The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Hand over the captured people and the sorted evidence to the two grandfathers. The court is still negotiating with Qing Guo, so Song Jiao changed into Taixue clothes and started to attend classes.

By the time Pipazhou's memorial was delivered to Fengxiang City, the summer in Fengxiang City had already passed.

In the evening of that day, Song Jiao finished class: "Hurry up, hurry up, I won't be able to line up for dinner later..."

Song Jiao ran out of the main entrance of Taixue with a small schoolbag on her shoulders and a friend in one hand.

He hadn't gone far when two friends pulled him back.

"Ah?" Song Jiao turned her head.

Wen Zhi pointed to the front, and Song Jiao followed what he pointed and looked forward, and saw a strange soldier in armor, leading a horse, standing at the gate of Taixue.

Song Jiao saw him, and he also saw Song Jiao, walking towards Song Jiao: "Your Highness."

Song Jiao saw that his uniform should be the garrison of Pipazhou, so he asked, "What's wrong? What happened to Pipazhou?"

"No, the little one came to Fengxiang City to deliver the memorial and report to His Majesty." The soldier led the horse, "And General Xie, the little general asked me to bring something to His Highness."

Something, referring to the two bulging bags on the horse's back.

Song Jiao still hadn't come to his senses: "Little general?"

The soldier said: "Yes, brother Shen has been promoted."

Song Jiao counted with his fingers, it was too fast, he was the centurion half a year ago.

As expected of you, Xie Shen.

The soldier asked him, "Your Highness, do you want me to help put the things in?"

Song Jiao looked back, school was over, everyone was walking through the main entrance, they stood here, a bit eye-catching.

Song Jiao waved his hand and said, "No, I don't need to bother you."

The soldier hesitated and said, "But brother Shen gave you a little too much."

"It's okay, I..." Song Jiao stepped forward, wanting to hug the bag, "I can..."

He held his pockets with both hands, and finally gave up: "I can't, you come."

"Yes."

The soldiers drove the horse directly into Taixue and sent the things to Song Jiao's room.

Song Jiao didn't have time to unwrap the presents, so he asked the soldiers, "Are you free tonight? How about having dinner with us?"

"It's rare to go back to Fengxiang City, and I'm going home at night."

"Oh." Song Jiao nodded thoughtfully, "Alright, then I'll take you out."

"Your Highness is being polite."

"It's okay, I'm going to go out to eat with my friends. It's a bit confusing in Taixue. It's dark now, I'm afraid you can't find your way."

"Then thank you, Your Highness."

Song Jiao picked up the candlestick, lit the lantern, and went out with two friends and the soldier.

At this time, it was getting dark, and the students who moved faster had already returned after eating.

Holding the lantern, Song Jiao bumped into Wang Kuang head-on.

It's strange, usually he avoids Song Jiao, why did he bump into him today?

It wasn't until he approached that Song Jiao realized that he was not looking at himself, but at the soldier in armor.

Before he could speak, Wang Kuang's friends dragged him away.

"Brother, let's go, you almost bumped into His Highness."

"Brother, you said it yourself before, you can't provoke His Highness."

Only then did Wang Kuang come to his senses: "Oh, I..."

After his friends pulled him away, Song Jiao was a little puzzled, and Wen Zhi chuckled, "He's looking at the armor, no wonder it's from a family of generals."

Song Jiao glanced back, only to vaguely understand something.

Wang Kuang didn't like reading at first, but he was forced into the Taixue by his grandfather. Up to now, he couldn't help but approach the soldiers whenever he saw them.

It seems to be a little bit enchanted.

Song Jiao sent the soldiers to the gate, went out for dinner with two friends, and then returned to Taixue.

Taixue still had classes in the evening, and when Song Jiao came to the classroom, almost all his classmates had arrived.

Wang Kuang was leaning against the wall, sitting at the back, and two or three friends were sitting around, and a group of people were chatting.

My friends suddenly felt that something was wrong, and looked back.

"I'll go, brother, His Highness is watching you."

"Brother, really."

Wang Kuang looked back, met Song Jiao's eyes, then slid down and sat on the ground.

He quietly took a book from the table, covered his face, folded his hands together: "I can't see me, I can't see me."

Song Jiao folded his hands and strode forward, Wang Kuang's friends immediately sounded the alarm.

"Brother, get up, Your Highness is here!"

The next moment, Song Jiao was in front of them.

Wang Kuang and his friends almost screamed: "Your Highness, don't come here!"

Song Jiao put something in his hand on the table: "Wang Kuang, that soldier from Pipazhou just now, listen to us, you are a descendant of the Wang family, and you specially asked me to give you an arrow."

Indeed it is.

Wen Zhi just said "a family of military generals", which was heard by the soldier. The soldier knew that there were several masters in the bandit village. A bronze arrowhead was entrusted to Song Jiao to give to Wang Kuang.

If it weren't for this, Song Jiao wouldn't have come to talk to him.

When Wang Kuang heard this, he was obviously taken aback.He got up from the ground, picked up the arrow, and blew the dust that didn't exist on it.

"Then...then you thank him for me."

Song Jiao nodded: "Understood."

Wang Kuang lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Jiao looked at him, and suddenly felt that the people he hated when he was young are not so annoying when he grows up.

He was also influenced by adults at that time.

Song Jiao thought for a while, then said softly, "If you really want to join the army, why don't you go?"

Wang Kuang waved his hand and said, "Don't mention it, my grandfather..." He realized in an instant that the person in front of him was Song Jiao, and he adjusted his tone: "If you go back to Your Highness, my grandfather will not let you."

Song Jiao looked at him: "Why don't you fight for it? Brother Shen is also like this."

With friendly eyes and a firm tone, Wang Kuang held the arrow thoughtfully.

The class will start soon, Song Jiao returned to his seat and opened the book.

Song Jiao supported his head, and after reading two lines, he remembered the gift from Xie Chen.

He hasn't opened it yet, and he doesn't know what it is, two big bags, like selling groceries.

An hour later, the bell for the end of get out of class finally came, and Song Jiao was the first to stand up, throwing the schoolbag that had already been packed on his back, and ready to leave swaggeringly: "Friends, come with me!"

But the classroom was very quiet.

Song Jiao stood stupidly, staring at the old gentleman on the podium.

Then Wen Zhi and Chu Heng, who were sitting on both sides of him, took one of his hands and dragged him back.

Chu Heng whispered: "The get out of class is not over yet, Mr. Wu said that the get out of class will be over after finishing this article."

Oops.Song Jiao blushed, lowered her head, picked up the book, and covered her face.

The old man frowned: "It's like an arrow to return home? What treasure is hidden in the room? I'm afraid that the treasure will run away, so I hurried back to see it?"

Song Jiao lay on the table, shook her head, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "No, no..."

"Okay, let's go, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Song Jiao held the schoolbag in a regular manner, and slipped away from the teacher's nose like a little snail.

After walking out of the classroom, Song Jiao started to run.

He ran all the way back to the room, holding his sack of gifts, and circling on the ground.

Song Jiao opened the sack and took out various gifts from it.

When Wen Zhi and Chu Heng, who were walking behind, came back, the ground was already full of Xie Chen's gifts, Song Jiao was sitting among the gifts, and there was still a large sack that had not been opened, and the two friends had nowhere to stay.

The two friends pushed aside the presents, cleared a way, and walked cautiously inside as they visited.

There is another side to complain.

Chu Heng doubted his life all the way: "Isn't it? He gave you a clean sheep bone? Sheep bone? Did he wash it clean? Just give it to you?"

Song Jiao said: "It can be used for playing. Brother Shen and I used to play with it when we were young."

"Then what kind of bone is this?"

"It's a camel bone. Brother Shen has already ground it into a hairpin. I can wear it tomorrow."

"Don't you think you have a camel's ghost on your head..."

Song Jiao casually grabbed something and threw it at him: "Don't say it."

Chu Heng caught that thing, and was frightened and screamed: "What is this thing?!"

"It's not a human bone. He deliberately frightened me. It was pasted with paper." Song Jiao stood up and took the thing back.

"This is not a mass grave, can you take care of the feelings of the two single roommates?" Chu Heng strongly expressed his dissatisfaction, and turned to look at Wen Zhi, "Really, Zhi Duoxing?"

Wen Zhi's expression was light: "I'm used to it."

It's been more than ten years, can you not get used to it?

"Got it, got it, I'll put it away right away."

Song Jiao lay on the ground, wrapped his hands around, and gathered up all the presents on the ground.

That night, Song Jiao slept with the blanket given to him by Xie Chen, and Xie Chen was also lying in the tent in the northwest where the moon shone brightly.

It was just autumn in Fengxiang City, and the first snow fell on Pipazhou.

It happened to be Xie Chen's turn to lead the night watch today, he had only gone out on patrol once, and when he came back, he was covered with a blanket and leaned lazily by the side.

A group of soldiers chatted and laughed around the bonfire, and because of the snow, they were allowed to drink a little wine to keep out the cold.

Xie Chen was holding the silver wine bag, and was about to put it into his mouth when he heard the soldiers talking.

"I miss my wife."

"Isn't it? Old Deng, you can't do it. Every time it rains or snows, you miss your wife and are worthless."

"I'm just worthless, what's the matter? I miss my wife, I miss my wife. When it's raining or snowing, I should hug my wife and lie comfortably on the kang to talk. Why do I talk with you?"

"Hey, you're a bit too much, there are so many of us, we can't compare to your wife alone."

"Can that be compared? I'm not drunk, and all of you have your eyes covered with horse urine? Don't you want your wife?"

Xie Chen gave a low laugh, picked up the jug again, and took a sip into his mouth.

To keep out the cold in the northwest, strong wine is used. When the strong wine enters the throat, it rolls down the throat like a fire, and burns into the heart all the way to burn his lungs.

He wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, and couldn't help but think about it, when it was raining and snowing, he was lying on the kang talking with his wife in his arms.

It's not bad, this group of big bastards really think, it's a fairyland on earth.

Xie Chen remained calm, took another sip of wine, continued to listen to what they said, followed their words to think, hugged his wife, talked to his wife, and bullied her.

He took out a hair tie from his arms and wrapped it around his hands.

Xie Chen raised his hand, and touched the corner of his lips with the hair band, just like Song Jiao lying in front of him, biting the corner of his lips, and pushing his head against his head, like fighting when he was a child.