The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao was covered in pollen and hugged the system, causing the system to sneeze several times.

System: "I call this a shock from the tiger's body."

The big yellow dog withdrew its two front paws from Song Jiao's shoulders, and shook its body vigorously.

"Where did you come back from? Why is your body full of fragrance?"

Song Jiao sniffed his sleeves, and smiled embarrassedly: "Take a shortcut and turn over directly from the railing, it smells a little sweet."

The system was still a little worried, and warned: "You can't go to those messy places."

"I don't, really." Song Jiao still had a smile in his eyes, which was too thick to melt. He patted his clothes, and then deliberately shook his sleeves in front of the system.

The system retreated in disgust: "Don't come here."

Song Jiao got carried away with complacency and got worse, dangling back and forth in front of him.The system ran around the room just to avoid him.

"Don't come here!"

The room was full of fragrance, Song Jiao smiled happily, her eyes were bent into two crescents.

After arguing for a long time, Song Jiao calmed down and ran to wash up.

His energy today is exceptionally strong, and even the system is a little confused.

"Can't you usually lie down and never sit? Why are you so excited today?"

Song Jiao came back after washing, wiped her hair, sat down on the couch, then picked up the system and asked him to sit together.

The system looked at the smile that hadn't dissipated on his face, and became even more puzzled: "You're a little too excited today, what's going on?"

Song Jiao just smiled and said nothing, the system has already dug out the "Maomao Growth Manual", and began to analyze what kind of situation he is in.

Soon, he came to a conclusion.

"Mamao, have you fallen in love early?"

Song Jiao smiled and said, "No, I don't have puppy love."

The system looked into his eyes and thought, with your appearance, if I believe it, I am not an artificial intelligence.

"Why laugh without you?"

"Me?" Song Jiao asked with a smile, "Am I laughing?"

"Yeah, you're laughing."

"Anyway, I don't have puppy love." After Song Jiao finished speaking, she threw the towel to wipe her hair aside, and fell on the bed.

He grabbed the quilt and wrapped himself up completely.

Of course there is no puppy love, he just posted with Xie Chen, he hasn't said anything to Xie Chen, and Xie Chen hasn't confessed to him yet, and there is no definite relationship.

It's not a puppy love, at most it's a confirmed secret love relationship.

Song Jiao wrapped himself into a rice dumpling, the system finally determined that something was wrong with him, and patted his head with its paw: "Get up for me, dry your hair before going back to sleep."

Song Jiao in the quilt moved twice, and after a long while, he got out of the quilt, revealing a wet head.

He turned his head and looked around, and after confirming where the towel for wiping his hair was, he arched over there and stretched out his hand to pull the towel over.

The system watched him stretch out his hand to reach for the towel, but he couldn't reach it after two or three strokes.

The system sighed, stepped forward, pawed with his paws, pulled up the towel, covered Song Jiao's head, touched his hairy head with two paws, and helped him wipe his hair.

Song Jiao accepted it calmly: "Thank you for everything."

The system was speechless: "Being a father and a mother, and also a hair-washing worker, but you still don't tell me anything."

Song Jiao's face was buried in the quilt, and his voice was low: "I haven't thought about what to say, and I haven't talked about this matter to anyone."

"Really?"

Song Jiao raised her head: "Really, I'll tell you later when I think it over, okay? I'll tell you the first one."

"Okay, okay, it's up to you."

Until going to bed, Song Jiao was snickering, the system couldn't bear him anymore, jumped off the bed and wanted to sleep in another place, but was pulled back by Song Jiao.

"Don't be angry, I don't laugh anymore, really."

"If you laugh again abruptly and disturb other people's sleep, I will run away from home."

"understood."

That night, Song Jiao slept late, and when he fell asleep, there was still a smile on his lips, and he had a sweet dream.

Early the next morning, he really went to bed late.

Song Jiao woke up from the dream, rubbed his eyes, turned his head to look, and found that the sun was shining on the quilt.He sat up suddenly, jumped off the bed, and accidentally took the system out of the bed, and the system barked.

Song Jiao repeatedly said: "It's bad, it's bad."

He quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth, put on his schoolbag to leave, and when he reached the door, he suddenly realized that he hadn't changed his clothes yet, so he went back with his schoolbag.

The system just watched him run back and forth like this. After three times, Song Jiao finally made himself look like a human being, and he was able to go out.

Song Jiao led the system and ran forward: "It turns out that what Zhi Duoxing said is true."

The system asked: "What did he say?"

Puppy love jeopardizes learning.

Lan Taili has already started class.

When Mr. Liu saw the empty seat, his whole face wrinkled.

What's going on with Mao Mao recently?Didn't even come to class.

Xie Chen was also frowning.

What's going on with Mao Mao recently?Why didn't you come to class?

Could it be that after posting last night, he regretted it and didn't want to be responsible, so he didn't come?

How is this possible?

It turned out to be a bad intention.

Xie Chen grimaced unhappy, propped his head, sat on the seat, and looked at the vacant seat beside him.

After an unknown amount of time, Mr. Liu put the scroll in his hand on the table, and just as he was about to change another book, there were pattering footsteps in front of the door.

Xie Chen turned his head slightly, he knew who it was when he heard the footsteps, running like a duckling.

Song Jiao appeared at the door of the classroom in time, holding on to the door frame, out of breath: "Report..."

Mr. Liu glanced at him: "Why are you so late today?"

"I..." Because I took the initiative to post with Xie Chen, I was so happy that I didn't fall asleep most of the night.

Of course Song Jiao didn't dare to tell the truth, and finally said, "Last night, I went to Shuangyu Building to buy Grandpa's books, so..."

When he said that, Mr. Liu couldn't embarrass him anymore, so he pouted his lips pretending to be serious, and let him in.

"Don't be late next time, your grandpa doesn't care about those books."

Song Jiao replied, "Yes."

He carefully sat down on his seat, put away his schoolbag, took out his books, and arranged his pen and ink.

Inadvertently seeing the gloomy Xie Chen, he was a little puzzled, and just about to ask him what's wrong, Mr. Liu coughed at them, and he didn't dare to speak.

The surrounding area was very quiet, except for Mr. Liu's coughing, there was nothing else.

The next moment, Song Jiao's stomach growled loudly.

Song Jiao covered her belly with one hand and her face with the other, pretending not to be herself.

Mr. Liu sighed, and then announced to take a break.

Song Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, lay down on the table, calmed down, and then poked Xie Chen: "Brother Shen."

Xie Chen turned to look at him, Song Jiao acted like a baby to him: "I'm starving to death."

Xie Chen glanced at him, then took out an oiled paper bag from his bag, and asked him, "Why are you late today?"

Song Jiao took the oiled paper bag and opened it, and there was indeed beef jerky inside.

"Thank you, Brother Shen."

Xie Chen asked him again: "Why are you up late?"

Song Jiao held the beef jerky in his mouth and touched his eyes with his index finger: "What about Brother Shen? Brother Shen doesn't seem to be sleeping well either."

Of course, Xie Chen couldn't explain it too well, last night he counted until midnight with his arms in his arms.

"I'm because..."

"me too."

It just so happened that Mr. Liu announced that the class would continue, and Song Jiao stuffed the half-eaten beef jerky into his mouth.

ooh-

He puffed up his cheeks, wiped his mouth with his fingers, as if nothing had happened, Xie Chen stretched out his hand to hold him, but he also acted as if nothing had happened.

It's just that his cheeks were a little red, and then he wiped all the crumbs of beef jerky on Xie Chen's sleeves.

The little scoundrel Song Jiao snickered at Xie Chen, who blushed.

But soon, Wen Zhi who was sitting behind them poked the backs of both of them with a pen.

Those little pink bubbles that no one wanted to burst were successfully burst under the radiance of knowledge in Lantai.

The two separated quickly and listened carefully to the class.

Song Jiao thanked Grandpa Xie, and helped Xie Chen make up for a few days of lessons. Soon, it was time for the next auction.

Same as last time, Song Jiao arrived at Shuangwu Building early with money in his pocket, sat down on the second floor, and waited for Grandpa's collection of books to appear.

Xie Chen came with him, and he also brought a bunch of bank notes, just in case.

The two of them just leaned against the railing and waited.

It was still the same as last time, as long as it was Grandpa Song's book, no one else called for the price except Song Jiao.

Song Jiao understood that Shuangyulou wanted to make money, and he didn't dare to deliberately lower the price too low. While estimating the money he had left, he tried to raise the price as high as possible, not letting Shuangyulou eat it. Too much loss.

In fact, the money they spent was enough to buy the same dozens of carts of scrolls, and the most valuable thing was Grandpa Song's annotation and name.

Later, some opportunistic people heard about the things in the Shuangyu Building, and wanted to take the opportunity to buy a copy, waiting for the appreciation, but they were blocked by a group of literati who raised the price.

That night, Song Jiao bought back a total of two sets of books, and five or six loose books.

Song Jiao followed Xiaoer to get the book, took out a small purse from his arms, and put the whole purse on the table.

Xiaoer said: "Your Highness, don't you want some?"

"Don't worry about it, I only have so much money on me, I'll take care of it."

"That's good."

There are a lot of books this time, so the waiter in the building helped him carry the bookcases onto the carriage.

Song Jiao and Xie Chen stood aside and watched.

Xie Chen said: "Now you only have a piece of silver on you, and there are still several auctions, what should you do?"

Song Jiao glanced at him: "I...I have my own way. Didn't Grandpa Xie say that he would lend me money?"

"Here I am."

Xiao Er, who had put the bookcase away, stepped forward: "Your Highness, put it away."

Song Jiao took advantage of the situation and turned his head: "Okay, thank you." He also gave them the last piece of silver on his body: "Please drink tea."

"Your Highness is being polite."

Xie Chen said quietly: "Now you don't even have the last bit of money."

Song Jiao glanced at him, and Xie Chen wrote all over his face, "Little fool, come and beg me, I'll lend you money if you beg me."

But Song Jiao really didn't have the guts to borrow money from him in front of so many people, so after thinking about it, he finally pulled him into the carriage together.

"You're annoying, I'll figure it out myself."

As the carriage left, the boys smiled and joked as they prepared to go back.

"Good news, good news, Young Master Song is out of money, next time we can still make a lot of money by relying on Prime Minister Song's book collection."

"Then not necessarily, what if His Royal Highness lends him money?"

"If His Royal Highness is willing to borrow it, he just borrowed it. Why are you deliberately teasing Young Master Song? Can you let Young Master Song give himself to him and sign a deed of sale?"

While they were talking, they walked in and suddenly bumped into a person head-on.

"Master, what are you doing standing here? Aren't you settling accounts inside?"

The young master Chu Heng in blue stood inside the door, clenching his fists, looking out the door, gritted his teeth and said, "It's too much to bully people."

The little girls exchanged a look of amazement, our young master finally can't stand Young Master Song's stalking, and is he going to show his power?

But in the next second, I heard Chu Heng continue: "The surname Xie is too deceitful, why don't you lend money to Song Maomao! Why!"

The carriage rattled, and Song Jiao and Xie Chen sat inside without speaking for a while.

Xie Chen leaned on the soft pillow, waiting for him to speak, but Song Jiao had always adhered to the principle of "not borrowing money from his sweetheart", and he couldn't get over that hurdle for the time being, and didn't know how to speak.

So it was silent.

After a long while, Song Jiao finally said, "The books I bought tonight will still be temporarily stored in the Xiaodong Palace. Brother Shen, please keep them for me."

Xie Chen nodded: "Yes."

"Don't break it, keep it safe."

"I know."

Song Jiao paused for a moment, pursed the corners of her lips, and whispered, "Also, can you lend me money?"

Xie Chen deliberately teased him, pretending not to hear: "What?"

"Lend me money..."

Xie Chen tilted his head and listened: "What? What did you say? I didn't hear it."

Song Jiao got a little angry, grabbed his ear, and shouted in his ear: "Brother Shen, lend me money!"

Xie Chen couldn't help frowning, and covered his ears: "You want to murder your husband?"

Song Jiao paused for a moment, then let go of his hand, pushed him hard, and sat down far away from him.

Xie Chen knew he had said the wrong thing, so he went to sit with him again, and tugged at his sleeve tentatively: "Mamao?"

Song Jiao glanced at him, but didn't speak.Xie Chen grabbed another handful of banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand: "Well, I'll give you the money, don't be angry."

Song Jiao was holding a large handful of banknotes, but couldn't hold them steady, and lost two of them.

He lowered his eyes, still a little unhappy.

Borrowing money from your sweetheart is really too demeritful, not good at all.

Xie Chen thought he was still angry, tugged at his sleeve, thought for a while, pressed Song Jiao's face, and pressed his cheek against him.

Ever since Song Jiao took the initiative once, Xie Chen turned to the offensive, but this action has become Xie Chen's favorite action, and he would do this with Song Jiao from time to time.

Song Jiao thought for a while and said, "Brother Shen, why don't I write you an IOU?"

Xie Chen choked, why does my wife have to separate from me so clearly?Has the wife repented?Things that have been agreed in the southeast and northwest cannot be reversed.

As Song Jiao was speaking, he took out two neatly folded IOUs from his small pouch.

It was the two he brought to Mr. Xie's family last time.

"How about this? Fill in the specific amount of money you borrowed, and you can use it."

Song Jiao looked at him tentatively.

He has already borrowed money from Xie Chen, and he has already lost face, but he can still get back the deducted points. If he can still pay back the money, Xie Chen should give him extra points in his heart.

But Xie Chen's complexion didn't look so good.

Song Jiao didn't know what went wrong, but just as he was about to speak, Xie Chen took the IOU.

He glanced at it casually: "This won't work, you can only write my name alone, and you can just return the money to me in the future, my grandfather and my father don't count. Write it down at the end, and if you don't make it, I will kill you." Pay me yourself."

Song Jiao:? ? ?

It turned out that Xie Chen wasn't angry at all, he was just making up his mind.

As expected of you, little witty Xie Chen.

Xie Chen took back the bank note in Song Jiao's hand, and said to the coachman outside the carriage, "Go straight back to the palace."

Go back and write the IOU.

Song Jiao asked, "Grandpa Xie, does he know that you signed an IOU with me like this?"

Xie Chen said confidently: "I don't know."

"I'll tell..."

Then Song Jiao was hugged by Xie Chen.

Xie Chen asked: "What were you thinking just now? Why are you unhappy about borrowing money from me?"

Song Jiao struggled hard, but the coachman reminded softly outside: "Your Highness, the carriage is about to overturn."

That night Song Jiao slept in Xiaodong Palace, and the next morning, before he got up, the Song Mansion unexpectedly sent someone to look for him.

"Young master, Young Master Chu from the Shuangyu Building brought a group of people to the mansion, saying that he was here to find the young master. The master went to court, leaving a group of servants behind us, and we don't know what to do. After much deliberation , I'd better go to the palace to invite the young master, and the young master should go back and have a look."

The attendant announced outside the door, Song Jiao was still lying on the bed, originally drowsy, but upon hearing the news, his whole body became refreshed.

Could it be that the people in Shuangyulou regretted it?

It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be, they won't behave so badly.

But they really hoped to raise a higher price for Grandpa's book instead of just selling it like this...

"You guys wait a moment, I'll go back right away." Song Jiao settled down, lifted the quilt and got up, then pushed Xie Chen who was lying beside him, and whispered, "Brother Shen..."

Xie Chen closed his eyes: "Do you think of Brother Shen now? You said last night that I set fire to robbery."

"It's 'taking advantage of the fire'..." Song Jiao changed his words, "I was wrong, brother Shen, can you accompany me back? I'm a little scared by myself."

Xie Chen sat up, crossed his feet, and rubbed his head: "Don't be afraid, let's go."

The two of them changed their clothes, tidied up their appearance, and then got into the carriage leaving the palace.

Song Jiao was holding a box of bank notes, still a little uneasy, Xie Chen took the opportunity to touch his head: "What are you afraid of? I'm here."

Song Jiao glanced at him, but still couldn't help being worried, Xie Chen raised his hand and directly pulled him into his arms.

Soon arrived at the Song Mansion, the main gate of the Song Mansion was open, five or six carriages were parked outside, and each carriage had five or six bookcases, and the waiter from the Shuangyu Building was greeting the servants of the Song Mansion Lift the boxes in.

Seeing such a scene, Song Jiao suddenly didn't understand.

What is this doing?

Xiao Er turned around and saw Song Jiao came back, he hurriedly smiled and said, "Your Highness is back? Our young master is waiting inside."

"Okay, thank you." Song Jiao went directly to the hall under the guidance of the servant in the mansion.

Young Master Chu of Shuangwu Tower was sitting inside drinking tea, frowning, as if the tea was not strong and tasted.

He raised his eyes and saw Song Jiao coming, immediately put down the teacup, got up and went forward.

"You're here?"

Song Jiao is completely confused, isn't this his home?Why did Mr. Chu come to greet him so naturally?

"Song Maomao, I'm Chu Heng, and we met once in Shuangwu Tower."

Song Jiao said: "I am Song Jiao, Mr. Chu is very polite."

"Oh!" Chu Heng suddenly realized, "They always call you 'Maomao', but I thought you were called 'Song Maomao'."

He pulled Song Jiao affectionately and sat down with him, but threw Xie Chen aside instead.

"You've bought Prime Minister Song's books these days. When you bought books for the first time, I even raised the price with you. I recognize you."

Are you starting to get down to business?Song Jiao's heart was raised.

Song Jiao pondered over his words, and replied calmly: "Thanks to Shuangyulou, and also to all my friends in Fengxiang City."

Only to hear Chu Heng say again: "Yesterday you bought a lot of books, and when those little girls helped you load the car, they inadvertently heard that you have no money. Are you really out of money?"

Song Jiao nodded, then shook his head again.

He has no money himself, but Xie Chen has money, and Xie Chen's money is his money!

He is not false at all!

"Don't be brave, I know you have no money, so don't do stupid things just to raise money." Chu Heng said seriously, "I know you bought books for your grandfather, and that group of literati are also talented because of this." Help, I don't mind at all."

He continued: "But I was afraid that you would do something stupid because of money, so I asked them to sort out all your grandpa's books, pull them all over, and return them all to you. Anyway, they will always give them to you."

Song Jiao was startled, thinking that he thought he was here to find fault just now, she was very ashamed, and quickly said: "Then I'll give you the money right away..."

"No, I was afraid that you would do stupid things for money, so I hurriedly sent you the book. If you still want to give me money, wouldn't it make me feel uncomfortable?"

Chu Heng held his hand tightly, and gave him an extremely determined look, the kind with four-pointed stars in the corner of his eyes.

Song Jiao's eyes became hot, and she held his hand instead.

The literati sympathize with each other, but that's all.

Chu Heng patted the back of his hand, and with a "pop", Song Jiao struggled to pull out his hand, and patted his hand too.

Chu Heng let out a "hiss", and then repeated the above actions a hundred times.

Then Chu Heng took him to look at the scrolls outside the door, and supervised the guys to unload the goods by the way.

He said to Song Jiao: "Don't worry, everything is complete. All the books in my hand are here."

Song Jiao was moved to tears: "Thank you."

"Yeah." Chu Heng's eyes remained firm, "It's like making friends."

Song Jiao nodded, only to hear Chu Heng continue: "It doesn't matter if I can't earn money, at most I can go home and inherit the family business, you can't do stupid things for money."

Song Jiao shook his head: "I didn't do anything stupid."

Chu Heng looked back at Xie Chen who had a gloomy face, turned around, and asked Song Jiao in a low voice: "You really didn't do anything stupid?"

"No."

"I mean... have you borrowed money from usury?"

Song Jiao shook his head: "No."

"What about mortgage real estate?"

Song Jiao continued to shake his head: "No."

"That's good." Chu Heng breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "What about the contract of sale?"

"No."

"Well, very good." Chu Heng nodded in satisfaction.

Song Jiao rubbed his chin for a while, then said softly, "But I signed the IOU, and if I don't pay it, I will have to pay myself. Is this a deed of prostitution?"

Chu Heng turned pale with shock: "This is the deed of sale! Why are you so stupid? Who did you sign it with? Hurry up and return the money and get back the deed of sale!"

Song Jiao turned her head and looked at Xie Chen: "Xie Chen, you clearly said yesterday that you didn't sell your body."

Xie Chen covered his heart, protecting the contract of prostitution in his arms.

"It's already signed, so it can't be changed."