The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

At noon, Chu Heng treated guests to dinner at a restaurant called Zheguilou next to Taixue.

Chu Heng quickly opened the folding fan, and said to Song Jiao: "You haven't been here yet, have you? Order whatever you want, I'll treat you."

Song Jiao took the menu: "Then I won't be polite."

The restaurant is near Taixue. The lobby on the first floor and the private rooms on the second floor are basically occupied by students from Taixue.On the second floor, there is a wall specially reserved for students to write poems, which is very thoughtful.

In order for his son to have a good time eating in Taixue, Master Chu specially paid for a large private room in Zhegui Building. He can come anytime and have a place at any time.

The three of them sat in the private room, Song Jiao ordered two or three dishes, and the little one said, "Young master, we have a lot of fresh seafood and seafood in our building, and they are all fresh, do you want to try them?"

Song Jiao nodded, and returned all the menu cards to him: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

"Okay, then you drink tea first, and the dishes will be ready soon."

Song Jiao turned her head and saw Wen Zhi was reading a book, and Chu Heng folded his hands, leaning against the window to watch the scenery.

After drinking a cup of tea, Song Jiao didn't dare to disturb Wen Zhi's reading, so she ran over to stand with Chu Heng.

Just at this time, Wang Kuang and a group of people passed by below.

Chu Heng pointed: "Maomao, that's the one who just made a bet with you, his name is Wang Kuang."

Song Jiao put both hands on the window sill: "I know him, I saw him when I was young."

"Really? Stay away from him. He can't read well. He knows how to have fun all day long. He should be forced in by the family."

At this time, Wang Kuang and his friends had already entered Zhegui Tower.

Song Jiao said: "I thought I would never see him in Taixue, his family is..." Song Jiao paused: "A family of generals."

Behind him, Wen Zhi said lightly: "Originally he was from a family of generals, and he didn't like to study. I don't know why the second leader put him in the Taixue. Maybe there are enough generals in their family, and the second leader also saw that the civil servants have a lot of knowledge." How important it is to cultivate a civil servant for the family."

Chu Heng frowned: "Isn't this a waste of time? Rotten wood cannot be carved, doesn't the second master know how unsuitable his child is for studying?"

Wen Zhi asked back: "What's the relationship? Anyway, he is a descendant of the Wang family."

At this moment, the waiter in the restaurant brought up the dishes, so they stopped discussing this issue and sat down to eat.

Xiaoer brought up several dishes that Song Jiao had ordered, and brought up another plate. This was the fresh seafood he was talking about just now——

A few crabs.

"Young masters, please take your time." After saying this, Xiao Er went out.

Song Jiao took a crab and gently tapped the crab's shell with a small hammer, opening the crab's shell as if digging for a treasure.

Wen knew he didn't like crabs, so he gave him his own.Chu Heng is used to eating, and seeing that he likes to eat so much, he also gave him his share.

While eating, Wen Zhi suddenly put down his chopsticks and frowned: "Wait a minute, where is the smell of wine coming from?"

Chu Heng said casually: "You don't know? There is wine in that crab..."

Wen Zhi looked at Song Jiao in shock. Song Jiao held the crab leg in one hand and the crab shell in the other, with blushing cheeks.

Chu Heng suddenly came to his senses: "Wait a minute, maybe Maomao won't..."

Wen Zhi reacted quickly, took the crab away from Song Jiao's hand, and then patted his face: "Maomao? Maomao?"

Chu Heng asked in shock: "No way? Just a little?"

"He never knew how to drink."

"Then he has been to the northwest..."

"Then neither will he."

Wen Zhi pinched Song Jiao's face, don't get drunk, there is an exam on policy theory in the afternoon, we haven't had a showdown yet.

Song Jiao slammed down on the table, and Wen Zhi and Chu Heng, who were sitting on both sides, exchanged looks of "what should I do" and "how do I know what to do?"

The last two people urgently ordered a bowl of hangover soup from the restaurant, and expressed strong dissatisfaction with the restaurant's practice of not stating that there was alcohol in the dishes.

Chu Heng supported Song Jiao, opened his mouth, and Wen Zhi took the hangover soup and poured it down for him.

Hangover soup is useless, mainly because Song Jiao was woken up by choking.

He opened his eyes in a daze and looked at his friends: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Wen Zhi pulled him up, "We'll be discussing strategies soon, you accidentally fell asleep."

"Oh." Song Jiao rubbed his eyes, "I said why am I so tired, alas, it's really hard not to get enough sleep after a nap."

He tried to take two steps forward: "Eh? Where's my leg? Are you stepping on the ground?"

Chu Heng said: "The legs are connected under the waist."

Song Jiao said in a daze, "I seem to be stepping on a cloud."

Fortunately, Gui Tower was just across from Taixue, and two friends supported him, one on the left and one on the right, and finally brought him into Taixue.

Once inside, the two of them felt bad again.

The exam this afternoon was too grand. Who brought that luxurious guard of honor?

In the next second, Mr. Xie was in front of him: "Maomao, you're back after eating, what did you have for lunch? Is it delicious?"

Song Jiao looked up: "Hi—"

Master Xie frowned: "What did you eat?"

Wen Zhiruo said: "Your Majesty, it's our fault. We accidentally let Mao Mao eat...drunk crabs."

"You guys..." Mr. Xie quickly turned around before he finished talking, keeping Song Jiao behind him, "His grandpa is coming, hurry up and get out of the way, don't be seen by his grandpa."

Wen Zhi and Chu Heng surrounded Song Jiao, and they really saw Prime Minister Song walking towards here.

Master Xie opened his arms to protect Song Jiao behind his back.

Prime Minister Song didn't know what they were arguing about again, so he sighed, seeing his grandson from a distance seemed to be fine, so he let it go, and turned to talk to Mr. Liu.

Mr. Xie heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head and rubbed Song Jiao's face: "Oh, grandpa's little pity Maomao, how is it? Have you drank the hangover soup?"

Wen Zhi replied, "I've already drank it."

Mr. Xie said worriedly: "Is it still possible to take the exam? I can't even open my eyes. Why don't I take the exam another day? I'll invigilate the exam myself, and I'll go and tell them..."

Before the conversation was over, Song Jiao opened his eyes suddenly when he heard the word "examination", and his eyes shone brightly.

He sang it this time: "I'm ready! I'm ready!"

Thank you, Mr. Master:? ? ?

It's over, Mao Mao is crazy.

Prime Minister Song felt something was wrong and walked straight towards them.

"what happened?"

Song Jiao broke away from the support of his friends and stood on the spot, like a small cannonball, ready to go: "Grandpa, I'm ready."

"That...is pretty good?" Before Grandpa Song had time to think about what was wrong with his grandson, Mr. Liu rang the bell to start the exam.

Wen Zhi and Chu Heng quickly set up Song Jiao again.

"Grandpa Song, we're going to take the exam with Mao Mao first."

"Okay." Grandpa Song looked at their backs as they left in a hurry, always feeling that something was wrong.

Of all the previous exams, only the palace exam was invigilated by the emperor himself.

Theoretically speaking, a small exam for Taixue, of course, does not need to be attended by the Emperor of Labor.

But there is no way, who made this exam, Song Jiao, who is the most beloved by Mr. Xie?

In the main hall, there are small compartments separated by screens. In the compartments, there are desks and cases, and paper, ink, pens and inkstones on the desk cases. Students take exams in such small compartments.

Mr. Xie was sitting on the high platform in front of him, and he had a clear view of the situation below.

Song Jiao sat on the first seat from the left, her blushing didn't fade away, and it seemed that it was getting worse.The incense in front hadn't burned out yet, and it was still time to read the questions. Song Jiao pressed his hands on his knees and looked at the questions seriously—or maybe he didn't read anything at all.

Of course Prime Minister Song could see what was wrong with him, but he couldn't speak because of the exam.

Mr. Xie, while accepting his questioning gaze with a guilty conscience, looked at Song Jiao——

Maomao, come on, if you can't do it, just raise your hand and tell Grandpa Xie, Grandpa Xie will definitely resist the pressure and help you reschedule an exam.

But when the incense burnt out, Song Jiao still didn't raise his hand.

Mr. Liu rang the bell outside, and when everyone heard the bell, they started to answer with their pens and ink.

But Song Jiao still put his hands on his knees and remained motionless.

Mr. Xie was dying of anxiety, Mao Mao, hurry up, everyone else writes, why don't you write?It doesn't matter if you don't answer correctly, you filled the test paper!

The system also played music for him on the channel, while playing, shouted: "Mamao! Maomao! Wake up!"

But Song Jiao seemed to be isolated from all outside interference, just sitting in the seat without moving.

There was a constant rustle of pens being written in the hall. Looking at the motionless Song Jiao, even Prime Minister Song was helpless.

That's all, let's go to bed when you go to bed, even if you get zero points in the theory, you should get full points in the morning's oral and moral, so you won't be expelled from school.

Mr. Liu rang the bell outside, then came in, and lit another stick of incense.

There is still a stick of incense left.

Hearing the bell, everyone speeded up their answers, but Song Jiao didn't come back to his senses until this time.

He touched his nose, picked up the pen that was set aside, and dipped in the ink.

Thank you, Master Xie, and the system: Good boy, you finally moved.

Song Jiao picked up the pen and ink, and slowly wrote down a line of words.

Xie Laodao and the system: Cub, this is not going to be good, take your time, hurry up.

In the next second, Song Jiao held the pen, dipped in the ink, and started to speed up.

Cultural people: If you don't add points to the text, you can rely on horses to wait.

Old Master Xie: That pen is going to be worn out by Mao Mao, who will replace it for him?Mamao, write slowly, the paper seems to be sparked by you, and if the paper is burned, your writing will be for nothing.

Song Jiao lowered his head, expressionless, only his hands kept moving.

When there was still half a stick of incense left, many people put down their pens, but Song Jiao's hands kept moving, and the rustling sound was very clear in the whole hall.

Wen Zhi, who had finished writing, sat behind Song Jiao, thinking, no wonder people in the past used to drink when writing articles, it seems that Song Jiao hit him by mistake.

Mr. Xie is not so relieved, he is always on the way to worry.

Time is running out.

He stared at the stick of incense, while taking time to look at Song Jiao, burn it slower!Mao Mao, write faster!

Finally, when the sparks on the incense were extinguished and the ashes fell into the incense burner, Song Jiao also threw the pen in his hand aside.

He breathed a long sigh of relief: "Happy, I am the champion, and the champion is me!"

Mr. Liu walked up to him to collect the test paper, and covered his mouth by the way: "Don't disturb the order of the examination room."

Little champion Song Jiao: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

It didn't take long for Song Jiao's bragging about being the No. [-] scholar after drinking was spread by the students who were present at the time, some said that he had courage after drinking, or that he was just bragging.

It will take a few days for Song Jiao to know these things.

That afternoon, he was carried home by his grandfather. After returning home, he sobered up, and was taught a lesson by his grandfather. He wrote a letter of guarantee to pay attention to his diet. For the next few days, he stayed at home and studied hard.

Fortunately, soon, something helped him out.

The Taixue Examination released the rankings, and Song Jiao and Wen Zhi tied for the top spot.

Arranged according to the order of dots, horizontal and vertical strokes, Wen Zhi's name was originally in front of Song Jiao, but later, Mr. Liu printed out the first-class article and put it in Shijietang for people to read.

In fact, Song Jiao himself did not know how that article was written. It happened that many reasons collided together. He drank wine that day and just came back from the Northwest. .

But Wen Zhi had seen it, took a pen and rushed to the front of the red list, stepped on Chu Heng's shoulder, erased his name, and wrote it behind Song Jiao.

Song Jiao couldn't stop him, so he could only take a pen, and after he finished correcting, he also stepped on Chu Heng's shoulder, wanting to correct it again.

Wen knew: "Don't pity me, I am convinced that I lost."

Song Jiao explained: "I didn't, and I really admire you."

Chu Heng said: "Then put me on it."

Song Jiao thought for a while: "I know, I have a solution."

Song Jiao lay down on the list, blotted out the name that Wen Zhi added later, and wrote Wen Zhi's name between his own names, so the Taixue Red List became——

First place in the first class: Song Wenjiaozhi

Song Jiao was very satisfied, Wen Zhi was also very satisfied, Chu Heng, who was stepped on his shoulder twice, was very dissatisfied.

This word later became "Song Wen Friendship", which became an idiom, describing a literati friend who has a good relationship and recommends each other to be the first.

This is the first time Song Jiao feels that he is also writing history.