xie Chen lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Be virtuous, dress neatly when you go out, and don't show it to anyone other than your wife."

Song Jiao's almond eyes rounded in shock: "Huh?"

Xie Chen sat on the couch, tidied himself up before looking up at him, very well-behaved, like a tamed wild wolf, waiting for someone to touch the fur on the back of his neck.

It's a pity that Song Jiao has never raised a wolf, and he doesn't know how to pet him at this time. Before he gave any sweetness, he tried to give instructions: "Now, can we get in the carriage?"

Xie Chen still refused, and hugged him firmly with open arms: "No, I will not separate from my wife."

Song Jiao was hugged by him like this, and he couldn't move a step.

The two were deadlocked for a while, Song Jiao looked back and saw that the attendants were waiting outside the door, but they just lowered their heads and didn't dare to look. He whispered: "Your wife will go back with you, okay?"

Xie Chen blinked his eyes and looked at him in a daze, as if he didn't understand much.

Song Jiao paused for a moment, then raised the volume slightly: "I order you as your wife, now get into the carriage with me!"

Xie Chen, who eats soft and hard, nods his head obediently anyway: "Okay."

Song Jiao wanted to put him on, but Xie Chen took half a step back: "My wife goes first."

It is worthy of you, a model of male virtue.

Song Jiao looked back at him, and then got into the carriage.After he went up, Xie Chen jumped up in two or three steps.

The two of them nestled in the carriage, Xie Shen nestled in Song Jiao's arms.

Such a big one really made Song Jiao a little unbearable, and he couldn't hold it at all.

The attendant asked outside: "Your Highness, are we leaving?"

"Okay." Song Jiao was so hugged that he couldn't breathe, "Go back to Xiaodong Palace." He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, send someone to tell my grandfather that I will stay in the palace tonight."

"Yes."

As soon as the words fell, the carriage started to move, and the wheels of the carriage rolled over the brick floor on the palace road, making a rattling sound.

Song Jiao didn't have the strength to resist at all, and finally gave up resisting, like a salted fish that had lost hope, being held in Xie Chen's arms.

After a while, Xie Chen seemed to fall asleep, and finally subsided.

Song Jiao looked down at Xie Chen, pinched his eyebrows, then pinched his face, and finally pinched his mouth, just like Xie Chen pinched him when he was a child, pinching his mouth into a flat duck mouth.

"Let you talk nonsense again."

Unexpectedly, Xie Chen didn't fall asleep at all, he pursed his mouth, and said "woo hoo" twice, seeing that he was wronged and about to make trouble, Song Jiao quickly let go of his hand to coax him: "Wrong, wrong, I was wrong."

Xie Chen corrected him aggrievedly: "Don't talk nonsense, my wife can do no wrong."

Song Jiao:? ! ! !

He was stunned, so what has Xie Chen learned in private all these years?How could he do this?

Even better than myself when I was a child, the system keeps saying that he is full of coquettish index, and the person who is full of coquettish index is obviously someone else.

In the next second, Xie Chen came up to him: "It hurts, I want my wife to cry."

Song Jiao hid back, at a loss what to do, pinched his mouth again: "No call."

Xie Chen was really wronged!He is going to make a fuss!

But the next moment, the carriage stopped.

The attendant announced outside: "Your Highness, we have arrived."

"it is good."

Song Jiao held Xie Chen's head with both hands, and pushed hard, but couldn't push it away: "Get out of the carriage."

Xie Chen was extremely stubborn: "No."

Have to think of another way.

Just going back to Xiaodong Palace, why is it so difficult?Song Jiao secretly made up her mind that the next time she would let herself be drunk to death, and not let Xie Chen drink anymore.

Song Jiao rolled his eyes and asked, "Who is the wife now?"

Xie Chen replied, "Mamao."

"Then who wants to listen to my wife?"

"I."

"Who?"

"Brother Shen."

Song Jiao raised her chin: "Let's go, your wife, I'll let you get off the carriage."

Xie Chen looked at him: "Then my wife will go back with me."

"Ah."

Xie Chen turned the offensive: "My wife sleeps with me at night."

"……Um."

"I want my wife to give me a whir."

"...No, what you want is not to be serious."

Xie Chen's voice became softer: "It's serious..."

Song Jiao helped him up: "We'll talk when we go back."

The two returned to Xiaodong Palace, Song Jiao sent Xie Chen back to the room and put him on the couch.

Just as he was about to undress him, seeing Xie Chen clutching his collar again, Song Jiao reacted and told the attendants to put down their things and go out.

He is guarding male virtue.

Song Jiao really didn't know, since they stayed together every day, where did Xie Chen learn these messy things.

After all the attendants left, Song Jiao stretched out his hand to pull him: "Everyone is gone, come and take off your clothes."

Xie Chen withdrew his hand covering his collar: "Here we come."

The dress was complicated, Song Jiao lowered his head to untie his belt, looked up, met his eyes, reached out and brought him the hangover soup: "Drink some."

Xie Chen took it with both hands, took a sip, frowned and said, "It's hard to drink."

"Drink a little." Song Jiao saw that he was really uncomfortable, thought about it, and said, "Forget it, if you don't like drinking, don't drink it."

After a while he went to the system to get some medicine.

"Thank Wife!"

"Don't be so loud, you will be heard by others..."

Before Song Jiao could finish talking, someone else came in——

"Mamao, what's the matter? Why did you go directly to Xie Chen's room?"

The big yellow dog was looking out the wide open window, stretched, and was just about to jump in.

Song Jiao was stunned, looked at the system, then at Xie Chen, once Xie Chen opened his mouth, he knew what he was going to shout.

Song Jiao hurriedly covered his mouth, and then said to the system: "Brother Shen is drunk, I will send him back."

The system wants to jump in, but it fails, and the big yellow dog seems to be unable to jump.

"Oh, isn't this sent back? Aren't you coming back to sleep?"

"I..." Song Jiao was a little embarrassed, "Because I gave him the drink, it's not good to put him here like this."

"Oh, when will you be back?"

"Wait a minute." Song Jiao said, "By the way, Tongtong, can you give me a hangover medicine? Brother Chen doesn't drink soup."

Song Jiao let go of Xie Chen, but Xie Chen refused to let him go.

Song Jiao could only drag Xie Chen to the window to get the medicine.

The big yellow dog looked at them suspiciously: "What is he doing?"

"He's drunk and crazy."

Song Jiao took the capsule, stuffed one for Xie Chen, and said to him, "Swallow it."

Xie Chen's Adam's apple moved up and down, Song Jiao looked at him: "Have you eaten?"

Xie Chen nodded, and Song Jiao said again: "Open your mouth and let me see."

Xie Chen opened his mouth, but Song Jiao quickly covered his face and turned his head away: "It stinks! No drinking from now on!"

The system is standing outside the window: "So when are you coming back?"

"I'll go back after Brother Shen settles down."

"No overnight stays outside."

"Ah?" Song Jiao was puzzled, "Is this also outside?"

"No way, hurry up, I'll wait for you here."

"No...don't do it, everything." The system heard Xie Chen call him "wife", maybe he would be taken back to the control center immediately.

Not so good.

But the system is firm: "Hurry up."

Song Jiao said weakly: "I will temporarily block you if you do this."

system:? ? ?

"Mamao, you..." The system looked like a wounded old father, my son was rebellious and broke my heart.

Song Jiao clasped his hands together, bowed to him, and begged: "I'm sorry, Tongtong, you go back first, I'll go back right away, really."

"Wow woof woof woof woof woof!"

He was so angry that he even burst out his mother tongue.

The big yellow dog barked for a while, then turned around and walked slowly back to the opposite room.

- Don't let waiting become the norm.

——Caring for the lonely system.

Song Jiao watched the big yellow dog squeeze in from the opposite door, then looked away, and turned to look at Xie Chen who was already hanging on his body.

"What are you doing?"

"Stick with your wife."

Song Jiao bulged her cheeks: "Do you feel better now?"

"Well, it's good to stick with my wife."

He asked obviously if he was better after taking the medicine.

Forget it, Song Jiao dragged him back to the couch and continued to undress him.

Song Jiao helped him undress, and didn't dare to let him take a bath, fearing that he would drown himself, so she wiped his face and hands, then went to the suitcase to get two coats for him: "Change yourself."

Xie Chen pulled the belt on his body, and then his fingers were entangled.

Song Jiao and him looked at each other.

How could this be?

Xie Chen looked up, looking for help.

Song Jiao closed his eyes, took off his clothes, and put on clean ones for him.

She was a little flustered and even put it on backwards once, but in the end Song Jiao put Xie Shen on the bed safely and covered her with the quilt.

"Sleep." Song Jiao paused, looking into his eyes, "Your wife, I order you to sleep now."

"Yes." Xie Chen covered the quilt with his hands, like a little wolf lying on his back with his belly exposed.

Song Jiao nodded in satisfaction, then stood up and prepared to leave.

Xie Chen grabbed his sleeves: "Sleep together, I was promised in the carriage."

He did remember clearly.

Song Jiao nodded: "Understood, I'm going to wash up, you wait - your wife, I order you to wait here."

"...Yes." Not as straightforward as before, a little reluctant.

Song Jiao patted his chest, then turned and left.

Song Jiao first ran back to appease the system, hugged and coaxed him until he was happy, and then relieved, then took two clean clothes to wash.

In summer, the weather is hot, and he refuses to get up after soaking in the bathtub.

It was not until the water temperature became cold that I had to come out of it.

Song Jiao just put on his clothes, and when he turned around, he saw a person lying on his stomach behind the glazed screen.

Xie Chen tried to catch his attention with mouth movements: "Old-poo-old-poo-"

Song Jiao quickly rolled up his collar, tapped and dragged his wooden clogs, and walked to the screen: "When did you come here?"

Xie Chen closed his eyes: "I watched it when my wife was five years old. At that time, my wife played with ducklings and sang in the bath."

Song Jiao patted him: "Don't tell me, I asked when you came here?"

"just."

"to be frank."

"It's been a while."

"I say, tell the truth."

"It's very early."

Song Jiao led him back to the room, obviously it wouldn't be like this usually, even if he drank in the past, it wouldn't be like this, what happened today?

He pushed Xie Chen back onto the bed and covered him with a quilt.

"Honey, it's hot."

"Oh." Song Jiao moved the quilt away and fell on the bed, "Go to sleep quickly, you've been tossing so much, I'm so sleepy."

Xie Chen turned over and hugged him, Song Jiao twisted twice: "Didn't you say it's hot?"

"It's not hot anymore." Xie Chen raised the corners of his lips, showing a "peaceful sleep" smile, "I wanted to steal butter today, but my wife found out."

"What?" Song Jiao remembered, "Oh, it's that snow cake. At that time, I asked you if you want another piece, but you don't want it. I'll make it for you next time."

"it is good."

Song Jiao adjusted his posture, but suddenly he couldn't fall asleep again, he pressed against Xie Chen's chest, Xie Chen's heart was beating wildly, like a wild wolf locked up there, he scratched the door and shook the railing hard.

Song Jiao pulled a little distance away from him, and looked up at him: "Why do you keep calling me 'wife'?"

"Just call, just call."

Song Jiao blinked: "So you usually call it that in your heart?"

Xie Chen covered his heart: "Because I yelled too loudly, my wife accidentally overheard me."

"No, you often yelled out unconsciously, and I pretended not to hear."

Xie Chen covered his mouth again, bad, it all leaked.

Xie Chen asked again: "Why pretend?"

"Because... I feel very embarrassed." Song Jiao tilted his head and buried half of his face in the pillow, his voice was too low to hear, "I'm afraid we can't even be friends with you, so what should I do?"

The two of them didn't speak any more, and Song Jiao narrowed his eyes for an unknown amount of time, and was about to go to sleep when he suddenly asked one last question.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, Mamao."

Song Jiao fell asleep in the next second. He was so sleepy that he didn't notice. The last few words Xie Chen said were very orderly. The last time he called him, it wasn't a drunken "wife" ", but the very common "mao mao" that has been used for more than ten years.

Xie Chen hugged him, and fell into a sweet dream the next moment.

In the early morning of the next day, Xie Chen was the one who woke up first.

He was still hugging Song Jiao, but the two of them switched positions, and they didn't know how they did it, but they slept crookedly anyway.

Song Jiao was sleeping on all fours, with his feet spread apart, his hands raised above his head, spread out to both sides, sleeping soundly, his mouth was slightly open, as if he was smiling.

Xie Chen didn't know whether he was smiling or not. Anyway, Xie Chen smiled and put his finger into his mouth.

Song Jiao: Click!

Xie Shen: Oh——

Xie Chen withdrew his hand and turned his head to look again. Song Jiao was indeed smiling.

He yelled: "Mao Mao."

Song Jiao continued to pretend to be asleep, unmoved.

Xie Chen said: "You are laughing."

Song Jiao didn't answer.

"I see, you are snickering."

Song Jiao pursed the corners of her lips, but still closed her eyes: "Me?"

"Yes." Xie Chen lowered his head and saw the hem of his jacket lifted up by his raised hand. When he saw something, he felt curious, so he stretched out his thumb and pressed it.

Song Jiao almost jumped up from the couch: "What are you doing?"

Xie Shen said solemnly: "Maomao, you have a hole in your waist."

When Song Jiao played it, the other side was exposed again, Xie Chen said in shock: "There is also the other side."

Song Jiao put down his hands, pulled the hem of the clothes, covered them, and complained: "You dug it when you were young, and it has gotten deeper and deeper in recent years."

"I haven't dug."

"Yes, you hugged me to sleep every day when you were a child, and your fingers kept moving, and it became like this."

"There is no one else but you."

A cauldron fell from the sky, Xie Shen couldn't argue with it.

Song Jiao pushed him: "Wake up and go wash and eat. You tossed the dead last night and kept being 'wife wife'. Today it's your turn to serve me..."

It seems that two not-so-good words drifted past.

Song Jiao didn't continue talking, the two looked at each other, trying to see each other's mind through each other's eyes.

The two of them spoke again at the same time.

"I……"

"Mao Mao..."

Xie Chen sat up from the bed: "I'll bring you water to wash your face and serve you."

Song Jiao grabbed the quilt and covered himself up, his face burned badly.

There is no class today, Xie Chen changed his clothes, washed up, and came back with the wash water.

He lifted the quilt and dug Song Jiao out of the bed: "Get up and wash up, grandpa just sent Fan Kai here."

Song Jiao almost fell asleep again, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "What did Grandpa say?"

"Ask me if I'm okay, and I say I'm fine."

"Ah."

"Then Fan Kai said, if you have nothing to do, don't stop studying, the exam is coming soon. Let you teach me how to read."

"Oh, well, let's start studying later."

Xie Chen handed the tea for gargling to Song Jiao's hand, but he didn't answer it, just opened his mouth: "Ah——"

Xie Chen gave him a gulp, just like Song Jiao fed him sober medicine yesterday.

Song Jiao brushed her teeth and washed her face, and then she felt more awake, then followed Xie Chen out for breakfast.

The two sat on the small couch facing each other, eating slowly.

Song Jiao asked casually, "Do you have a headache?"

"No." Xie Chen picked up a shrimp dumpling for him, "There are only a few fresh fish from the south."

"Thank you."

The two of them stopped talking again, until someone outside came in to announce: "The birthday gift sent by Mrs. Huijing to His Highness has arrived."

Xie Chen put down the bowl and chopsticks, and replied, "Bring it in."

The attendants waved to the outside of the hall, and several attendants came in carrying a few boxes.

Song Jiao asked in surprise, "So many?"

"Mrs. Huijing said that she has just settled in Yunzhou, and many things have not been settled yet. I will send these things first this year. Your Highnesses should not be angry."

Of course not angry.

Song Jiao jumped off the couch and opened a box.

Here are many prey furs, which can be used as clothes in winter.

In the other boxes, there are various kinds of mountain tonics, various kinds of jerky, and several altars of fine wine.

Song Jiao took a piece of jerky, crunched it and bit it: "Auntie has so many things, I want to go there to accompany her."

Knowing that Aunt Huijing was doing well, they were relieved.

The two asked the attendants to treat the person who came to deliver the things well, and wrote a letter to the second lady, and asked the person to take it back.

Song Jiao bit the fifth piece of jerky, stuffed the letter into the envelope, and handed it to the visitor.

After finishing these things, the two of them are finally going to start reading.

Song Jiao took out Xie Chen's old book—the "old" book that was crumpled under his head when he lay on the table to sleep.

"Come learn this today."

Xie Chen sat closer: "Yes."

At noon, Master Xie specially sent them a bunch of food to ensure the smooth progress of the logistics work.

After lunch, the two of them took a nap and resumed their studies.

The next morning, all my friends came to Lantai early by coincidence.

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi were reading a book, and Song Jiao occasionally said some irrelevant gossip, which was disgusted by Wen Zhi.Muying was sleeping on the side, snoring like thunder, which couldn't be shaken.

Xie Chen didn't sit in his own seat, he sat in the last row of a friend's seat with his feet crossed, and his friends surrounded him.

"Isn't it? Brother Shen, on your birthday, you didn't do anything to Mao Mao? Just drinking?"

Xie Chen propped his head with one hand, rubbed between his brows: "Yes."

"What a great atmosphere that day. Later, His Majesty set off fireworks for you. If you had told Mao Mao while setting off the fireworks, it might have been done by now."

Xie Chen said: "I fell asleep when the fireworks were set off, and I have already set off the fireworks for Mao Mao."

"That's Brother Shen, you are cowardly."

Xie Chen lowered his hands, pinched the bridge of his nose, and rarely got angry or denied: "Yes."

Yes, what a great opportunity it was.

While he was drunk, he called "wife" dozens of times and hundreds of times, and Mao Mao didn't deny it.

As a result, he just... couldn't speak.

Mingming shouted very happily in his heart, and there was no obstacle in calling "wife", but it was really difficult for Xie Chen, who had always done whatever he wanted, to say "like" frankly.

The friends asked again: "Then what are you going to do now, brother Shen?"

"Anyway, I have booked my wife, she is my wife."

"Oh, Brother Shen, how can I have an appointment for my wife? You are so careful that your wife will be snatched away by others."

Friends challenged him: "Do you think Zhi Duoxing looks like he wants to steal your wife?"

"I've already left the low-level crush stage where everyone looks like a rival in love. You are too far behind." Xie Chen turned his head and looked in front of him, then stood up suddenly.

He gritted his teeth: "Like, it's too similar."

Xie Chen strode forward, picked up the book in front of Song Jiao, and hooked him away.

back to their place.

Not long after, Mr. Liu came.

It was another unremarkable day, and Mr. Liu was reading drowsy articles as usual, throwing a broken pen in front of them to bring them back to their senses.

Xie Shenbai flipped through the book boredly, and felt that it was not as interesting as what Song Jiao told him yesterday.

He turned to look at Song Jiao, Song Jiao probably didn't sleep well yesterday, and got up early today, propping his head on one hand, looking drowsy, and closed his eyes unconsciously.

The morning sun shone in from the window and fell on Song Jiao's hair and shoulders, making it warm.

Xie Chen stretched out his hand and poked him, but instead of waking him up, he attracted Mr. Liu's attention.

Mr. Liu said: "Find someone to say this."

His gaze swept across the audience, and before he could stop on Song Jiao, Xie Chen supported the table and stood up resolutely: "I'll do it."

Mr. Liu choked, and the friends who were also drowsy woke up instantly, whistling and booing: "Yo yo! Brother Shen, save the beauty!"

Xie Chen lowered the curtain by the window to help Song Jiao block the sunlight.

Childhood sweetheart, too young to pick off the fruit from the branches.

Even Xie Chen, who has always been presumptuous and bold, didn't dare. None of them could muster up the courage. "I love you" a hundred times.

I heard it deafeningly, and my heart echoed, but I didn't dare to ask the other party, did you hear it.