The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

As if at this moment, time stood still.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and the cool breeze was blowing gently. The lantern hanging above Song Jiao's head was blown and swayed by the wind, and the candlelight swayed and swayed accordingly, shining on Song Jiao's face, and his eyes blinked and flickered accordingly.

Xie Chen held his face in both hands, looked into his eyes, only felt that his palms were getting hotter and hotter, his heart was beating faster and faster, and he was almost out of breath.

Xie Chen pursed the corners of his lips, and unconsciously leaned forward.

Song Jiao even forgot to blink, and just stared at him blankly.

Xie Chen thought to himself, Mao Mao didn't refuse, that means he can kiss.

He didn't think much about it, for example, how could Song Jiao, who was holding his face in his hands, refuse.

Just when Xie Chen was about to eat rabbit meat, suddenly, the door behind the two of them creaked, and someone came out from inside.

The two of them separated quickly like thieves, with their hands behind their backs, their heads bowed, and they dared not speak.

Only the heart was beating wildly.

It was so dangerous that he was almost caught on the spot.

Grandpa Song and Wen Zhi came out from inside, and Grandpa Song called out, "Maomao?"

Song Jiao took a deep breath, adjusted her heartbeat, then turned her head, trotted up, stood with grandpa, hugged his arm: "Grandpa."

Grandpa Song said: "Didn't you say to pour tea? Why did you run out again?"

Song Jiao thought for a while, and felt a little embarrassed: "Brother Shen said he was going back, so I came out to see him off, and forgot about pouring tea."

Grandpa Song poked him on the forehead, feeling helpless against his hot temper: "You, you."

Song Jiao smiled, then looked at Wen Zhi: "Zhi Duoxing, are you going back too?"

Wen Zhi nodded: "Yes."

"Then I'll ask them to set you a carriage."

"No need, it's still early, I'll walk back slowly, and I'll take it as a digestion."

"OK then."

Several people waited at the door for a while, and soon, the attendants brought Xie Chen's horse over.

Xie Chen bowed to Grandpa Song, and said "See you later" to Wen Zhi, but he didn't speak to Song Jiao, nor did he move.

Song Jiao also turned her head away, deliberately not looking at him.

Neither of them spoke. Finally, Xie Chen glanced at Song Jiao quietly, then took the reins from the attendant, and got on the horse.

He tugged on the rein, thought for a while, walked up to Song Jiao, stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead: "I'm leaving."

Song Jiao looked up at him angrily, and slapped his hands away: "Understood, hurry up, hurry up."

Grandpa Song watched happily.The two kids probably had a fight again.

It was rare for Xie Chen not to quarrel with Song Jiao, as soon as he pulled the reins, the horse's hooves clattered, and he walked out of the long street with his attendants.

Then Wen Zhi bowed to Grandpa Song and took his leave.

Song Jiao stood in front of the door with his grandfather, seeing that Wen Zhi had also left, he turned and went back.

Song Jiao helped his grandfather across the threshold: "Grandpa, do you want to eat some more cakes?"

Grandpa Song flatly refused: "If you don't eat, you will be able to support yourself if you eat any more."

"Okay, then I'll share it with them later." Song Jiao thought for a while, then whispered, "Grandpa, Zhi Duoxing can't join the army."

Grandpa Song turned to look at him and asked, "Did you hear that?"

"Yes." Song Jiao nodded, "But Xie Chen and I were afraid of embarrassing him, so we didn't stay outside. Zhi Duoxing's physique is not very good, he is not suitable to join the army, he is more suitable to stay with me Let's read together."

"Grandpa thinks the same way, but his family..."

"Following Xie Chen is not necessarily good, but following me is also fine, I am also your Highness." Song Jiao made up his mind, "Starting tomorrow, I will study hard with Zhi Duoxing."

Grandpa Song knew him too well, so he glanced at him: "Grandpa will be satisfied if you can sit quietly for a whole day."

"A whole day is too long, half a day is enough, otherwise the ass will be squashed."

"Where did you learn this nonsense?"

Song Jiao turned to look at his grandfather, the meaning in his eyes was obvious, Grandpa, your butt is very flat.

Whether big or small, Grandpa Song patted him, Song Jiao ran into the study, grabbed a book and stood in front of him.

"Grandpa, I am so filial to you, you can't hit me."

Grandpa Song took the book, opened it casually and glanced at it.

Good guy, a little duck jumped out of the paper.

Song Jiao hurriedly took the book back and changed another from the shelf.

Grandpa Song flipped through it again, good guy, it's full of ink dots, a little villain blacked out all the words on the book.

Where is Grandpa Song's collection of books?It is clearly Song Jiao's children's picture book.

Too bad, Grandpa Song wants to beat the child even more.

That night, Song Jiao slept with Grandpa again.

The night breeze was gentle, and the grandpa and grandson were lying on the bed.

Song Jiao closed her eyes, put her head against Grandpa's shoulder, and whispered, "Grandpa, you are so kind."

Grandpa Song smiled: "When is Grandpa bad?"

"Grandpa has always been good." Song Jiao sniffed, "Grandpa never asked me to do anything I didn't like."

"Wen Zhi is also in a special situation."

"I know, his father was injured a few years ago and can't fight anymore, so I want him to..."

"Okay, grandpa will help him." Grandpa Song thought for a while, "Did you quarrel with Xie Chen tonight?"

Thinking of what happened at night, Song Jiao's face suddenly turned hot, then he shook his head and said, "...No."

"is it?"

"Well, we are not children anymore, we won't quarrel so easily."

"That's good." Grandpa Song reached out to help him tuck the quilt, "Go to sleep."

"Grandpa..." Song Jiao opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I..." Song Jiao thought for a while, but didn't know how to speak.

I have a crushNo, grandpa is so smart, he must have guessed it right away.

What if I have a crush?No, it will still be seen through by grandpa.

What if, grandpa, I mean if, if I have a crush?The most is trying to cover up.

Song Jiao could only give up this way of asking, and changed his sentence: "Grandpa, I... I'm so sleepy."

"Sleep if you are tired."

Song Jiao fell asleep nervously with a little secret that belonged to Xie Chen and herself, afraid that she would inadvertently reveal this secret while she was asleep, and even more afraid that she would see Xie Chen in her dream. thing done.

He was so embarrassed that he hid under the quilt alone, his face turned red.

Xie Chen in Xiaodong Palace was not as shy as him. In his dream, Xie Chen kissed and hugged Song Jiao, finished all the unfinished things that night, and added a lot.

The little bandit has always been shameless.

Early the next morning, Song Jiao went to class as usual, sat with Xie Chen, listened carefully to the lecture, or deserted.

The third day and the fourth day passed like this every day.

After a while, Grandpa Song officially passed his birthday, and it was winter.

As soon as winter comes, the day of the Lantai exam is slowly approaching.

In the blink of an eye, there were only a few months left, Song Jiao and Xie Chen calmed down and started to concentrate on studying.

Song Jiao concentrated on making up lessons for Xie Chen, and Xie Chen also listened carefully, but when he occasionally raised his head and saw Song Jiao's serious profile, he would feel his heart skip a beat for no reason.

It must have been stolen by Song Jiao.

Song Jiao, a thief disguised as a little rabbit, stole his heartbeat.

When Xie Chen suddenly fell into a long silence, Song Jiao would think that he was not serious, raised his head, poked his face, and reminded: "Learn quickly, I hate illiteracy the most."

So Xie Zhongzhong ignited his fighting spirit again.

You must not be the person Mao Mao hates the most!

This is how they spend their daily make-up time.

Time flies, and soon it will be the first day of the twelfth lunar month.

At this time in previous years, Lantai would have a holiday, but this year is different. This year they will take an exam. Once they pass the exam, they will never have to return to Lantai to study.

The day before the exam, Song Jiao was still making up lessons for Xie Chen, explaining several articles to him again.

Xie Chen turned the unstained brush in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Mamao, the exam is so difficult."

"It won't be difficult. Third Grandpa won't be very strict. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried about him." Xie Chen looked at Song Jiao, "You really don't like illiterate? Even me?"

"I..." Song Jiao pushed him, "Don't talk nonsense, wait until the exam is over."

Xie Chen insisted on getting to the bottom of it: "Why don't you like illiterates? Am I really not good at it?"

"..." Song Jiao didn't know how to answer, so he changed the subject very abruptly, "Well...Brother Shen, tomorrow is a holiday after the exam, where are you going to play?"

"I have something to do with them."

"whats the matter?"

"A little personal matter." It seemed that Xie Chen didn't plan to tell him anymore, "Go play with Zhi Duoxing, and I'll see you again in a few days."

"Okay." Song Jiao turned his eyes back to the book, picked up a piece of white paper, and covered a sentence on the book, "Brother Shen, what is this sentence?"

Xie Chen dipped his pen into the ink and wrote this sentence on the paper.

Song Jiao nodded in satisfaction, and then Xie Chen started to turn the pen again, this time the tip of the pen was stained with ink, and the faces of the two of them were flabbergasted.

Song Jiao wiped his face and patted him twice: "I told you not to change the pen, and you are not allowed to change the pen tomorrow."

That night, Song Jiao slept in the Xiaodong Palace, and the system came with him. Before going to bed, he checked the stationery for tomorrow, set several alarm clocks, and then gave Song Jiao some nutritious snacks—— Originally, he had prepared a nutritious meal, but Song Jiao must eat nutritious snacks, so he had no choice but to prepare a Wangwang gift bag for him.

In the end, the system urged Song Jiao to go to bed early and played him a lullaby.It is said that the song can enhance memory, but Song Jiao turned it off because he thought it was too noisy.

Song Jiao soon fell asleep, and the system lay on the bedside, looking at the sleeping young man, he felt that the child had grown up overnight.

When Mingming was picked up by him, it was still so small, it would cry when it fell down, it would cry even if it couldn't eat the Want Want gift bag for a day, it would cry even if it couldn't find its former friends, almost every day.

Now that they have grown so big, they will have an exam tomorrow.

The system secretly rejoiced, thanks to being in the ancient world, there was nothing wrong with the college exam.If it was anywhere else, he might have been in fear all night.

Fortunately, the system didn't sleep all night, and stayed up all night with its thinking brain turned on.

He was still very nervous, systematically biting the handkerchief.

The next morning, Song Jiao was discovered by the system as soon as he opened his eyes.

"The alarm clock hasn't woken up yet, just squint for a while, and I'll call you when it's time."

"Yeah." So Song Jiao lay back in a daze again.

After a while, the system's alarm clock rang, Song Jiao sat up from the bed, the system took out all the things prepared last night, and asked him to wash and dress.

Song Jiao put on her lucky clothes, tied her lucky headband, ate a pack of Wangwang Snow Cakes, and was ready to go out.

The system reminded him: "Mamao, schoolbag."

"Oh." Song Jiao remembered now, and turned back to get her schoolbag.

It was inconvenient for the big yellow dog to come forward, so the system became suspended in the air, and followed him out.

When Song Jiao went out, Xie Chen, who happened to be opposite, also came out. The two opened the door at the same time, and then walked together tacitly, just like the first ten years when they went to school together.

They thought they had woken up early, but when they arrived at Lantai, they realized that all their friends were nervous and arrived early.

Seeing Song Jiao approaching, a group of people rushed forward.

"Maomao is here! Maomao, let's shake hands, I'm getting literary."

"Right hand, Maomao writes with his right hand."

"Brother Parrot, you've held on for too long, change quickly."

This is a mandatory procedure before each exam.

They didn't dare to go to Wen Zhi, because Wen Zhi was usually studying before the exam, if they bothered him, he would get angry.Only to find Song Jiao.

Surrounded by a group of people, Song Jiao sat down in his seat. The group of people shook hands, and it was almost time, so they returned to their seats.

After everyone dispersed, Song Jiao turned to look at Wen Zhi, who was resting with his eyes closed.

Song Jiao thought for a while, then reached out and shook hands with him.

Wen Zhi raised his head, probably because he didn't sleep well last night, and his eyes were still a little red.He twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled at Song Jiao: "I will try my best."

Song Jiao nodded: "I will too."

The two said a few words and separated.

Song Jiao turned back and saw Xie Chen's resentful gaze, but said, "Brother Shen, have you forgotten? I have been holding your hand every day since a month ago, and this morning, the first one I held was your hand." .”

Only then did Xie Chen remember that when he and Song Jiao came out together this morning, Song Jiao had already trotted forward and shook his hand.

Song Jiao lowered his voice, and said to him, "Now we can no longer shake hands, they have already taken away the literary spirit from my hands."

There are only three exams in the college exam, Mo Yi and Tie Jing in the morning, and policy theory in the afternoon.

After the exam in the morning, Mrs. Xie brought someone to deliver meals to a group of teenagers. Song Jiao found a place where no one was around, and ate the Wangwang snow cake specially prepared for him by the system.

The system vigorously waved the ribbon flower beside it: "People are prosperous and exams are prosperous! Maomao is the most prosperous!"

Song Jiao smiled and wanted to touch his dog's head, but suddenly found that he hadn't turned into a big yellow dog, so he had no choice but to go back and touch it again.

In the afternoon session, Song Jiao, who had always been used to handing in the papers in advance, sat peacefully until it was time to ring the bell.

Walking out of Lantai, the system has turned into a big yellow dog, waving ribbons and flowers at the door to welcome you.

As if he never stopped.

Song Jiao was about to go up to give him a hug, but was suddenly hugged by the person behind him.

Looking back, of course it was Xie Chen.

The first important exam in their lives, the first handshake in the morning, and the first hug in the evening.

It was the two of them, and only the two of them.

Xie Chen picked up Song Jiao, and Song Jiao's feet were slightly off the ground, as if he was stepping on clouds.

Xie Chen smiled, as if announcing something to Song Jiao: "I am not illiterate."

Don't hate me.

On the evening of the end of the hospital examination, a group of teenagers went to Tianranju for dinner.

Making an exception, he ordered a small jug of sake, mixed it down, each had half a glass, only Xie Chen drank the whole glass, Song Jiao handed his glass to his lips, and asked him to help drink again.

It took a long time to eat a meal, and when it was over, the cups and plates were messed up.

Xie Chen put down his chopsticks and said loudly to his friends: "My good brother stay here for a while, if you are not a good brother, don't stay." Then he turned to Song Jiao: "Maomao, you can't stay."

"what?"

Before Song Jiao could speak, the friends who had only drunk half a glass of wine began to boo.

"Yes, yes, here, Mao Mao is not brother Shen's good brother."

"Brother Mao, this way please, this way please, Brother Shen has some personal matters to discuss with the brothers, you go first."

"Brother Mao, don't worry, my brother Shen goes home every day, he is absolutely loyal and abides by male virtues."

Just like that, Song Jiao was invited out of the private room, and brought Wen Zhi along with him.

The door of the private room behind him was closed, Wen Zhi said indifferently: "They have no good intentions, the hospital examination is over, Brother Shen may take action against you, you have to be careful."

"I...I see." Song Jiao felt a little uncomfortable, "That...Zhi Duoxing, where do you want to go?"

"casual."

Song Jiao suddenly smiled: "Suddenly you are not allowed to read, you must not be used to it." He thought for a while: "By the way, there is an auction in Shuangyu Building tonight, and Chu Heng said he has reserved a place for us. Can you go over and have a look, can you?"

"Okay." Wen Zhi looked a little absent-minded.

When the two arrived at the Shuangyu Building, the auction was already halfway through. The Xiaoer who was guarding the door saw them coming, and quickly sent someone in to inform them, and then welcomed them to the second floor.

Chu Heng was sitting on the second floor, saw them, and waved to them: "Song Maomao, wooden man."

Song Jiao glanced at Wen Zhi, and corrected Chu Heng: "He is Zhi Duoxing, Wen Zhi, not a wooden man."

"He always has a straight face, so I gave him a nickname." Chu Heng smiled at Wen Zhi, bowed and said, "I have long admired my name, and I am Chu Heng."

Wen Zhi raised his hand: "Jiu Yang."

The two of them sat down at their seats, and a book of scriptures was being auctioned below. Song Jiao couldn't hear the name clearly, but still raised his hand.

Chu Heng was shocked: "Do you like watching this?"

Song Jiao said: "Listen to the name, brother Shen should like to read it, I want to buy a copy for him."

"If you didn't tell me earlier, why don't I just leave two copies for you? Why do you want to shoot here?"

"Grandpa's book has troubled you enough, I dare not trouble you any more."

"What are you talking about, troublesome or not? It's just a book."

Song Jiao thought for a while and asked, "So have you earned enough 6000 taels for a while?"

When mentioning this matter, Chu Heng seemed a little frustrated: "Don't mention it, it hasn't happened yet."

"Then what do you do? Didn't you say that you made a bet with your father that if you don't earn 6000 taels before the end of the year, you will have to take the exam?"

"Who did you hear?"

"You guys." Song Jiao asked, "You really don't want to take the exam?"

"I don't really want to. I get dizzy when I think about exams. My father is really annoying. He runs his own business and suffered a loss in Qingguo. He always thinks that studying is the best, so he insists on pressing me to study, saying that I am in I don’t know blessings in blessings, anyway, I don’t feel my blessings at all, whether he wants this blessings for him..."

Wen Zhi who was sitting on the side suddenly stood up, his face pale.Song Jiao got up to help him, but he seemed to be unsteady and fell to the side.

Wen Zhi settled down and said, "I'm not feeling well, so I'm leaving first."

He has always been polite and would never say such a thing. After saying this, Wen Zhi walked away.

Song Jiao helped him explain to Chu Heng: "Maybe because of today's exam, Zhi Duoxing is a little tired."

After explaining, Song Jiao also caught up.

"Zhi Duoxing? What's wrong? Are you sick?"

Wen Zhi staggered, went downstairs, and went out. If Song Jiao hadn't pulled him, he would have been almost hit by a carriage.

I don't know where he got the strength, he dragged Song Jiao forward, and just like that, he went all the way back to Tianranju where they had dinner just now.

Song Jiao took his hand and asked all the way: "Wen Zhi? What happened? Where are you going?"

Wen Zhi came back to his senses and looked back at him with sad eyes: "Go to His Royal Highness Taisun and ask him to help me find a position in the army, and rely on military merits in the future to honor my ancestors, it's no problem."

"What?" Song Jiao suddenly realized, and asked, "What did your family tell you? Didn't my grandfather go to them? What's going on?"

"'Because Prime Minister Song's grandson lacked a companion to read, I asked you to go. You don't have any talent for reading. Our family doesn't have the talent for reading. Don't be fooled.'"

Of course, this is what the Wen family told him.

No wonder he reacted so strongly to Chu Heng's words just now. Chu Heng was determined not to study, but Wen Zhi also wanted to study while dreaming. Compared with the two, he couldn't stand it.

Song Jiao held his hand: "Don't worry, let's go to Grandpa now and let Grandpa think of a way, or let Grandpa Xie make an order to keep you here."

He held Wen Zhi's cold hand and asked someone to bring a carriage over to see if grandpa was at home.

At this time, there was light snow in the sky, Song Jiao and Wen Zhi were standing by the side of the street, before they could find a place to hide from the snow, Song Jiao rubbed Wen Zhi's hands.

"You should have told me about this earlier, how can you carry it alone?"

Wen Zhi moved his lips and said in a low voice, "What happened this morning."

They still had an exam this morning, no wonder Wen Zhi didn't tell him.

Song Jiao couldn't hold back a sigh, for fear of adding to Wen Zhi's sadness, he thought for a while, and said, "Why don't we go up to find Brother Shen? It just so happens that we're all in Tianranju, go up and tell him to tell him to go find Grandpa Xie. "

Song Jiao tried her best to help him find a solution, but Wen Zhi really couldn't listen to anything at this time, and couldn't respond.

He could only plunge his head into Song Jiao's arms, leaning his head on Song Jiao's shoulder, and tightly grasping Song Jiao's skirt with both hands, for fear that he would leave too.

Wen Zhi sobbed softly: "What happened this morning, my book was burned, Maomao, my book was burned..."

No wonder, Song Jiao just realized that before the exam this morning, Wen Zhi didn't review his books as usual. On the contrary, his desk was empty. He folded his hands and closed his eyes to rest. When he opened his eyes, they were still red and swollen.

It turned out to be the case.

Song Jiao hugged him and patted his back to comfort him: "Don't be sad, the book... the notes on the book, I... By the way, didn't I copy your notes last time and sell them? I'll help you If you buy it back again, it will be the same, and I guarantee that it will be exactly the same."

Wen Zhi's eyes were red, Song Jiao took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped his tears, and coaxed him: "Don't cry, you are on the street now, this is not what a gentleman does, Wen Zhi, your image of a gentleman ..."

In the private room of Tianranju, a group of teenagers were having a lively discussion.

"I think it should wait until Mao Mao's birthday. Brother Shen can arrange a fireworks show first, and then arrange several floats. Brother Shen will make a grand appearance on the float."

"That's right, that's right, it's like the kind of god descending to earth. Brother Shen' descending to earth in front of Mao Mao, Mao Mao must be very shocked, and it will come naturally."

"Then Brother Shen can't say 'I like you', it's too rustic, you should say 'I like you', this is what scholars like."

"That's right, Brother Shen also has to prepare a few gifts for Mao Mao, one can't do it, at least three. If you are rejected the first time, follow up immediately the second time, it's only three things, and the third time Mao Mao Will definitely agree."

Xie Chen sat on the side, listening to their discussion, nodding his head from time to time, keeping the main points in mind.

Mu Ying loosened his collar: "It made me sweat all over my body."

He walked to the window, pushed open the sash, and suddenly froze.

"I'll go, brother Shen."

"What's wrong?" Friends crowded around the window, "What's the matter? I'll go..."

The friends were shocked and said: "Brother Shen, come here quickly...to die, something serious happened, Zhi Duoxing..."

Xie Chen got off the couch and walked to the window——

"Brother Shen! Brother Shen! Forget it! This is the second floor!"

But Xie Chen rushed forward like nine cows.

God damn Zhi Duoxing, why are you in Mao Mao's arms? !

You pry the corner!Are you still a brother? !

Mao Mao, my Mao Mao!I've already planned a confession with my brothers, why don't you wait for me to confess? !

At this time, their noisy voices disturbed Song Jiao and Wen Zhi, who turned their heads.

The next moment, Xie Chen climbed over the window sill on the second floor, and pulled a bunch of bows made of silk and satin that Tianranju hung on the windows and doors in order to attract customers. on the snow.

The friends lay on the window sill and watched: "I'll go, Brother Shen has achieved great success."

"Fart, is this light work? This is obviously a god descending to earth, brother Shen is really descending from a god."