The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Wen Zhi's eyes were red, leaning against Song Jiao's arms, his thin back trembling slightly.

Song Jiao patted him on the back, pointed at him, and then gave a "shh" to Xie Chen who jumped down.

Xie Chen pressed the corner of his mouth down, stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Jiao said softly, "Wen Zhi is crying."

Xie Chen took a look at Wen Zhi, and really cried.

So he turned his head and made a gesture to his friends, who immediately understood and ran downstairs.

Of course they didn't dare to jump down like Xie Chen, Brother Shen is a god, they are mortals, they can't jump, they can't jump.

In the blink of an eye, all the friends came down, and before they came down, Wen Zhi wiped his eyes vigorously with Song Jiao's handkerchief, trying to hold back the tears.

Xie Chen raised his chin towards Wen Zhi, and a group of friends immediately understood, stepped forward quickly, raised their hands and feet a few times, and lifted Wen Zhi directly.

"It's very cold outside, let's go for a walk and talk about it after we go in."

Just like that, Wen Zhi was carried into Tianranju.

They all left, Xie Chen turned his head and glanced at Song Jiao, his eyes were resentful and jealous.

He strode forward and hugged Song Jiao, wrapping him in his arms.

It's one thing for Wen Zhi to cry, but he can't hug Song Jiao anyway.

Xie Chen released Song Jiao only when his friends urged him, and the two went back together.

Xie Chen asked: "What happened to Zhi Duoxing?"

Song Jiao said softly: "His family didn't let him take the imperial examination, and burned his books. It happened in the morning. He was afraid that it would affect our exam, so he kept holding back and didn't tell us. It's hard for him to finish the exam. All day."

When the two returned to the private room, Wen Zhi had already been placed on the couch.

Friends wrapped him in blankets, pillows for him to lean on, snacks for him, and hot tea for him.

Although I don't know why he is unhappy, but as long as it is a good thing, they will give it to him.

Seeing Song Jiao coming, his friends made way for him.

Because Wen Zhi has the best relationship with him.

Song Jiao stepped forward, hugged him through the blanket, and asked softly in his ear: "How is it? Can they stay?"

Wen Zhi nodded slightly tremblingly: "Yes."

"Okay, then I'll tell them what happened, okay?"

Wen Zhi nodded again.

So Song Jiao briefly told his friends what Wen Zhi said just now: "The book is not a problem, I still have a copy at my side, which can be used by Wen Zhi, but at his home..."

The friends said: "Zhi Duoxing, don't force it. We are rough and thick, and we don't like to study at first. If you like to study and follow us to the army, it will be a lifetime thing."

Muying said: "If you really have to go, we won't ignore you, we will definitely run behind your back."

Wen Zhi had already calmed down, and he shook his head resolutely: "I won't go, not because I'm afraid, but because I really don't want to go."

Song Jiao said: "Then I will ask my grandfather to go to your house again, his words should be quite useful..."

But Wen Zhi interrupted him: "I will go to Mr. Liu tomorrow and ask him to introduce me to His Majesty. I will go to His Majesty and ask for a chance to see if there is still a chance."

"That's fine, Grandpa Xie also recognizes you, then brother Shen and I will go with you tomorrow."

"No need for now, I want to try it myself first." Wen Zhi tilted his head, fell on Song Jiao's shoulder, and sighed long.

Song Jiao touched his head: "Then what are you doing tonight? Do you want to go home? Your house..."

Song Jiao thought for a while, and quickly gave an answer. If he could do the thing of burning Wen Zhi's book the day before the exam, he might do something even more egregious.

He said: "You'd better go back to sleep with me and live in my house."

"it is good."

In the prime minister's mansion, Song Jiao was sitting on the couch, looking at several friends in front of him.

"so……"

Xie Chen sat down on Song Jiao's bed first, occupying the most advantageous position.

Then Muying sat down on the small couch on the other side, also occupying a seat.

Wen Zhi stood beside Song Jiao, obeying his arrangement.

Song Jiao thought for a while: "Okay, okay, let's sleep together."

Anyway, that's how I slept before.

They all came here temporarily, and they brought only one person and nothing else.

Song Jiao opened the high cabinet and asked them to get their bedding, and then squatted in front of the suitcase to find pajamas for them.

"It just so happened that I made two new coats two days ago. If you haven't worn them yet, I'll put them on for you first."

Song Jiao took out two sets of middle clothes and distributed them to Wen Zhi and Mu Ying.

He glanced at Xie Chen, then took an old one and threw it to him: "You wear this."

Xie Chen pinched his collar, smelled the faint scent of ink on the clothes, his mouth was hard: "Why should I wear old ones?"

Mu Ying didn't understand what he meant, and said stupidly: "Brother Shen, then I'll trade with you."

Xie Chen hugged his clothes tightly: "Don't change!"

There was a charcoal basin burning in the room, and it was very warm. After Xie Chen finished washing, he leaned on Song Jiao's bed, hugged his pillow, and casually flipped through the books he had placed in front of the bed.

Mu Ying and Wen Zhi are on the other side of the couch, Wen Zhi is holding hands, his expression is serious, he doesn't know what he is thinking, Mu Ying is very bored, and he doesn't care if he wants to talk to him.

Then the door opened, and Song Jiao came in with four bowls of sweet soup, Muying's eyes lit up.

"Mamao, you're back."

Song Jiao put the sweet soup on the table: "Well, let's eat something to fill your stomach first. It's already late, so I didn't ask them to do anything else."

Song Jiao took a bowl of sweet soup and handed it to Wen Zhi: "Here, let's have some first."

Xie Chen, who originally wanted to get out of bed to get it by himself, saw such a scene, stood halfway, and sat back again: "Ah chirp—mao mao, it's so cold, I don't want to get out of bed."

Song Jiao glanced back at him, took a bowl too, walked to the bed, sat down, and took a big sip in front of Xie Chen who was about to reach out to take it.

"Good drink."

Xie Chen choked, then leaned over and took a sip from his bowl.

"It's good."

Song Jiao was so angry that he wanted to hit him: "This is mine."

Xie Chen took another breath: "It's ours now."

Song Jiao was so angry that he stuffed the whole bowl into his hands, and went to get a new one.

After eating, Song Jiao didn't want to get out of bed anymore. He covered the quilt and stuffed the empty bowl to Xie Chen: "Take it out."

Xie Shen got out of bed, Song Jiao took a closer look and suddenly found something wrong.

He made a "puchi" sound: "Brother Shen, are my clothes too short?"

Xie Chen stood on the ground, his trousers almost reached his calves.

Xie Chen raised his hand to take the cloak, and wrapped himself up from head to tail.

When Xie Chen took out the empty bowl and came back, the three friends were already lying down on the bed or couch.

Song Jiao raised his hand: "Brother Shen! Blow the lamp!"

Xie Chen blew on the lamp, walked to the bed, patted Song Jiao's hand, pushed him in, took off his cloak, and lay down on the bed.

Song Jiao reached out to touch him: "Are my clothes really short?"

"It's very short, you're too short." Xie Chen grabbed his hand and asked him to put it on the hem of his clothes. Then Xie Chen raised his hands, and the hem of the clothes in Song Jiao's hand ran up, and his palms were directly attached to the clothes. on Xie Chen's waist.

Song Jiao laughed out loud, "It's what you want to wear."

It was a little warm, Song Jiao tried to touch his stomach, but Xie Chen didn't speak, so he continued to stretch inside, with both hands sticking to Xie Chen's waist.

Xie Chen still didn't respond, Song Jiao was not satisfied with keeping warm on his body, and when he was stupid, he squeezed a small muscle on Xie Chen's waist.

Hmm, a little hard.

This time Xie Chen responded: "Warm your hands as you warm them up, don't move around."

Muying on the other side: "Hey, Maomao, what are you and brother Shen doing?"

Song Jiao quickly withdrew his hand, and the two spoke angrily.

Xie Chen said: "Your trousers are too short and a little tight."

Song Jiao said: "You are too big."

"Then you are young?"

"..." Song Jiao jumped up and hit him with a pillow, "You are so young!"

Muying: "I'll go."

Brother Shen and Mao Mao seemed to be talking about something extraordinary, he really wanted to join, but he couldn't.

Early the next morning, Song Jiao brought Wen Zhi into the palace, and a few people waited in the apse that they would pass after the next court. As long as Mr. Xie made his court visit, they would come here.

After waiting for a long time, the front hall finally came down, and everyone cheered up, especially Wen Zhi.

Then Mr. Xie and Prime Minister Song came to the apse, and Song Jiao called out: "Grandpa!"

Master Xie was very happy when he saw him: "Hey, Mao Mao is here, did you go out to play after the exam?"

"I was going to go out to play, but something happened." Song Jiao pulled Wen Zhi over and pushed him in front of him, "Grandpa, Wen Zhi wants to talk to you about something."

Wen Zhi looked solemn, and bowed to the two elders.

Prime Minister Song soon knew what was going on, and after Song Jiao left Wen Zhi here, he went out with Xie Chen.

The two of them were waiting outside, ready to go in at any time.

It was still snowing outside, Fan Kai brought them snacks and a stove, and the two sat outside to enjoy the snow and talk.

Not long after, Old Master Xie called Fan Kai in and said, "Go, bring me Old Wen, what does he mean by him? Two Zhi Duoxings handpicked by His Royal Highness, he still won't let Zhi Duoxing study? What the hell is wrong?" ?”

Song Jiao ate a piece of dessert, and exchanged a glance with Xie Chen.

Suddenly, Song Jiao asked Xie Chen: "Are you still wearing my middle coat?"

Xie Chen paused, but still reluctantly admitted: "...um."

"puff……"

Some teenagers have a bright and beautiful appearance, but in fact they are still wearing their wives' middle clothes.

Song Jiao didn't know what Wen Zhi said in front of the two grandfathers, but the matter was resolved quickly.

With Mr. Xie on the way, the Wen family naturally refused to disobey.

But it was one thing for them not to dare to defy, and another thing to think in their hearts.

To be on the safe side, he asked Wen Zhi to move to the Song residence to live with him, and Grandpa Song agreed.

The matter was settled smoothly in this way.

In private, Xie Chen and his good brothers held another meeting to continue the topic from last time.

Xie Chen crossed his feet and said in a deep voice: "Zhi Duoxing's matter has been resolved, and now there is only one most important thing. Mao Mao's birthday is approaching, and he will soon be 15 years old, a small adult. I am almost over 15 years old, 15 years old without a wife, it is simply too embarrassing..."

Friends: "Brother Shen, say it again."

Xie Chen let out a long-lost pig cry: "I want a wife! I want to confess my love to my wife!"