The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao didn't know when Xie Chen came, and he didn't know where the group of friends who raised his price came from.

He turned his head to look at Xie Chen, Xie Chen was behind him, he didn't know when he came, how long he had been watching him from behind.

Xie Chen was still holding his hand, and because he was taller than him, he almost embraced him in his arms.

The people in front were still helping Song Jiao increase the price, Song Jiao was a little at a loss, Xie Chen shook his hand to bring him back to his senses.

"Concentrate, wait until they finish adding, if the other side still fights with you, we will continue to add."

Song Jiao's eyes widened: "But..."

Xie Chen said: "Grandpa asked me to bring money for several carriages, I have money."

"...Yes." Song Jiao nodded in a daze.

The bottom price keeps increasing, and it has been raised to 4000 taels, and it will soon break through the [-] mark, making it the most expensive book collection tonight.

But at this time, Song Jiao looked up, but saw that the young man in blue who was sitting opposite him was gone.

He left, and the second waiter on the stage also shouted to stop: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, something happened to the auction process. According to the rules, everyone in my building is not allowed to participate in the bidding. Mr. Chu is the young master of our family. You forgot the rules, you were a fool, and now we have pulled you down urgently. All the bids just now are invalidated, and we will start again from the 100 taels that Young Master Song called for the first time."

This time that Mr. Chu was not around, no one raised the price with Song Jiao again.

Very smoothly, this collection of books was bought by Song Jiao at a price of 100 taels.

Achieved the lowest price in the building tonight.

It wasn't until Xiao Er made the final decision, and everyone cheered and cheered, that the stone that Song Jiao had been hanging in his heart fell to the ground. He let out a long sigh of relief, got up and went to the stage to get the book that belonged to Grandpa.

Originally, he planned to bow to those who helped him, but in a moment of complacency, he almost slipped the book in his hand.

Xiao Er quickly helped him catch the scroll, and he took the scroll again and turned a page.

Song Jiao's eyes were shining brightly, pointing to a corner of the page, said: "Here is the little rabbit I drew when I was a child, this stroke was made up by my grandfather."

The people in the audience are all here for other books, older than him, and the elderly are about the same age as his grandfather, with a lot of beards.

Everyone just laughed and said nothing, Song Jiao bowed deeply to them.

This was the last collection of books tonight, they accepted Song Jiao's salute calmly, and then got up to leave.

As if what they were doing was just the most common thing.

Song Jiao raised his head, smiled at his friends sitting upstairs, and then followed Xiao Er to pay the money.

"This is the 100 taels of Young Master Song. Once you clear it up, this book will belong to you. You can take it. In a few days, we will still have Prime Minister Song's collection of books here. Please visit us."

"Okay." Song Jiao took out the blue cloth he brought, wrapped the scroll well, thought for a while, and asked Xiaoer, "That Mr. Chu just now is really your young master?"

"Isn't that right? He was stupid just now, so he followed suit, don't worry about it, young master."

Also, otherwise, how could he sit opposite Song Jiao?

You know, Song Jiao was sitting directly opposite the stage, and that Mr. Chu was sitting opposite him, that is, he was sitting behind the stage, and he couldn't see anything over there.

Song Jiao shook his head and said with a smile, "No."

"Then I'll send the young master off."

"Okay, thank you."

Song Jiao hugged the scroll and followed him out.

His friends were waiting for him outside the building. Xie Chen was followed by several carriages, probably cash trucks.

Song Jiao walked out the door, jumped down the steps, and gave them high fives one by one with a silly smile: "Yeah, a good start."

Finally arrived at Xie Chen, Song Jiao stood still in front of Xie Chen, raised his eyes to look at him, did not give him a high five, but said very embarrassedly: "Thank you, brother Shen..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Chen raised his hand and hugged him.

When no one else could see clearly, he let him go again.

Xie Chen asked: "Are you going back to the palace tonight? Or go home?"

Song Jiao smiled: "Brother Shen, I want to go home."

Shock!When the grandson of the court throws a lot of money, it is difficult to invite the young master Song to spend a good night together!

Xie Chen knew it, he pressed the corner of his lips: "Okay, I'll take you back."

Liu Yi also came in a carriage, and he said: "Then trouble Your Highness to send Mao Mao back, and I will send Zhi Duoxing."

So Song Jiao waved to his friends, said goodbye, and followed Xie Chen into the carriage.

Four or five cash transport vehicles returned to the palace first, while Xie Chen sent Song Jiao home.

Xiao Er sent all the guests in front of the door away before returning to the building.

It was the same Mr. Chu just now, sitting on the table in the lobby, surrounded by a group of people who were fiddling with their abacus to calculate the profit for tonight.

Results will come soon.

"My lord, today in the building, including the tea money, the total income is 150 six taels."

Chu Heng nodded: "Very good, how much have you earned as of today?"

"I earned... six taels."

Chu Heng looked shocked: "Huh? That's all? It's still a thousand times worse than the 6000 taels my father set."

The accountant explained tremblingly: "Master, our building...it needs to be renovated, and the tables, chairs and benches here only cost a few thousand taels. You still owe the master for the thousands of taels, and the travel expenses when you come here. There are also tea and snacks, and...it will be the end of the month soon, and we will be paid wages soon."

"Ah! Can't you guys tighten your belts a little bit? It's a difficult time now. After this period, this building will be able to make money soon."

"Young master, this is not necessarily the case."

"What's the matter? Isn't it good tonight?"

"We put all our treasures on Prime Minister Song's book collection, thinking that one book could buy tens of thousands of taels, but the group of literati from Qi State, if they are united like this every time..." Mr. Accountant whispered , "We are not united at all. At first we thought that the young master raised the price to make money for our building, but the young master sold us in a blink of an eye, and even sold the book for 100 taels. If every book They only sell for 100 taels, what do we earn?"

"Earn..." Chu Heng choked, "Then the rules I set cannot be broken. I originally wanted to see if they were so united and if they didn't even want that book. When they see that they can fight for the price, they will follow suit, who knows that they will not fight.”

He pursed the corners of his lips: "That young master Song is not bad, and the literati in Qi State are also good-looking, so let's take it as a gift for them."

The accountant could only suggest in a low voice: "Young master, if you really can't earn 6000 taels, you should admit defeat with the master. You should hurry up and go back to take the scientific examination. There is still time."

"I won't." Chu Heng said loudly, "I won't take part in the scientific examination. The books are all sold out. I can't take part. If I want to take part, let my dad do it by himself. You prepare, and the auction will continue in five days, 6000 taels I'm sure I can earn it."

In the carriage, Song Jiao hugged the book she just got, looked left and right, couldn't put it down.

Although it has experienced more than ten years of wind and frost, the previous owner should have cherished it and kept it properly. Apart from the slight yellowing of the pages, there are no other problems.

This is still Song Jiao's enlightenment book, a small one.

He pointed out the pictures in the book to Xie Chen: "Look, this is what I drew when I was young."

Xie Chen leaned on the soft pillow and glanced at it: "It's so ugly."

Song Jiao picked up the book and wanted to hit him, but after thinking about it, she still couldn't bear it.

He turned the pages of the book again, and suddenly found that a page was missing. He frowned and thought for a while before remembering.

This page was torn off by him and folded into north, south, east and west.

Grandpa was very angry at that time, and this was the first time he was slapped on the palm by grandpa.

Song Jiao smiled, then closed the book, opened the curtain and saw that it was time to get home, so she wrapped the book again in cloth and handed it to Xie Chen: "Brother Shen, please keep it for me first, I want to buy more later. Give two copies to Grandpa."

Xie Chen took the book: "Yes."

"You have to keep it safe."

"understood."

The carriage stopped soon, and the attendant reminded him outside, Song Jiao responded and was about to get off the carriage.

Before leaving, he turned his head and said to Xie Chen: "Thank you, Brother Shen."

Xie Chen pretended to be impatient: "Understood, don't keep talking, why don't you hurry in?"

Song Jiao thought for a while, then turned around suddenly, took a step forward, pressed Xie Chen's face with both hands, leaned over and touched his cheek.

Just like when I was a kid.

After this action, Xie Chen, who has always reacted quickly, hadn't reacted yet, Song Jiao let go of him and fled, jumped off the carriage, nimbly like a hare, and disappeared into the gate of the Song Mansion.

The attendant asked outside the carriage, "Your Highness, shall we set off?"

After asking several times, there was no answer from Xie Chen from the carriage.

He was leaning on the soft pillow, gently touched Song Jiao's face with one hand, not daring to touch it too much, as if he was afraid of losing something.

He didn't wash his face when he went back, really.

Xie Chen felt that his whole body was steaming, the carriage was full of his steam, he was about to be roasted by himself.

But at this time, after Song Jiao closed the door of the house, he did not enter, but leaned behind the door, covering the other half of his face with one hand, and his heart with the other.

A young couple who can roast themselves.

He didn't know how he made such a move, he just... finally got the book of grandpa, he was so happy, he was overjoyed for a while, and Xie Chen happened to be right next to him, so he leaned over and posted it with Xie Chen .

He didn't mean to, he just...

He knew he was wrong, and he dared not do it again, really.

But it's true this time too.

Song Jiao was so happy that he wanted to fly, jumped over the corridor, climbed over the railing of the corridor, he walked directly through the blooming flowers in the yard, and the fragrant pollen scattered all over the sky and all over his body.

When Song Jiao returned to the room, the system was startled by him.

"I'm going, Maomao, what's the matter with you? Are you okay? Did you not buy the book? It's okay, don't be sad..."

Song Jiao trotted forward and picked up the system, but it was a pity that the system was too heavy for Song Jiao to lift up, so he could only lift his two front paws off the ground.

The system comforted him: "Oh, it's okay, it's okay, my poor..."

Song Jiao hugged him and turned around in a circle: "I bought it, everything, I bought it!"

The system was startled, and also shouted in surprise: "You bought it!"

"Yeah! I did it!"

"Mamao, you are too powerful!"

One person, one dog with a different channel started to celebrate.

Late at night, in the Xiaodong Palace, Xie Chen was leaning on the couch alone, with the book Song Jiao entrusted to him for safekeeping tonight lying beside his pillow.

He touched half of his face, then smiled unconsciously.

Not long after, he suddenly thought of something, got up and went to a box, opened the box, and rummaged through it.

The box is full of gadgets, all kinds of children's toys.

Xie Chen rummaged for a while, then took out another small box from the box, and another small box inside the small box.

Xie Chen took out a yellowed paper toy from a small box. Although the paper was yellowed, the pictures and words on it were still very clear.

Who does Song Jiao like?

Who does Song Jiao like?

He asked about south, east, north and west like this, and then gave the road, east, ten times.

Just like when he was a child, Xie Chen still had great trust in this toy.

Who does Song Jiao like?

While turning, Xie Chen silently recited the answer in his heart, he likes me, he likes Xie Chen.

Seeing his name spinning around, Xie Chen was sweating nervously on the tip of his nose. When his name finally settled down, Xie Chen couldn't help shouting.

What the southeast and northwest said must be true!

Maomao also especially believes in the southeast and northwest!