The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

After the first month, the whip wound on Xie Chen's back had begun to heal gradually.

In the Xiaodong Palace, Xie Chen was sitting on the small couch with his upper body bare and his back facing Song Jiao. Song Jiao was applying medicine to him with an ointment bottle.

Song Jiao lowered her head, scooped out a little ointment with her fingers, and spread it on Xie Chen's lower back at the end of the scar.

"It's almost ready, it's already scabbing over."

Xie Chen touched it with his backhand, and Song Jiao saw the movement of his hand and patted him.

"Don't move around, it will be broken again."

Xie Chen withdrew his hand, and said in a low voice: "It's better if it's broken. After I'm cured, don't I have to go?"

Song Jiao paused, thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "Then I won't come over tomorrow to apply medicine to you."

Xie Chen turned his head abruptly, with a confused look on his face: "Huh?"

He just wanted to tease Song Jiao, who knows...

Who knew that Song Jiao would directly say that he was not coming?

Song Jiao raised his eyes and looked at him: "I can't help but pick at the blood scabs, it's not good for your recovery."

Xie Chen was a little anxious: "It's good for my recovery!"

"But your injuries are healed, and you are leaving."

"No!" Xie Chen, the demon king of the world, was about to make a fuss. He reached out and pinched Song Jiao's shoulders, with an anxious expression on his face, "I'll leave when I'm recruited in February, not so soon."

Song Jiao reminded him: "It's only a few days."

At this time, Xie Chen's mind was spinning quickly, and he said confidently: "It's because it's only a few days away, and the day when we meet is already a few days away, so you have to come."

He thought for a while, and added: "Wife!"

Trying to redeem his wife with intimate coquetry.

Song Jiao raised his hand to hit him, Xie Shen subconsciously closed his eyes to hide, but the expected slap did not fall, Song Jiao just twisted his face.

"nonsense."

"No nonsense!"

Song Jiao smiled at him, and stroked his head skillfully.Xie Chen's hair was disheveled, his upper body was curled up, and his tall silhouette was beginning to appear, like a big wolf squatting.

Song Jiao said: "No, the main thing is that the third grandpa asked me to go to class tomorrow, so I don't have time to come back."

Xie Chen's complexion was still not very good, he was humming with resentment all over his body.

"After the third grandfather retired from Lantai, he will go to Taixue to teach."

"Tai Xue hasn't started class yet." The expression on Xie Chen's face switched freely between "those old thieves don't try to lie" and "wife, wife, don't go".

"Tai Xue hasn't started classes yet, but studies can't be delayed. Zhi Duoxing always stays at home and reads. They don't worry about it, but I... I've only read two books this year." Song Jiao was a little embarrassed, "So Grandpa Let me go to the third grandpa's house to study tomorrow, and Zhi Duoxing will come with me."

Xie Chen asked: "Apart from Zhi Duoxing, is there anyone else?"

Song Jiao nodded: "There are also Senior Brother Liu and Senior Brother Jiang. They will take exams in the spring, and the third grandpa will make up for them. Zhi Duoxing and I are actually going to rub the class."

Xie Chen's face became even uglier.

He thought he'd be the one to go first.

Now I want to stay and study with my wife, what should I do?

So angry, jealous, tons of tons.

Song Jiao smiled at him, and gave him a pat on the back: "Don't be angry."

At the turn of winter and spring, Xie Chen became a little angry because of his anger. He changed from a wolf to a lion.

"Simba."

Song Jiao thought of "The Lion King" all of a sudden, but Xie Chen still remembered it. He howled "irritably", and fell into Song Jiao's arms, lying on his shoulder.

Song Jiao patted him on the back: "Are you that sad? What should I do when you are leaving in a few days?"

Xie Chen didn't speak, just carelessly rubbed in his wife's arms.

Song Jiao lowered his head and saw the old scar on his shoulder, which was scratched by wolves when they fell into the sinkhole while hunting a few years ago.

He poked the old wound on Xie Chen's shoulder, and said: "Be careful when you go out in the future, you have suffered so many injuries without joining the army, and no one will help you with medicine in the future."

Xie Chen responded, "Understood."

He was a big one, and he could still nest in Song Jiao's arms, rubbing against each other, without paying attention, and directly knocked Song Jiao down.

The big wolf, who has grown taller than a human, thought he was still the same as a child, so he kept rubbing around, and now he overturned.

Xie Chen simply hugged Song Jiao and continued to rub.

When being laid flat, Song Jiao's eyes suddenly went dark, and then a line of words appeared in front of his eyes.

——Asshole, let go of my dick!

It should be a message from the system.

There is also a line of small characters under the eye-catching big characters.

- Teenager mode is on.

Obviously he didn't do anything, he was just pushed down by a wolf, that wolf probably didn't understand anything, his favorite thing was to rub around, he couldn't even kiss.

It fully meets the requirements of the youth mode. It seems that the system has raised the mode blocking system to another level.

Song Jiao puffed his cheeks and called the system in his heart, but the system ignored him and only sent him a message.

"I advise you to go home early, have you forgotten how you promised me a few days ago?"

Song Jiao looked at the mosaic in front of her, and felt that this was more exciting than her parents coming home suddenly during a date.

He also left a message for the system: "Everything, blocking is worse than sparse."

The system quickly replied to him: "I am your father, come back to me right away."

The two teenagers stayed together for a whole day, and it was not until evening that Xie Chen sent Song Jiao back.

He was riding on the horse and patted the place in front of him: "Maomao, please."

Song Jiao felt a little helpless. Grandpa would definitely tell her if she went back like this.

He turned his head and waved to the attendant, and asked the attendant to bring another horse over.

The two teenagers didn't take anyone with them, they just rode on the horse, walked side by side, and left the palace all the way.

Fengxiang City and the others are too familiar with it, and they looked around all the way, but they didn't see anything new.

When he arrived at the Song Mansion, Xie Chen called out to a little flower seller.

At this time, spring just started and there were not many flowers, so Xie Chen bought a willow branch and wanted to hand it to Song Jiao, but after thinking about it, he took it back.

"Turn around and I'll put it on your head."

Song Jiao gave him a suspicious look, but still drove forward and stopped a few steps in front of him.

Xie Chen tore off the headband he wore to tie his hair, and replaced it with willow branches.He was clumsy and made Song Jiao a little hurt.

"Ah, I don't want you to do it..."

"I made it look good."

When it was finished, Song Jiao reached out to touch it, and frowned: "It shouldn't be too strange, right?"

"No." Xie Chen stretched out his hand and tugged at his rein, "Let's go."

Song Jiao shook his head, thinking that it shouldn't be too ugly, so he let him go.

Xie Chen turned to look at him, only thought he was stupid, couldn't help laughing.

Song Jiao couldn't see it himself, but he was actually very beautiful.Almond-eyed and peach-cheeked, she looks a bit like a little girl, but she doesn't look that much like a girl. It's just the mannerisms. He was like this when he was a child. Xie Chen couldn't describe it.

He was wearing a green apricot-colored spring shirt today, the belt was blown by the wind, making it extraordinarily elegant - he wears a spring shirt just after the beginning of spring, he is not afraid of the cold, or he wears it because he is going to see Xie Chen.

Xie Chen lowered his head and took a look. The hair tie that Song Jiao had untied was wrapped around his wrist by him.

The headband originally tied on her head was also blue, so it was not surprising to replace it with willow branches of the same color.

Soon they arrived at the gate of the Song Mansion. The two got off their horses and stood in front of the mansion talking.

Xie Chen said: "Is it really not coming tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Song Jiao nodded, "I'm going to the third grandpa's place tomorrow morning."

"Then I'll come find you."

"It's okay, but I think you will make the third grandfather angry."

"No, I will pay attention."

Xie Chen was talking to him, and every time he said a word, he took a step forward, Song Jiao didn't pay attention, and retreated unconsciously, and finally retreated to the front of his own house, only to find that there was no way to retreat.

Song Jiao looked around and was about to slip away: "Then I'll go in first."

Xie Chen held him down: "I want to kiss."

"No, there are people here..." Before Song Jiao finished speaking, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and said in surprise, "Grandpa!"

He pushed Xie Chen's hand away, and trotted to his grandfather's side.

Grandpa Song also just came back from the outside before getting out of the carriage.

"Grandpa was just passing by."

Song Jiao supported his grandfather, turned his head and glared at Xie Chen, and went in with his grandfather.

When they entered, Grandpa Song looked back at Xie Chen again, his expression was not very good.

Xie Chen stood where he was, almost shouting "wronged", he never played a hooligan with Song Jiao, if he played a hooligan with Song Jiao, how could he not even kiss Song Jiao now?

Song Jiao returned home only to see the system.

He has applied to the control center for permission to move freely, even if he is not by Song Jiao's side, he can move freely.

He is currently possessing the kitten, patting his paws with the big yellow dog.

Song Jiao rushed forward and hugged him and the big yellow dog: "Everything."

The system struggled unsuccessfully: "You still know that you want to come back? I think you were fascinated by people outside, and I'm afraid you even forgot your home."

Song Jiao hugged him: "Didn't I often go out to play before? Why are you so angry recently?"

"Are you playing seriously?"

"Of course it is."

"Of course? Of course, the youth mode will be triggered by you?"

"It was a mistake, a mistake!"

The system put on a kitten face: "I believe in your ghosts."

That night, under Song Jiao's hard work, the system reluctantly turned off the youth mode.

Song Jiao hugged the kitten and held it high, the kitten looked indifferent.

"Aren't you going to sleep? You have to go to school tomorrow, what should you do if you can't get up?"

Early the next morning, Song Jiao packed her schoolbag and went to Liu Mansion with Wen Zhi.

When they went, the two brothers Jiang and Liu had already arrived. Mr. Liu sorted out a small attic in the house and took them to study together.

Because there were only a few of them students, and Mr. Liu's eyes were sharp, even if Song Jiao wanted to go out to play, he didn't dare to lose his mind, so he could only support his head and concentrate - pretending to concentrate on listening to the class.

After reading like this for an hour, I was finally able to rest for a while.

The moment Mr. Liu announced his rest, Song Jiao collapsed.

Liu Yi supported his head, helped him up from the table, and rubbed his head: "Really so sleepy?"

Song Jiao pouted and said, "I haven't adjusted it."

Wen Zhi Youyou said: "He played like crazy during New Year's Eve, and ran to the palace every day."

"Mamao should read more books. I heard from your grandfather that you read two books this New Year's Eve, and Wen Zhi read twenty books?" Mr. Liu sat on his seat, holding a teacup in one hand and a cup in the other. Cover, skim off the froth, and bring the teacup to your lips.

Song Jiao looked up at the roof, and sighed leisurely: "I'm not alive anymore, and I brought Zhi Duoxing home to live, it's simply 'leading the wolf into the house'."

Mr. Liu just took a sip of tea, when suddenly, a "small stone" flew in from the wide open window, landed directly in the teacup, and splashed on Mr. Liu's sparse beard.

Surprised, Mr. Liu put down the teacup heavily, went to the window to take a look, and then quickly went back to get the weapon.

Song Jiao loves watching the excitement the most, so she also ran to the window to watch.

On the other side of the wall, a corner of clothes had already flown by, and at this moment, Xie Chen was riding a horse, coming from the corner of the wall.

He is wearing gold and silver today, so he should come here specially to hang around.

Song Jiao waved at him: "Brother Shen!"

Before Xie Chen could answer, Mr. Liu returned to the window with a big bamboo pole on his shoulder.

Mr. Liu threw out the bamboo pole, intending to hit him: "You bastard."

Xie Chen was almost hit by the tiles from the bamboo pole, Song Jiao hurriedly said, "Third Grandpa, it's not him."

Mr. Liu continued to play with the bamboo pole: "I know, it's Muying, anyway, they are in the same group, it doesn't matter which one they hit."

"Ah?" Song Jiao stretched out his hand quietly, grabbed Mr. Liu's hand, then waved to Xie Chen, telling him to leave quickly.

Xie Chen rode a horse and ran away quickly, followed by a group of teenagers, all of whom rode their horses and ran away just like him.

Mr. Liu didn't hit any of them, so he turned his head to look at Song Jiao, Song Jiao quickly withdrew his hand and smiled innocently at him: "Third Grandpa."

Mr. Liu snorted and closed the window: "Come back and continue."

"Yes."

Song Jiao walked back to his seat and sat down, opened the pages of the book, continued to support his head, and continued to fall asleep.

Finally, when school was over in the evening, Song Jiao walked out of Liu's mansion with heavy steps.

Mr. Liu laughed at him: "Are you that tired? I have to study in the future, and there are even more tired ones."

Song Jiao lowered his head and said, "Then let's talk about it later."

"after……"

Mr. Liu's words stopped suddenly, and the others also stopped talking. Song Jiao felt that something was wrong, and raised his head, only to see a queue standing in front of the gate of Liu's Mansion—Xie Chen's friends riding horses, blocking the door.

Song Jiao was puzzled, and then his friends asked, "Hello, Brother Mao!"

Song Jiao was still confused, and nodded in confusion: "Hello..."

Then the queue changed, a group of people rode horses and spread out from both sides, Xie Chen rode a horse, and came forward from the middle of the road.

Xie Chen was wearing gold and silver, the glitter was shining, and he was particularly smug.

"Mamao, I'll pick you up from school."

Mr. Liu blew on his beard, and then realized: "Nonsense!"

He turned around to get the bamboo pole, but Song Jiao hugged him.

Mr. Liu looked at Song Jiao angrily, but Song Jiao just smiled and said, "Third Grandfather, thank you for the gift of knowledge, goodbye."

Then Xie Chen's friends brought a horse over, Song Jiao trotted over, grabbed the rein, and got on the horse.

When they were leaving, Song Jiao waved at them: "Goodbye, Third Grandfather, Goodbye Senior Brother, Goodbye Zhi Duoxing."

Mr. Liu picked up a gadget and hit him with precision: "Goodbye."

A group of teenagers ran away on horseback, leaving only the sound of hooves along the way.

Song Jiao rode his horse and ran out of the long street. Looking back, the afterglow of the setting sun covered the entire long street. On the street, both men and women had green willow branches tied in their hair.

Song Jiao was a little puzzled, and turned to look at Xie Chen.

Xie Chen said: "I tied one for you yesterday, and they all thought it looked good, so it spread the word."

Song Jiao took out the withered willow branch yesterday from his sleeve, handed it to Xie Chen, and asked him to tie it up again.

The setting sun was shattered and scattered on Song Jiao's body. On his hair and shoulders, there was a faint layer of broken gold.Xie Chen looked at him like this, thinking it was because of Song Jiao, but he didn't know that his own eyes were also shining brightly.

The happy time of teenagers always passes quickly, and it will soon be February, the time for conscription into the army.

Old Master Xie didn't grant Xie Chen many privileges, but just threw him to a remote military camp, and it was over.

The only privilege that Xie Chen used was to call all his "hunters and friends" over and let them be in the same military camp as him.

On the day before leaving, Song Jiao tied her hair with willow branches and went to see Xie Chen off.

He was really tall and majestic, wearing armor, he was very conspicuous even if he stood in the crowd.

Xie's family was naturally there, Xie Chen had no scruples, and after a few words with them, he went to find Song Jiao.

Song Jiao quietly stuffed him with a small package: "This is for you, to relieve boredom on the road."

Xie Chen pinched the package, only to find the shape of a book: "Understood, I will study hard."

"No."

Song Jiao refuted with a blushing face, Xie Chen felt something was wrong, so he opened the package and took a look.

Good guy, there are three volumes of "Two or Three Things the Emperor and the Bamboo Horse Read Together".

He had read the first volume before, but it was confiscated by Song Jiao before he finished it.Later, for the exam, he didn't read it all the time, so he simply forgot.

Song Jiao helped him wrap the package: "Don't be seen by others."

"it is good."

The two were still whispering, but at the other end, Mr. Xie called out: "Mamao, what are you getting for Brother Shen?"

Song Jiao and Xie Chen turned around at the same time, hiding the script behind their backs.

Old Master Xie said again: "Brother Shen, don't hurry up, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with the team."

Xie Chen responded, "Understood."

He turned his head to look at Song Jiao again, thought for a while, and said, "Take care."

This sentence is quite normal.

"focus on studying."

Also ok.

"No empathy."

Xie Chen spoke seriously, his eyes fixed on him.

"Understood." Song Jiao stretched out his hand to push him, but failed to push, "Why are you so close? Your grandfather, my grandfather, and your father and mother are all there."

Xie Chen tried to catch him with his eyes: "The last time I told you this sentence, you moved on."

"I didn't." Song Jiao pushed him again, "Hurry up and leave."

Xie Chen looked up at his family members, then raised his hand, and hugged Song Jiao into his arms irresistibly.

Song Jiao was pressed on the armor by him like this, a bit awkward, but it seemed to be not bad.

The demon king of the world is not afraid of anything, so what if he hugs him in front of his family?

His group of cronies also started booing, whistling: "Yo!"

Master Xie glanced at Grandpa Song, raised his hand to stop him: "Brother Shen!"

Xie Chen raised his chin nonchalantly, then let go of Song Jiao, and handed him the helmet in his hand.

But as soon as Song Jiao was let go, he blushed and ran to his grandfather.

There was no other way, Xie Chen could only put on the helmet by himself.

He held up the saber at his waist, saluted his family members, turned around and left.

Next time, next time, he must ask Song Jiao to wear a helmet for him.

It was the first time a teenager came into contact with the adult world, and both of them suddenly discovered that the mature world not only has ugly and dark plots and calculations, but also gray, cloudy and rainy days of parting.

The melancholy is not too dark, but it is more sad than the dark.

With Xie Chen gone, Song Jiao's life seems to have become much calmer.

It didn't feel noisy at all, and it was extraordinarily quiet every day. He always felt that something was missing.

Can't quarrel with Xie Chen, can't fight with Xie Chen, Song Jiao has nothing to do, can only calm down and concentrate on studying.

It has to be said that without Xie Chen, his study efficiency has improved a lot.

But only when Xie Chen sent a letter back, Song Jiao would feel a different feeling from other times.

Xie Chen had only left for half a month before the letter arrived.

That night, Song Jiao finished her homework, took out the letter in the book, read it again, then took out the blank letter paper, and began to write a reply.

It's not that he doesn't value Xie Chen, he just—

The waste paper piled up on the ground, and he didn't know how to write a reply letter. He struggled with it from the afternoon until now, and just had to put down the letter and go to do his homework first.

He has been struggling like this, and he can't even finish his homework.

Of course, Xie Chen is not like when he was a child, writing a letter and drawing pictures.His pen is sharp, like a knife like a knife, and when he draws on the paper, it turns into extremely gentle words.

He told some interesting stories during the march, and when he wrote the letter, he had already arrived at the station.

This time he went to the northernmost part of Qi State, a small place called Pipazhou. Although Pipazhou is small, it borders the nomads in the northwest, so it can be regarded as a relatively dangerous place.

Song Jiao thought for a while, and wrote down all the words that should be said in the simplest words.

If Wen Zhi saw him write a letter like this, he would probably be pissed to death by him, it was all in plain language, and all the writing skills he had written in the past ten years had disappeared.

Song Jiao himself was very satisfied, thinking while writing, and unknowingly wrote two or three pages.

Song Jiao thought for a while, the further north he went, the colder the weather should be.

So in the last sentence, Song Jiao asked Xie Chen to wear two more clothes very simply.

Get the envelope ready for delivery tomorrow morning.

That night, Song Jiao read Xie Chen's letter two or three times before going to sleep, and pressed the letter paper under the pillow before going to sleep.

The system is eager to try, wishing to smash the letter with one claw.

Pass the love letter privately, confiscate it!

But seeing Song Jiao's appearance, after all, the system couldn't bear it.

Forget it, it's just a letter.

Early the next morning, Song Jiao went out to have breakfast with the written letter in his arms. Grandpa Song and Wen Zhi had already arrived. Grandpa Song was sitting at the main seat in the dining room, holding the newly delivered residence newspaper in his hand.

Grandpa Song suddenly saw one, his expression froze, and then he pushed the mansion newspaper in front of Song Jiao: "Mao Mao."

"Huh?" Song Jiao bit the bread and leaned over to take a look.

It is clearly written in the mansion newspaper.

The sudden heavy snowfall on Pipazhou affected all the crops this spring.

Song Jiao raised his eyes and looked at his grandfather: "Grandpa?"

Grandpa Song said: "Snow disasters are common at the end of winter in Pipazhou. The place is too remote, with valleys on both sides, and the cold wind blows in from the north. But Pipazhou is also a fortress in the north. The people have long since moved there, but the army cannot relax. "

"But..." Song Jiao frowned, "Is there no other way?"

"It doesn't snow every spring..."

Song Jiao stood up: "Grandpa, I'm going to Pipa Island."