The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

At the end of the year, their hospital examination results came out.

Mr. Liu asked several civil officials to grade the papers for them, and they also covered their names. No one failed, but the ranking was drawn up.

Originally, it would be enough to post the results outside the Lantai and let them go over to have a look when they have time, but Mr. Xie refused to let them.

After seeing it, Mr. Xie was very satisfied with the result. He specially took a pen, copied the result, made a gold list, and hung the rankings of this group of children on the Chaotian Hall of the Shang Dynasty, so that the civil and military officials who came to the court can see.

Later, fearing that they would not be able to see it, they specially held a banquet in the palace to celebrate and show off.

this banquet aka

——Xinxin Bandit Village High School Graduation Banquet.

——The celebration banquet where Maomao takes the first place and Zhiduoxing takes the second place.

——The super-large celebration party where Lao Tzu's illiterate grandson actually took the fourth exam! ! !

The banquet lasted for three days and three nights, and it was even more grand than the emperor's birthday banquet. Mr. Xie was so overjoyed that he almost danced around with silk and satin.

At the banquet, Song Jiao was sitting in the seat, and Mr. Xie's laughter was deafening, making him dizzy.

"Mamao, if you want something, just tell Grandpa Xie. Thanks to you giving your Brother Shen extra lessons these years, he was able to take the fourth and fourth exams!"

"Fourth" is accented.

Master Xie was beaming: "How is it? What do we want? The reward this time will be counted separately from your birthday gift for your birthday in a few days. Just say what you want."

Song Jiao thought for a while, then asked uncertainly, "Can I ask for anything?"

"of course."

"Then I want..." Song Jiao looked around, clasped his hands together, and whispered something in Old Master Xie's ear.

"Just this? Don't want anything else?"

"No, I want that."

"Okay." Mr. Xie immediately turned his head and told Fan Kai, "A few days ago, didn't the Western Regions send over a strange beast? Bring it to Mao Mao."

Song Jiao smiled and thanked: "Thank you, Grandpa, and Uncle Fan Kai."

Fan drove down for a trip and came back soon.

The strange beast was small in size, wrapped in a small blanket, and was carried in by Fan Kai.

Song Jiao stretched out his hand to pick it up, and said repeatedly in his heart: "All, hurry up."

The system that was originally suspended in the air "swished" and attached its own consciousness to it, and the strange beast's pair of yellow and green pupils also lit up.

Well, this strange beast is actually a Persian cat.

A businessman from the Western Regions who came to Fengxiang City to do business a few days ago paid homage to Mr. Xie, and sent them over. Mr. Xie didn't like these things at all. In order to save face for the Western Regions, he kept them in the palace.

At that time, Song Jiao and Big Yellow Dog System were in the palace, and the System stared at the kitten, wanting the cat no matter what.

And these years, the big yellow dog has grown bigger and bigger. Song Jiao can no longer take him to some places like before. It is easy to scare others. String code drool.

He wants a kitten that can be taken around so badly!

Coincidentally, Mr. Xie asked at this time, and Song Jiao took advantage of the opportunity to help the system get the kitten.

"Tongtong, ah—" Song Jiao changed a pair of clean chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and handed it to the system's mouth.

System: "Ahhh—"

Compared with the big yellow dog, it seems to be more convenient.

Song Jiao took a plate and gave him a few slices of meat, letting him eat slowly.

Mr. Xie was watching, cheerfully: "Okay, okay, as long as Mao Mao likes it, what else do you want?"

"No..." Song Jiao's movement of shaking his head suddenly paused, and then he put his hands together again, and whispered a whisper in Mr. Xie's ear.

Mr. Xie smiled until the wrinkles between his brows and eyes deepened: "That's it?"

Song Jiao nodded: "Well, that's it."

So Mr. Xie turned his head and said to Xie Chen: "Brother Shen, come over and serve Maomao."

Song Jiao held his head high, coughed twice, and reminded Old Master Xie.

Master Xie changed his words: "Brother Shen, come here and prepare vegetables for your teacher Maomao."

Song Jiao raised his head, raised his chin, and said in a whisper, "Brother Shen, come quickly."

Xie Chen responded, walked over to Song Jiao and sat down, then hugged him, pressed his head into his arms, rubbed his head vigorously, messed up his hair, and took the opportunity to pinch his face while Smirk.

"Teacher Mao Mao."

"Oh! Thank you Chen! No, no..."

Song Jiao struggled vigorously. From the eyes of others, the two Highnesses seemed to be hugging. Song Jiao was hugged by the tall Xie Chen, as if he was a little short of oxygen, so Song Jiao kicked his feet twice, and then patted him twice to thank him. Shen's back is like a kitten scratching someone.

She didn't have any energy, and was pressed hard by Xie Chen.

Xie Chen continued to make trouble on his face, Mr. Xie drank some wine, but still didn't react.

After reacting, he tried to stop: "Brother Shen..."

Song Jiao stretched out his hand towards him, "Grandpa...Grandpa!"

Xie Chen, the great demon king of the world, didn't listen to anyone. When he let go of Song Jiao, Song Jiao had already given up struggling, his face was reddened by him, and his eyes were full of tears—there was the anger of a rabbit biting people hidden underneath. .

Xie Chen patted his back twice, confidently: "Who told you to take advantage of me first?"

Song Jiao uttered a strange cry of unknown meaning: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Then rush up and hit him.

Xie Chen ducked to the side: "Hey, I can't hit it." Then I dodged again: "Hey, I didn't hit it again."

The next moment, Mr. Xie raised his hand and slapped him hard on the back. With a loud sound, Xie Chen staggered, and he threw himself forward and fell into Song Jiao's arms.

Mr. Xie was "outraged": "What are you doing? Bullying Mao Mao again."

Xie Chen grinned in pain, lying in Song Jiao's arms, complaining to Song Jiao: "It hurts."

Song Jiao originally wanted to pat him hard, but after thinking about it, she lightly touched him: "It deserves it."

Because today is the banquet of the Lantai Academy Examination, of course the friends of the two of them also came.

Friends watched from below and discussed privately.

"Did Brother Shen ask us to have a meeting with him tonight?"

"Well, he said that Mao Mao's birthday will be in a few days."

"I don't really want to go, I think the chance of success is not high."

"Me too, I don't know where Brother Shen got the courage to fight with Mao Mao a few days before the confession. Does he think we haven't prepared enough confession plans?"

At the other end, Mr. Xie took up his wine glass and apologized to Prime Minister Song: "My grandson is a tiger, and it's never serious to play with Mao Mao. I'm sorry, Prime Minister."

Prime Minister Song smiled, raised his wine glass, and touched him: "Your Majesty is too worried."

He turned his head and saw that Song Jiao, with his messy hair, was going to tidy up in the back hall, and Xie Chen followed.

The two left just like that.

Prime Minister Song withdrew his gaze, and asked Mr. Xie again: "Your Majesty, Brother Shen will go to the army after the New Year's Day, have you thought about a place?"

Mr. Xie nodded his head: "Think it over, it's in Li County, half a day's journey back and forth, it's very close, it's convenient for him to come back, and I can control him."

"Okay." Prime Minister Song smiled and nodded.

In the apse, attendants brought hot water, combs, and new hair ties.

Song Jiao ignored Xie Chen, walked to the side of the couch and sat down, raised his hand and pulled the hairband on his head, and the hair fell down.

He shook his head, and the hair that had been messed up by Xie Chen turned out to be a little more obedient.

Song Jiao picked up the comb to comb his hair, and Xie Chen leaned over to look at him.

"Mao Mao."

It's a pity that Mao Mao ignored him.

So Xie Chen yelled again: "Maomao."

Mao Mao ignored him again.

Then Xie Chen rested his chin on Song Jiao's shoulder and pressed his hair, before he yelled: "It hurts!"

"Oh." Xie Shen shrank back, "Are you angry?"

"No." Song Jiao pushed him, "You go out to play with your good brother, I want to comb my hair, I will go out later."

"Are you really not angry?"

"No really, you go out."

After Song Jiao finished speaking, he combed his hair, stopped talking to him, and Xie Chen went out.

He sent someone to the front hall to call all his good brothers over.

Although his good brothers were a little dissatisfied with his actions just now, they were still brothers after all, and they still wanted to help him.

So the friends asked: "Brother Shen, you fought with Mao Mao just now, is Mao Mao not angry?"

"Of course not." Xie Chen was very confident, "Maomao is not angry, and let me come out to find you."

The friends looked at each other.

"Brother Shen, I'm afraid you misunderstood."

"Anyway, Maomao said he wasn't angry."

Wen knew: "He's talking irony, brother Shen."

Satisfied, Xie Chen stayed where he was.

Wen Zhi pushed Mu Ying out: "Brother Chen, it's like Brother Parrot broke my book, he asked me if I was angry, what did I say to him?"

Xie Chen didn't answer, Mu Ying said: "Zhi Duoxing said to me: 'Go away! You Abruka, ah, I am so angry that I can't even speak. Stay away from me and go find someone else to play with!' "

Even Mu Ying understood: "Brother Shen, you were kicked out by Mao Mao."

Xie Chen looked at his friends who were all stern-faced, turned around quickly, and knocked on the door: "Mamao! I was wrong!"

Wen Zhi sighed, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and tapped Xie Chen on the shoulder: "Brother Shen."

Xie Chen took the paper: "What?"

Wen Zhi clasped his hands: "Brother Ying has already told me about the process you arranged. These are the lines I designed. For your reference, it's best to memorize them all."

Xie Chen opened the lines and took a look: "On this festive occasion, Baixue in the Golden Palace..." He twitched the corners of his mouth: "Zhi Duoxing, I'm here to confess my love, not to sing an opera, if you don't know how to write confession lines, don't force it. "

Wen Zhi frowned: Do you doubt my literary talent?

Friends quickly said: "Brother Shen, you can refer to it, Zhi Duoxing is also kind enough to help you."

Xie Chen also frowned, he didn't think that Wen Zhi would want to help him confess his love to Mao Mao, but Wen Zhi was afraid that his study partner would be stolen away.

Probably seeing what he meant, Wen knew: "I am a person who knows how to repay my kindness. Your Majesty helped me solve the problem of studying, and I also helped Brother Shen once, but if you accept it or not, that is another time. It's over."

Xie Chen was full of confidence and determined to win: "I must be the first person in our group to have a wife."

"Brother Shen, I advise you to restrain yourself, is it great to have a wife?"

The banquet to celebrate the end of the college examination lasted for three days and three nights, followed by New Year's Eve banquet, Lantern Festival banquet, and Song Jiao's birthday banquet.

A few days before Song Jiao's birthday party, Xie Chen confirmed the procedure for that night for the last time, and went to the scene to check the spots, making sure that each procedure was accurate and there were no mistakes.

"Zhi Duoxing, Brother Parrot, Little Tiger, Mouse..." Xie Chen stood in front of his friends and looked at them one by one, "My happiness depends entirely on you."

Friends are obliged: "Brother Shen, don't worry, we will have everything we need."

Wen Zhi whispered: "Do your best."

Xie Chen exchanged a firm look with his friends, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and muttered.

Friends said: "Brother Shen is still reciting the lines prepared by Zhi Duoxing, not bad."

Wen Zhi also said: "There will be no mistakes in the lines I wrote."

But Xie Chen didn't seem to hear what they were saying, and he didn't pay attention to them, he just recited his words seriously.

"Brother Shen is too serious. It seems that Zhi Duoxing has a good literary talent. Let's see what Zhi Duoxing has written."

Friends all leaned over, and Muying read out the words on the paper in Xie Chen's hand word by word: "Small, silly, egg..."

He only read these three words, and his friends frowned in unison.

Ah this...

Muying continued: "You big, big thief disguised as a little rabbit? You set fire to my heart and robbed me, robbed my heart, my liver, my kidney..."

ah this ah this...

"So Brother Shen is using 'heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney' to make up the number of words?"

Muying continued: "Hurry up and give me back my heart. I'm sorry, if 'I'm sorry' is useful, what do you need the yamen servants for?"

Friends looked complicated: "Brother Parrot, stop reading, our head hurts."

As expected of you, Brother Shen.

Only then did Xie Chen discover them and quickly put the paper away.

"How is it? I wrote for two nights, and I was more serious than the exam."

The friends smiled awkwardly: "It's...not bad."

As they said this, they quickly moved away.

Brother Shen must not be the first among them to have a wife. They think that Brother Shen should be the latest among them to have a wife.

Be careful, don't be infected by Brother Shen's strange brain circuit, and you won't even be able to find your wife in the future.

Song Jiao's little adulthood was held as grandly as Xie Chen's little adulthood.

Mr. Xie took care of it himself, and sent him a lot of things for all civil and military officials to congratulate him.

Halfway through the dinner, Xie Chen winked at the friends below.

My friends immediately understood and said they couldn't sit still and wanted to go for a walk.

Master Xie saw them leaving, and asked Xie Chen and Song Jiao: "They are all out to play, do you two want to go out?"

Xie Chen answered first: "Maomao and I will wait a bit before we go."

Mr. Xie didn't know what he wanted to do, so he smiled and let him go: "All right."

After a while, Mu Ying came back and nodded to Xie Chen, Xie Chen pulled Song Jiao to leave: "Grandpa, Mao Mao and I went out to play."

"Okay, let's set off the fireworks later, you two remember to come back and watch."

"Understood, bye, Grandpa." Song Jiao only had time to turn around and say a word before being dragged away by Xie Chen.

Xie Chen pulled Song Jiao away from the apse, and went directly to the palace road.

Song Jiao asked suspiciously, "Where are you going? Where are they?"

Xie Chen walked in front, wiping his hands nervously on his sleeves, and the hand holding Song Jiao became tighter and tighter.

Song Jiao tried to retract her hand: "Brother Shen?"

Xie Chen didn't let go, but clenched even tighter.

Xie Chen pulled him, and the more he walked, the darker and darker he walked, the less there was anyone.

Song Jiao suddenly panicked. Of course, Xie Chen would not take him to a place where no one was around to sell him. What happened?

What is the thing to do in the dark, quietly, avoiding people?

There was an answer on the verge of coming out, but Song Jiao didn't dare to think about it.

because--

The system is up his sleeve.

Parents!

"Mamao, what happened to Xie Chen today? Where is he taking you?"

In the darkness, a small Persian cat emerged from Song Jiao's sleeve.

Song Jiao tried to calm down: "No, it's nothing, let's come out to play..."

Before he could finish talking with the system, Xie Chen stopped in his tracks. He didn't stop the car for a while, and almost hit Xie Chen's back.

This is Lantai, where they have been studying.

After the hospital exam, they never came back, Xie Chen brought him here now...

When Song Jiao was thinking about something, Xie Chen turned around, pressed his shoulders, and asked him to sit down on a chair in front of the Lantai.The chair was still cushioned, and there were tea and snacks on the side, which were obviously prepared long ago.

Xie Chen pressed his shoulder, his voice became a little hoarse because of the tension: "Maomao, wait here, I'll be right back."

Song Jiao nodded blankly: "...um."

"Wait for me here."

After Xie Chen said this, he walked away step by step.

He was afraid that Song Jiao would wait in a hurry, so he would not wait.

For the last time, Xie Chen turned his head and strode away.

Song Jiao sat in the dark with the system in his arms, and the system asked, "What happened to him today? Playing tricks on you again?"

"Should..." Song Jiao said uncertainly, "Probably not, today is my birthday, brother Shen will still play tricks on me?"

"Isn't it to give you a birthday surprise? It's so mysterious."

Song Jiao was facing the largest building in Lantai, where they had studied before.

It was a two-story wooden building, the first floor was for studying, and the second floor held their scrolls and things for martial arts.

But in the darkness, some voices came from the second floor.

"...Brother Shen, you jump, don't you often jump down from the second floor for Maomao? The last time was in Lefang, and a few days ago in Tianranju."

"Quick, Brother Shen..."

Song Jiao frowned, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, but before he could speak, candles were lit up in the originally dark surroundings, brightly lit.

Song Jiao's eyes were dazzled by the sudden candlelight, and then he raised his hand to block his eyes. The next moment, Xie Chen jumped down from the second floor with a piece of bright red silk.

Somewhat similar to the previous two, and somewhat different from the previous two.

The first two times, Xie Chen was so angry that he jumped off the stairs when he became emotional for a while, but this time...

Song Jiao didn't know why he was so emotional.

Xie Chen was still wearing a formal dress for the banquet, with a long python on his left shoulder and a blue bird on his right shoulder, a jade belt and a purple gold crown. Under the candlelight, he looked very different from the usual demon king.

It's just like……

Before Song Jiao could figure out what he looked like, the voice of the system brought him back to his senses: "Maomao! Maomao! What is he doing?"

At this time, Xie Chen had already landed on the ground, exactly as his friends imagined, like a god descending to earth.

The system looked at the person in front of it, raised its vigilance, and opened its short hands: "Maomao, what does he want to do to you? Maomao, you go, my queen..."

Song Jiao sat where he was, thought for a while, and then blocked the system.

No, I still feel a little sorry, Song Jiao hesitated for a second, and released the system again.

"Ah! No, bastard, what do you want to do to Mao Mao? I am Mao Mao's parent, ask me! You must ask me!"

Song Jiao thought about it, and finally blocked the system.

"Sorry, all, I will treat you to a big steak tomorrow."

After Song Jiao finished speaking, he let go of the kitten in his hand.

He looked up and looked at the person in front of him.

Xie Chen walked up to Song Jiao with a serious expression, his eyes locked on him tightly.

Song Jiao was also a little nervous after being infected by him, why... how does it look like seeking revenge?Could it be that he was wrong?

On the second floor of Lantai, a few friends were crowded by the window to peek.

Mu Ying asked: "Is Brother Shen talking? He doesn't talk, how does Mao Mao know what he is going to do?"

Wen Zhi sneered: "As far as the lines he prepared, it's okay not to say."

"But..." Muying took a breath, "Could it be that Brother Shen forgot his words?"

Xie Chen indeed forgot the words.

He has obviously recited it many times, and he recited it five times before going to bed last night, but now he has forgotten all of it.

But now, he stood in front of Song Jiao with a blank expression, and it didn't look like he had forgotten his words.

Say something quickly, Xie Chen, Mao Mao is going to be scared by you.

Say something, quick!

Xie Chen pursed the corners of his lips: "My wife..." Adjusted again: "My wife!"

He whimpered in his heart, wife, I'm sorry, he can only see his wife in his eyes, so there are only two characters "wife" left in his head.

Song Jiao paused for a moment, but before he could say anything, a tree of fireworks sprang up in the sky behind him, followed by dozens, hundreds, and thousands of trees.

The sound of fireworks covered up, and Song Jiao seemed to not be able to hear what Xie Chen said.

Xie Chen frowned. Originally, according to the plan, when the fireworks were set off, he and Mao Mao should hug and kiss under the fireworks. Now it's all right, he forgot his words and messed up the plan.

Song Jiao was about to stand up from the chair, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pressed Song Jiao's shoulder and pushed him back.

Amidst the sound of fireworks, Xie Chen's mouth shape was also obvious: "You sit down."

Song Jiao sat on the seat, Xie Chen thought about it, and knelt down on one knee in front of him.

He grabbed Song Jiao's hand and asked Song Jiao to press it on his heart.

Xie Chen couldn't remember what he had memorized in the past ten days, and began to compose lyrics.

"Mamao, I like you."

He looked into Song Jiao's eyes, and put aside all the points his friends had said about him, "I like you" is too rustic, and it is only elegant to "please you".

Fuck them, he just likes to fuck.

"I like you very much. After I don't know which birthday, I like you very much. Every time I see you, I feel that my heart is swollen, and something is about to come out."

Xie Chen tugged at Song Jiao's hand: "Every time you feel swollen, you have to hold it down like this, so as not to let Lian run out."

"But it will still come out of his mouth." Xie Chen grabbed his hand again and put his fingertips on his lips, "Then you have to press it like this so that it won't come out."

"Then it came out of the eyes again." Xie Chen took his hand and closed his eyes obediently, "This way it won't come out."

"I try to hold back every day, but I can't help it every day, you can definitely feel it."

Song Jiao touched his eyes with her fingertips, and responded softly: "Yes, I feel it."

Xie Chen opened his eyes and looked up at him.

The sound of fireworks was endless, and the two little idiots thought that neither of them could hear their own voices, but also thought that only they could hear each other's voices.

So dare to say anything, dare to answer anything.

At this time, Xie Chen saw a huge firework exploding in the sky.

At this time, he must kiss Song Jiao under the fireworks.

Xie Chen picked up the silk in his hand, which was the one he jumped from upstairs, shook off the bright red silk, and covered Song Jiao's head with the silk.

This silk was originally used by his friends to hold Maomao, but now he uses it for other purposes.

Xie Chen lifted a corner of the silk and satin, and got his head inside.

It was like cutting off all sounds and images from the outside, leaving only the two of them here.

Xie Chen leaned over, wanting to try to kiss Song Jiao.

But the next moment, there was an earth-shattering roar from outside: "Xie Chen! What are you doing!"