The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Ever since they met at the age of five, Song Jiao and Xie Chen have never been separated for such a long time.

Song Jiao traveled all the way, full of wind and dust, and the cloak on his body flew up when he was running, and it was the brightest color in the whiteness.

Song Jiao hugged Xie Chen, wrapped his hands around his waist, and pressed his cheek against the armor on his chest. The armor was icy cold, making people shiver.

After covering it for a while, Song Jiao felt that his face had heated up the armor, so he switched to the other side to stick it.

It was still cold, which made Song Jiao suddenly come back to his senses.

In public, this seems inappropriate.

Song Jiao came back to his senses and looked up at Xie Chen.

Xie Chen is very magnanimous, and looks a little proud - my wife came to see me, do you have wives?You don't!

The moment Song Jiao let go of his hand, Xie Chen's expression changed. He lowered his eyes, obviously a little disappointed, and a little puzzled—why didn't my wife hug me anymore?

Song Jiao withdrew his hand, smiled embarrassedly, then looked at Muying, and stepped forward to give him a hug.

To cover it up, or maybe to hide it.

Muying dodged back, raised his hands innocently, and he also lifted up the strings of enemy ears he was carrying.

He looked at Xie Chen with a complicated expression, and explained to Xie Chen with his eyes, brother Shen, you can't blame me, it's Mao Mao himself...

Xie Chen frowned, it's all your fault, who made you stand so close?

Song Jiaoxuan gave him a hug, then patted his back, and quickly let go.He turned his head to look at his other friends. The friends glanced at Xie Chen and quickly backed away, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Don't come here, we will be slaughtered by brother Shen.

Well, Song Jiao could only withdraw his hand.

He turned his head and saw that the general of the Pipazhou garrison had arrived.He shook Xie Chen's hand for the last time, then turned around and stepped forward, straightened his clothes, with a solemn expression, and greeted the garrison general.

Xie Chen watched from behind, and suddenly felt that Song Jiao's back was much taller, like a pole of bamboo, a bamboo in heavy snow.

Xie Chen smiled, his eyes never moved away from Song Jiao's body, he held the saber at his waist with one hand, and stretched the other hand to the side.

Muying reluctantly handed over the picked ears to him.

Xie Chen took the "husbands and dogs" to remember the military merits, and Song Jiao and General Liu, who was stationed there, sent all the supplies to the warehouse and took an inventory.

Song Jiao held the account book in his hand, and he read it with General Liu and a document surnamed Zhang. It was the same as sending it to the warehouse, and it was the same as checking it out.

After sketching for a while, General Liu and Zhang Wenshu were a little puzzled.

"Your Highness, this... In previous years, the disaster relief was all food, rice and noodles. Why did you send so many seeds this year?"

Song Jiao said: "You don't have to worry, the food, rice and noodles are all in the back, and they are all available. Sending seeds here is a new method for the imperial court to deal with disasters this year."

"Should we be asked to switch to farming? This...Your Highness, you should go back and tell Your Majesty, we are a group of big bosses, and we don't know how to tend crops."

"It doesn't matter, the people I brought will know it, they will teach you, and you will not leave until you know it. And these seeds are not all crops, there are also some cold-resistant and wind-resistant tree species, which can be planted at the mouth of the valley to keep out the cold and relieve the cold. Snowstorm."

"I've never heard that planting trees can keep out the cold."

"It's really possible." Song Jiao thought for a while, "If that's the case, will there be drills in the army this afternoon?"

"No."

"Then I would like to take this opportunity to talk to the soldiers about the court's new disaster management strategy. What do you think, the general?"

"Of course that's good." General Liu explained before the army, "I just can't guarantee whether they will listen to your Highness."

Song Jiao smiled and said, "There are too many soldiers, so I can't tell. I'd better invite the commanders of thousands and centurions in the army first."

"That's fine, it's fine for your Highness to make a decision."

General Liu is over half a hundred years old, looking at Song Jiao is like looking at his own little doll, just as if he was sent by His Majesty to increase his knowledge, just for fun.

It's good that the food has been delivered safely. Anyway, his grandfather has been kind to Pipazhou a few years ago. For the sake of his grandfather, if he wants to come up with a new strategy, let him go.The snowstorm is so severe, it will never be made worse by him.

Song Jiao took the account book and continued to reconcile the accounts. General Liu saw that his cheeks were flushed from the cold, and said, "Your Highness, just hand over the accounts to the clerk. Let's go in and have a rest."

Song Jiao thought for a while, then nodded: "That's fine." He handed the account to Zhang Wenshu: "Thank you."

Song Jiao and General Liu were walking on the snow. Not far away, Xie Chen and a group of friends were surrounding another old document.

"My brother Chen has thirteen, record it. With two more military merits, brother Shen will be promoted to tenth commander."

Friends cheer.

"Brother Shen is awesome!"

"Brother Shen is too strong!"

The old clerk said weakly: "You are asked to go out to patrol, not to kill the enemy. You have no military discipline, and you will be detained ten times."

Xie Chen folded his hands and said coldly, "They were the first to provoke."

Friends echoed in unison.

"Yeah, we all heard that. This group of people walked all the way and said, first come to explore the road, and when the relief team from Qi State arrives, they will come to grab food. They saw that we were few, so they came to provoke. Brother Shen still has it." Be brave and resourceful, and lead us to set up an ambush to counterattack."

"Old clerk, tell me, is Brother Shen courageous and resourceful?"

The old clerk was so entangled by them, he waved his hands and said, "Yes, yes, yes..." He looked up and saw General Liu, as if he saw a savior: "General!"

General Liu smiled and looked at Song Jiao: "What do you think, Your Highness?"

Song Jiao said: "It's justifiable."

"is it?"

"But we can't let it go easily." Song Jiao raised his chin, "Why don't you let them plant trees with me?"

General Liu laughed loudly, and said to the old clerk loudly, "Remember it for them, it's all right."

In the end, General Liu beckoned to Xie Chen and asked him to come over: "Your Highness will be at your service during the time that your Highness is in Pipazhou."

Song Jiao looked at Xie Chen proudly, and said with his hands on his hips, "Little follower."

Then he was pushed into Xie Chen's arms, unable to struggle.

This afternoon, General Liu called dozens of centurions and tens of centurions, and held a meeting in a big tent.

A group of people sat on the ground, talking and laughing loudly, as if it was a party.

Then Song Jiao came in holding his "Pipazhou Disaster Relief Book", and Xie Chen followed behind him, holding a few rolls of cowhide.

The veterans all greeted Xie Chen: "Brother Shen is here?"

On the first day when the recruits came, there was a party and a ring in Pipazhou, and Xie Chen was ranked first.In addition, Xie Chen has a bad temper, and he always looks cold when he usually looks at it. A group of "hunters and friends" hugged him and called him "Brother Shen", so they also called him "Brother Shen".

Xie Chen nodded: "Well, to save face, cover the jug."

The veterans looked at Song Jiao who was walking in front of him, but still covered the flagon they were carrying and put it away.

The middle of the tent was the place where General Liu usually gave orders, and it was temporarily moved to Song Jiao. Song Jiao put his memorials on the table and sat down in front of the table.

Xie Chen opened the cowhide Song Jiao gave him and hung it up.

The veteran below frowned, looking at the words or pictures on the cowhide, whispering.

At the other end, Xie Chen hung up one, turned around to get the other, and accidentally bumped Song Jiao's head with his elbow.

"Aw!" Song Jiao covered her head and was knocked down on the table by him.

Xie Chen hurried over to look at him, and was beaten on the ground by Song Jiao who jumped up.

"It hurts!"

The group of veterans below were stunned. Xie Chen would fight back whoever he fought with, but this time he didn't fight back.

If they had played like this in the ring last month, Xie Chen would hardly be number one.

Song Jiao thumped Xie Chen's back twice, then sat back down, straightened his face, and straightened his clothes.

Xie Chen obediently hung up the rolls of cowhide, then sat down beside him.

Song Jiao didn't even open the memorial in front of him, so he started talking like this: "In ancient times, there are only three ways to control snow and disaster relief. One is to allocate food, the other is to distribute medicine, and the third is to dig ditches to drain water. But Pipazhou is very cold, and winter has not yet entered. The ditches were frozen and there was no way to drain water."

"A few friends and I went through the literature and found many new ways to treat snow. I submitted them to Your Majesty and the Prime Minister for reference. Both Your Majesty and the Prime Minister felt that it was feasible, so I came to Pipa Island boldly. If there is something inappropriate, please You pointed out on the spot, I must humbly ask for advice.”

Song Jiao clasped his fists at them proudly, then got up and turned around, and walked to the first piece of cowhide that was hung up.

He prepared this when he was in Fengxiang City. He expected that the soldiers would not have the patience to read a long story, so he turned the methods he had sorted out into pictures, and added concise annotations, which were printed on cowhide and printed into booklet.

Song Jiao put her hands behind her back: "I divide the methods of treating snow into two types, one is short-term treatment for disaster relief, and the other is long-term stability."

"Short-term disaster relief, a few years ago, when His Majesty and the Prime Minister came to Pipa Island in person, they have already done a very complete job. All the people moved out of Pipa Island, leaving only the army stationed. Report the disaster immediately, and the surrounding states and counties are connected to Pipa Island. All the official roads in Zhouzhou have been widened by more than double, and they are covered with cowhide to prevent slipping, so as to facilitate the transportation of grain."

"However, if things go on like this, we will always have to rely on the neighboring states and counties to deliver food. I am afraid that one day we will not be able to make it in time. Therefore, long-term stability is needed. The first way is to plant trees."

The veterans frowned, sat upright for a while, and looked up at him, not knowing what it meant.

Song Jiao said: "In winter, the ditches are frozen and it is difficult to drain water. The heavy snow accumulates, so we must find other drainage methods. Besides, I heard that Pipa Island is a sandy land, and the snow melts in spring, followed by sandstorms. It never stops throughout the year."

What Song Jiao said was simple and clear, and the veterans listened carefully. General Liu, who thought he was just a child playing house, leaned forward slightly, propped his head and listened intently.

Until the evening, Song Jiao still had nothing to say about the two pieces of cowhide. He looked at the sky and said, "Then let's go here first, and when you don't have to practice, you can continue talking."

General Liu hurriedly said: "Your Highness, we don't need to practice tomorrow, we can continue tomorrow."

"Then continue tomorrow morning. I have a few booklets here, all of which are the things I just said. You can take them back and have a look, and explain them to the soldiers under you. If I have something unclear, you can always ask me."

Everyone agreed, and after taking the pamphlets, they went out while discussing what Song Jiao had just said.

"Planting trees is good, but it may be a bit troublesome to plant them. I knew we would not cut down trees for firewood before."

"That's Prime Minister Song's little grandson, right? It looks a bit similar, especially the eyes."

"Did you know? It's Prime Minister Song's little grandson, His Majesty's god-grandson, who just started studying at the Imperial Academy this year, and only entered school a few days ago."

Song Jiao blushed a little, turned her head and pushed Xie Chen: "Get up and put away the cowhide."

Xie Chen responded, and just about to get up, General Liu said: "No need, no need, don't take it off, I want to take another look after I have dinner later."

Song Jiao nodded: "Okay, then I won't take it off."

General Liu said: "The city has prepared a reception banquet for His Royal Highness, please Your Highness to show your face."

Song Jiao smiled and said, "Of course I'm going."

There is a granary in Pipazhou, which stores the least perishable grain. Before Song Jiao came here, they had never been hungry, but they had eaten dry food for several months.

Fengxiang City's team brought them a bunch of food, and of course they wanted to take advantage of tonight to relax.

Song Jiao and Xie Chen followed General Liu to the tent on the other side to attend the banquet. General Liu wanted Song Jiao to take the main seat, but Song Jiao of course refused, and declined a few words. Finally, Xie Chen pressed Song Jiao and let him take the main seat. Up and down.

Xie Chen himself sat down beside Song Jiao, picked up the jug, and poured wine for Song Jiao.

He asked Song Jiao: "Do you know how to drink now?"

Song Jiao shook his head: "Not yet."

"I knew it."

After the banquet started, everyone raised their glasses together, and Song Jiao also raised his glass. He took a sip, because the wine in cold places is always stronger, and he pulled his throat.

Song Jiao only took a sip, and his voice became hoarse, and Xie Chen had to drink the rest.

Xie Chen whispered to him: "We all drink this kind of wine here, if we don't drink it, we will freeze to death at night."

Song Jiao was taken aback: "Huh?"

Xie Chen said seriously: "Really, drink to keep out the cold, if you don't drink, you will die."

Song Jiao gave him a push: "Don't lie to me."

Xie Chen lowered his voice: "There was a recruit who came with us. He was just like you. When the veteran asked us to drink, he thought that the veteran was lying, so he insisted on not drinking, and then..."

Song Jiao opened his eyes wide and asked, "And then?"

Xie Chen's voice became lower and lower: "Then the night he first came, he fell asleep halfway, and he..."

Song Jiao sniffed and looked nervous: "Yes."

Xie Chen jumped up suddenly, and yelled at Song Jiao: "He was so cold that he crawled into someone else's bed!"

Song Jiao was taken aback by him, and almost jumped up with an "Aww", thanks to Xie Shen who caught him in time.

"Coward, little fool!"

Song Jiao was so angry that he pushed him, picked up the wine glass, raised his head to drink, and announced loudly: "I will definitely not crawl into other people's bed."

Xie Chen choked, hiss, he seemed to have done something stupid.

If Song Jiao didn't drink, he would be afraid of the cold at night and would sleep with him.

But now that Song Jiao was so frightened by him that he drank, she wouldn't sleep with him anymore.

Only then did Xie Chen realize what a stupid thing he had done. He tried to grab the wine glass from Song Jiao's hand, but Song Jiao had already finished drinking and was wiping his mouth.

"How is it?" Song Jiao raised his chin towards him, his lips stained with wine sparkled, "Am I amazing?"

"It's amazing." Xie Chen really regretted it.

After Song Jiao grew up, his drinking capacity also increased a little.

The veterans came to toast him, and Song Jiao didn't refuse. After drinking three cups, he began to belch.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xie Chen quickly held him down, sent everyone away, and stopped him from drinking.

But Song Jiao seemed to be on top.

His cheeks were flushed, and he pinched Xie Chen's shoulder, but he couldn't hold it at all: "I didn't come to see you, I came to provide disaster relief."

Xie Chen nodded and echoed, "Yes, yes."

Song Jiao continued: "Xie Chen is a little fool."

Xie Chen paused: "Yes, Xie Chen is a little fool."

Song Jiao didn't know how to swear or make fun of others, but when Xie Chen finished saying this sentence, he smiled with satisfaction.

He leaned forward, leaned forward, and was about to fall into Xie Chen's arms, but he sat still, stretched out his hand and flicked Xie Chen's armor, making a crisp sound.

He complained: "It's too hard, it hurts every time."

Xie Chen said: "I can't take it off, it's a violation of military discipline."

Song Jiao seemed a little disappointed, with his head down, Xie Chen leaned over to look at him, and he did the same thing as when he bullied Song Jiao when he was a child: "Are you crying?"

"No." Song Jiao puffed her cheeks, thought for a while, looked up at Xie Chen, and said softly, "But I miss you very much."

The banquet was very noisy, and the veterans chatted and laughed without any scruples.

His words, as soon as he uttered them, were directly drowned out by other louder voices.

This time it was Xie Chen who pinched his shoulder: "Mamao, what did you say?"

Song Jiao looked at him with sparkling eyes, and repeated what he said just now: "Although I am here to provide disaster relief, although you are a little fool, although your armor is always painful, I really want to you."

Xie Chen couldn't hold back, hugged him, and said to General Liu: "Maomao is drunk, I'll take him down to rest."

General Liu nodded with a smile and let them go.

Xie Chen held Song Jiao's hands, lifted him from his seat, and helped him to leave.

When he got out of the camp and got to a place where no one was around, Xie Chen directly picked up Song Jiao.

Of course he can carry it. He usually goes hunting and catches things like deer and roe deer. He always carries them back.

Song Jiao was not heavy at all, he carried Song Jiao on his shoulders, as if carrying his own prey home.

That sentence "I miss you very much", Xie Chen kept it in his heart, recalling it over and over again.

Song Jiao was too shy, it was really not easy to get such a sentence from him.

It's very rare, Xie Chen thought, he will stay in Pipazhou for at least two or three years, and in these two or three years, he has to rely on this sentence to survive.

The sergeants trained and lived in tents, and when the disaster relief team came, they all lived in higher places, in castles made of stones.

Xie Chen carried Song Jiao all the way back to the room, during which Song Jiao was jolted awake by him, patted him on the back, and asked him to put himself down.

But Xie Chen refused, carried him on his shoulders, clasped his hands tightly, and instead quickened his pace, almost running.

If Xie Chen doesn't run away, Song Jiao might run away.

Back in the room, Xie Chen closed the door backwards, and then put Song Jiao down.

He asked Song Jiao to stand in front of him, Song Jiao covered his head, Xie Chen asked knowingly, "Dizziness?"

Song Jiao responded, "Yes."

"I told you not to drink so much alcohol."

Song Jiao glared at him: "Obviously you did the trick."

Xie Chen smiled heartlessly at him: "What did you just say to me? Say it again."

Song Jiao opened his eyes wide and said seriously, "You are a little fool!"

He made a face at Xie Chen, walked into the room, lay down on the couch, and buried his head in the pillow.

Xie Chen walked over and touched the back of his neck.Song Jiao shrank her neck and said vaguely: "Cold."

Xie Chen said solemnly: "I will untie the cloak for you."

He said it as if he didn't pinch the soft flesh on the back of other people's necks.

The stove had already been lit in the room, and Song Jiao lay on the couch, allowing Xie Chen to help him undress him.

Along the way, after a busy day during the day, Song Jiao was also very tired, lying on the bed and about to fall asleep, feeling vaguely that the cloak, hat, and gloves had been removed from her body.

Immediately, his body relaxed a lot. Song Jiao stretched his muscles and bones, adjusted his posture, and lay on his back.

He opened his eyes, vaguely saw Xie Chen with a pile of clothes in his arms, and suddenly smiled: "Xie Chen."

Xie Chen looked at him helplessly: "Don't speak out."

He had never undressed anyone, let alone waited on him.

If this matter gets out, his reputation as "afraid of his wife" will spread in the future, so he won't be fooled.

Brother Shen was ashamed.

Song Jiao obviously didn't listen to his words, she held her hands and sat up: "Why did you call me before? Do you look like the one you called now? Old..."

Xie Chen quickly covered his mouth, and whispered in his ear: "Wife, wife, wife, you have a thin skin, you have to be able to yell."

Song Jiao wanted to call him again, but Xie Chen leaned over and gave him a "chirp", as if some carnivore was eating meat, sucking and sucking.

Song Jiao blushed immediately, as if he was still steaming.He just sat on the couch in a daze, unable to say anything.

In this small battle, in the end, Xie Chen won a big victory, and Xie Chen was also defeated.

He proudly hugged Song Jiao's dirty clothes: "My wife, you can't shout out. Wait here, and I'll get you some hot water to wash up."

After he left, it took Song Jiao a while to recover, and he patted the bed angrily.

Tell me, look at Xie Chen, he has no face and no skin, he can shout anything, he can do anything, you can't, you blush when you move a little, and you say "I miss you so much" in a lower voice than a mosquito .

What a waste of time.

Song Jiao's drunkenness has not subsided yet, and the whole person is furious, silently practicing "wife" a hundred times in his heart.

Not long after, Xie Chen came back, carrying a pot of hot water and a bowl of hangover soup.

"They have never cooked hangover soup here, so I don't know if this is useful."

Xie Chen handed him the hangover soup, soaked Song Jiao's handkerchief in hot water, rubbed it, wrung it clean, and then wiped his hands.

Song Jiao felt that the hangover soup was unpalatable, so he took a sip and put it down.

Xie Chen took a look: "Drink some more, or you will have a headache tomorrow."

Song Jiao said: "I've only had a few cups, so I don't need to drink hangover soup."

"You..." Xie Chen refused to reveal the truth, "You are pouring in a cup."

"Where is it? I drank three or four glasses today and didn't pour it."

Xie Chen's face darkened slightly: "Drink quickly."

Song Jiao was also very firm: "Don't drink it, it's not good."

Xie Chen threw the towel into the basin, picked up the hangover soup, pinched his chin, and wanted to pour it down for him, but Song Jiao struggled: "Oh, what are you doing..."

Xie Chen said: "Are you drunk?"

"No..." Song Jiao struggled to push Xie Chen's hand away, "It's not good after all."

At this time, Song Jiao was lying on the couch, and Xie Shen was holding the soup in front of him.

Song Jiao pursed the corners of his lips, leaned forward, and pressed it firmly on Xie Chen's lips, saying seriously, "Try it, it's really not good."

Delicious, Xie Chen replied in his heart.

Song Jiao stepped back, seeing his stupid look, her face was still red to the point of bleeding, but she still couldn't help laughing.

It's still promising to win a round.