The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao tugged on Grandpa's sleeve and called out "Grandpa".

Grandpa Song came back to his senses, raised his head, and saw someone coming.

With one hand on the table, he stood up and made a "see off" gesture to the person in front of the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Master, please go back first."

The old bandit glanced at the imperial decree and wine pot on the table inside, and lowered his face: "Is the emperor's imperial decree coming? Where are you going this time? Seriously, think about rebelling against me, who will be the emperor?" They are all emperors, anyway..."

Grandpa Song's expression became even uglier. He raised his hand again and said again: "Old Master, please go back first."

He picked up Xie Chen again, and put him outside the door: "You can come to Maomao tomorrow."

The wooden door was closed in front of him, and Mr. Xie was kicked out just like that.

Xie Chen said: "Grandpa, it's over."

Master Xie also sighed: "It's over."

He picked up Xie Chen, helped him put it on his shoulders, and prepared to take him home.

After walking out of the gate of the post house, Mr. Xie took off the wooden plaque hanging on his waist and threw it to the attendants waiting outside.

"Go, let Lao Wu lead the troops here, I still don't believe it, the duck in my hand can fly."

In the post house, Grandpa Song locked the wooden door, turned his head and waved to Song Jiao: "Maomao, let's go, Grandpa will boil water for you to wash your face first."

"it is good."

Song Jiao was dug up early in the morning to accompany his grandfather to receive the order. Later, his grandfather didn't seem very happy, so he didn't dare to make noise, so he could only sit next to his grandfather and feel sleepy.

At this time, grandpa opened his mouth, and he put down the puppy, and trotted to grandpa.

Grandpa Song picked him up and went to the kitchen.

Entering August, the weather in the northwest is getting colder and colder.

Grandpa Song boiled a pot of hot water, poured it into the basin, and mixed some cold water, washed Song Jiao's towel, pinched his chin, and wiped his face.

Song Jiao was sitting on the earthen stove, feeling warm all over. It would have been better if grandpa wiped his face more lightly.

He tried to struggle: "Grandpa..."

Grandpa Song wiped his hands again before letting him go, and washed his face with the water Song Jiao had used.

Song Jiao thought for a while and asked, "Grandpa, are we going to move again?"

Grandpa Song didn't answer, but said: "It's getting colder today, you go back to your room and put on two more clothes, and put on the newly made one with cotton."

"understood."

Song Jiao slid down from the stove. Grandpa Song pinched the little yellow dog's nape, lifted it up, wiped it with a towel, and handed it to Song Jiao: "Go."

Song Jiao hugged the little yellow dog, went out of the kitchen, returned to the room, opened the suitcase, and heard footsteps coming from the lobby.

The system leaned against the crack of the door: "Mamao, is there something wrong with Grandpa?"

Song Jiao casually put on her clothes, and ran over to have a look: "I don't know, did you see what was written on that yellow paper?"

One person and one dog were lying by the door, the system was helpless: "The eunuchs who delivered the decree have read it out."

Song Jiao bulged her cheeks: "I was sleepy at the time, so I didn't listen carefully."

"It's just a compliment to grandpa, saying that grandpa is the pillar of the country, and that the bandit rebellion must have nothing to do with grandpa. The emperor believes in grandpa, and the emperor even sent a pot of imperial wine to grandpa."

Song Jiao didn't understand: "Then why is grandpa unhappy?"

The system has already reacted.Perhaps the imperial decree is full of irony from beginning to end.Grandpa Song and General Wu are related by marriage. Now that General Wu has rebelled with the bandits, the emperor has no reason not to be suspicious.

Even if Grandpa Song is indeed steadfast from beginning to end, but the emperor is far away in the capital, in order to be on the safe side, it is difficult to use him again.

Moreover, the talent of the Great Historian of the Song Dynasty is known all over the world. If the emperor does not use him, I am afraid that no one will use him again.

Perhaps the deep meaning of that jug of wine lies in this.

But the system was just speculation, he raised his eyes to look at the innocent Song Jiao, and temporarily hid the speculation in his heart.

In the lobby, Grandpa Song picked up the imperial decree and wine jug, turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Song Jiao and the little yellow dog quickly followed.

The stove in the kitchen was on fire, Grandpa Song put the jug on the stove, and read the imperial decree several times by the light of the blazing fire.

As the system said, the imperial decree praised him from beginning to end, the pillar of the country, the pillar of the court.

But there was a sentence in the imperial decree, but the eunuch who delivered the decree didn't read it out, and the system didn't hear it, so he didn't relay it to Song Jiao.

That sentence is-

If you have the heart, you can choose by yourself.

Grandpa Song put the imperial decree into his arms, turned around, picked up the pot of wine, walked to the wall, and opened the sealed mouse hole.

He poured some wine on the ground in front of the mouse hole and waited for a while, but no mouse came out to eat. After thinking about it, he rolled up his sleeves, reached in and caught a mouse.

Song Jiao, who was peeking at the door of the kitchen, and the system gasped at the same time.

Grandpa catches mice with bare hands!

Grandpa Song pinched the mouse and asked the mouse to drink the wine that was spilled on the ground. The mouse just touched the wine and soon began to convulse.

Grandpa Song threw away the mouse, picked up the jug again, and poured a jug of wine on the mouse's corpse.

The gut-piercing poison even corroded most of the mouse's fur.

That's what it meant.

Liangzhou City has been captured by bandits, and the emperor can still send people to Liangzhou City to preach the decree. It's not that he doesn't know the situation of the Song Historian, and it's not that he doesn't know the intention of the Song Historian.

It is precisely because it is too clear that such a request can be made with confidence.

Song Shiguan is the most loyal courtier in the world.The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.

Song Jiao outside the door looked at the dead little mouse: "System, I understand." He pushed open the door and trotted forward: "Grandpa."

Grandpa Song responded, "What's wrong?"

Song Jiao hid behind him and whispered, "Grandpa, this is how the Liangshan hero in "Water Margin" died like this."

Grandpa Song came back to his senses: "It's okay, Grandpa won't die."

He threw the jug away, turned his head to wash his hands, and hugged Song Jiao: "Let's go."

If they want to survive, they have to leave immediately. The person sent by the emperor will definitely settle the matter before leaving. Even if he doesn't drink poisoned wine, someone will pour it on him later.

He was so dazed that he pinned his hopes on the emperor.

Grandpa Song held Song Jiao in his arms, and when he walked to the back door, he heard two people talking.

"The poison will kill you in three minutes. It's time to do the math. Let's go in and have a look. If the Song historian..."

Another person stopped him: "Wait a little longer, Song Shiguan is considered a decent person, so he must give him some time to change clothes."

The two sighed and stopped talking.

Grandpa Song covered Song Jiao's mouth, turned around and picked up the hatchet leaning against the wall, weighed it in his hand, and prepared to take Song Jiao out through the door on the other side.

But before he left, he heard the sound of orderly footsteps from far to near outside the door.

The two people outside the door were obviously a little panicked.

"Whose?"

"That bandit."

"No, it's too late to go in and have a look, just set it on fire."

As soon as the voice outside the door fell, the torch fell, and the flames sprang up from outside the door, followed the poured kerosene, and rushed out like a fire snake, enclosing the entire post house.

The people outside the door were afraid that the house would not be burned, so they threw a jar of kerosene into it.

After finishing these things, the two people outside the door ran away.

Grandpa Song pulled Song Jiao, avoiding the kerosene, and poured the water used for watering vegetables in the backyard tank on himself, and poured some water on Song Jiao and the puppy, then he picked up the bucket and slammed the bucket hard. He smashed on the back door, and after two or three hits, he smashed the locked back door open.

He picked up Song Jiao and held him tightly in his arms, and Song Jiao hugged the puppy tightly again.

The fire spread and thick smoke billowed. Grandpa Song wiped his hair and took two or three steps forward.

Song Jiao tugged at his skirt: "Grandpa..."

Grandpa Song took a look at him, and now he was too timid to leave, and when the fire got bigger and bigger, he couldn't leave anymore.

In the end, he rolled out of the fire with Song Jiao in his arms.

He hugged Song Jiao and rolled to the neighbor's wall. He didn't care about anything else. He first checked if Song Jiao was injured, and after confirming that he was unharmed, he realized that his leg had already been burnt extensively.

Song Jiao knelt beside him, cried and stretched out his hand, carefully touching his wound: "Grandpa..."

Grandpa Song leaned against the wall, raised his hand and touched his head: "It's okay."

Song Jiao turned to look at the little yellow dog again, and the little yellow dog was also burned, its head and tail were bald.

"System, is there any ointment in the mall? Can you get me some first?"

The little yellow dog ran up behind him and stuffed a tube of ointment into his hand: "This is for my own use, and I don't need points to exchange it."

Song Jiao thanked him, stretched his hands behind his back, the little yellow dog pressed the ointment with its front paws, and squeezed it onto his hands.

Grandpa Song was in severe pain, covering his eyes with his arms, panting against the wall.Song Jiao carefully opened his trouser legs, and gently applied the ointment.

"Grandpa, if I touch it for you, it will feel better."

Grandpa Song didn't think much about it: "It's much better, thank you Maomao, Grandpa doesn't hurt anymore."

Song Jiao was applying ointment to his grandfather with tears in his eyes, when suddenly not far away, a bandit shouted loudly: "Here! Here! We found it!"

Grandpa Song suddenly opened his eyes, leaned on the wall to barely stand up, and hugged Song Jiao again: "Let's go."

He dragged his injured leg, and before he could take a step, he heard an angry shout from behind him.

"Damn it, it's here!"

Master Xie strode forward and grabbed Song Shiguan: "I thought you were dead inside!"

Song Jiao turned to look at him, and was about to say, "My grandpa is injured, don't be so fierce", but saw that the old bandit was also naked, half of his beard was burned, and his face looked smaller .

He was speechless.

The old bandit even wanted to save them.

Song Jiao burst into tears: "Thank you Grandpa Shen, my grandpa was injured..."

Master Xie looked down, and said softly: "Okay, let's treat the wound first." He glanced at Song Shiguan: "It's okay if you don't help me, just treat me as a good deed, and the bandits do good deeds, okay? "

After he finished speaking, he waved to his subordinates, then took Song Jiao over, held him in his arms, and wiped away his tears and snot.

Grandpa Song treated the wound briefly, bandaged it up, and leaned on the wall to stand up.

The old bandit waved his hand, and several subordinates immediately stepped forward and carried him into the sedan chair.

At this time, Xie Chen also walked around from the front door of the post house: "Grandpa, the fire ditch has been dug, and it will not burn to other places, but the person who set the fire used kerosene, so the fire can't be extinguished, and can only wait for the fire to burn slowly." over."

Mr. Xie nodded his head: "Okay, let's wait until it burns out, let's go home."

The four bandits lifted up the sedan chair that Grandpa Song was riding in. Master Xie held Song Jiao with one hand and Xie Chen with the other, and walked beside the sedan chair.

Xie Chen looked up and saw Song Jiao who looked like a cat. He smiled and made a face at Song Jiao: "Little crying bag."

Song Jiao wiped his red eyes, and before he could speak, Mr. Xie clicked his tongue dissatisfiedly at Xie Shen. He lifted Song Jiao and put him on his shoulder.

Song Jiao exclaimed in surprise, "It's too...too high!"

Xie Chen stuck out his tongue at him again: "Coward."

Master Xie knocked him on the head to tell him to shut up, and helped Song Jiao steady: "It's okay, just sit down."

Suddenly, a square-folded piece of bright yellow silk was handed to Mr. Xie.

Mr. Xie didn't quite understand. He looked at the silk, and then at Mr. Song who was holding the silk.

Mr. Song leaned on the sedan chair with a calm expression, and handed him the imperial decree.

The old bandit took the imperial decree, shook it off, looked at it casually, and hadn't finished reading it. I don't know whether it was intentional or not. When a gust of wind came, he let go of his hand, and the imperial decree was blown into the fire by the wind.

He grinned, and clasped his fists at Mr. Song: "The military commander accepts my worship."