The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

It's really not Song Jiao's fault.

At night, a man, holding a horse, wearing armor and a hat with rabbit ears, stood on the other side of the corridor.

Everyone is afraid.

Song Jiao thought he was hallucinating, rubbed his eyes, turned around and prepared to go another way.

Then Xie Chen hugged him from behind.

Xie Chen was extremely wronged, he hugged Song Jiao, and shouted in his ear: "Wife!"

Song Jiao paused, and would call him "wife", as if there was only one person, so...

The one with the bunny ear hat...

Really are……

Thanks, Shen?

Mom!Song Jiao wanted to turn around, but was hugged tightly by Xie Chen.

Xie Chen turned his head and looked at Song Jiao's friends: "Are you going to class tonight?"

Song Jiao's friends spoke at the same time.

Wen Zhi nodded: "Yes."

Chu Heng shook his head: "No."

They gave completely different answers, Xie Chen thought for a moment and understood.

Wen Zhi is telling lies, he wants to prevent Xie Chen and Song Jiao from meeting.

Xie Chen lowered his face: "Zhi Duoxing, I have endured you for a long time."

After saying this, he put his arms around Song Jiao's waist, dragged Song Jiao away, walked out of the corridor, and then he turned around and said, "Mamao will come back to the palace with me tonight, please help me take a leave of absence, and I will treat you to dinner tomorrow. "

Chu Heng smiled and nodded: "No problem."

Wen Zhi still wanted to talk, but Xie Chen had already left with Song Jiao.

He turned to look at Chu Heng, obviously displeased: "You can't let Mao Mao go with him."

Chu Heng said: "But Mao Mao really wants to go with him."

"But you can't..."

"If you don't let Mao Mao go with him, should you let Mao Mao take him back to the room? How embarrassing are we two? Will they kiss each other?"

Wen Zhi's fist hardened.

On the other side, Song Jiao lifted his feet into the air and was dragged out of the corridor by Xie Chen. When he passed the place covered by tree shadows, Xie Chen lowered his head and lightly touched the rabbit ears on his hat.

When they got out of the shadow of the tree and walked to the brightly lit place, the two returned to their normal appearance and walked side by side on the road.

In the severe cold of the winter night, Song Jiao clasped his hands together, took off his gloves, and hung them around Xie Chen's neck for him to wear.

Song Jiao turned to look at him, her eyes were shining, and she asked with a smile, "Why didn't you wear gloves?"

"I brought it here and put it in the luggage, but I didn't take it out."

Xie Chen put both hands into a glove, Song Jiao saw it, put his hands together, and bumped him: "Don't wear it like this, it's too big, I will wear it again in the future."

"Oh." Xie Chen pulled out one hand in a regular manner, put the two hands into two gloves respectively, stretched them out in front of Song Jiao, and checked them for him.

Song Jiao was satisfied at this point, but after taking a look, he said, "Why are your hands still so big?"

He stretched out his hand, compared it with Xie Chen's hand, and did not take it back after the comparison. Just as he was about to clasp Xie Chen's hand together, he heard Xie Chen smile and say: "Little fat hand, you This little short hand."

As soon as Song Jiao heard this, he didn't want to hold hands with him anymore, brushed the floor, and took his hand back.

Xie Chen still doesn't know what he missed.

He looked at Song Jiao, still smirking: "Maomao, I'm hungry."

Song Jiao remained "indifferent": "Oh."

Xie Chen touched him, and said deliberately: "Maomao, I didn't eat dinner."

"Then shall we go out to eat? Or should we go back to the palace?"

"I went out to eat, and when I returned to the palace, my grandfather and my parents were disturbed."

Xie Chen stretched out his hand and took his arm, the two of them didn't speak any more, the silence was more than a thousand words.

Suddenly, Song Jiao stopped: "Wait a minute."

Xie Chen was dragged by him, and also stopped: "What's wrong?"

"Horse!" Song Jiao shouted, "Your horse!"

"Oh." Xie Chen remembered now, "Horse!"

The horse he rode over was still tied to the pillar in the corridor just now.

The two hurried back the same way.

Thanks to the horses being tied tightly, they didn't run away, so they waited quietly in place, and when they saw the two of them coming back, they let out a long breath to express their dissatisfaction.

Two little idiots!

It was so late, and the restaurants on the street were about to close, and the Tiantianju they often visited entertained them. The cook had already fallen asleep, so the guy who greeted the guests did the cooking himself, cooked two bowls of hot noodle soup for them, and slept for two A poached egg.

The hall had already blown out the lights, and re-lighted two or three candles. It was a bit dim, Xie Chen and Song Jiao sat in the middle of the hall, sucking noodles.

The guys sat beside them, waiting to collect the dishes, and dared to complain because they knew them well.

"Hey, my two highnesses, how can you come to eat in the middle of the night? It's so cold and so late, eat quickly, and go back early after eating."

Both of them concentrated on eating without answering.

The clerk said again: "It's been almost a year since I saw His Royal Highness, and it seems that he has grown taller again. This armor is really good, and he has the demeanor of a great general."

Song Jiao pressed the poached egg against the poached egg with chopsticks, and pressed the poached egg into the hot soup. When the poached egg was full of the soup, he picked it up and took a bite.

He was eating and had no time to talk, so he could only answer in his heart——

You wouldn't think so if you'd seen him in his armor and hat with rabbit ears.

Song Jiao couldn't help laughing, stuffed his mouth again, quickly lowered his head, almost buried his face in the bowl.

Seeing his appearance, the buddy thought he was upset. After all, the two Highnesses often disagreed, and bullying and bullying were common occurrences.

The waiter began to serve the water: "Your Majesty Mao Mao is also very good. Last time I got the first place in the Taixue exam, isn't it?"

Xie Chen ate so fast that he even drank the soup. He put down the bowl and waited for Song Jiao to finish eating.

Song Jiao was slow, and Xie Chen was not in a hurry, so he sat and waited for him with his hands folded.

The clerk said again: "The relationship between the two Highnesses is really good, it's so late, and they still come out together."

Xie Chen looked at the person in front of him, smiled lowly, and replied: "Well, the relationship is good."

After Song Jiao finished eating, the clerk took away the bowl, and the two put the money on the counter and left.

In the middle of the night, it was still snowing, the two of them tacitly didn't mention going back to Taixue or the palace, and just wandered around on the street.

Song Jiao had nothing to say: "Doesn't it mean that the genius is back?"

Xie Shen admitted generously: "I miss you, and I can't sleep at night anyway, so I just rushed back to see you."

He was so generous, Song Jiao felt embarrassed.

Now it was Xie Shen's turn to find something to say: "Are you going to class tomorrow?"

"Yes." Song Jiao nodded, "So I have to go back to Taixue later."

"Is it okay not to go back?"

"Then I can't make it in time tomorrow..."

Xie Chen took his hand: "I'll wake you up tomorrow morning, and I'll ride you off on horseback. We'll go back to Xiaodong Palace to sleep tonight, and I promise we won't be late."

Song Jiao thought for a while, then nodded, "That's fine."

Xie Chen helped him onto the horse, and then got on the horse himself, and the two rode together, and returned to the palace like this.

The two of them sneaked back to Xiaodong Palace in the middle of the night, they didn't want to disturb others.

The attendants of the Xiaodong Palace had been idle for a long time, and when they saw the two of them coming back, they were all overjoyed, surrounded them, asked their health, and waited for them to wash and change their clothes.

Xie Chen finally sent the group of people away, closed the door of the palace, and then turned to look at Song Jiao.

Song Jiao was sitting on the couch, took off his shoes and socks, and was about to wash his feet before going to sleep.

The water was a little hot, Song Jiao propped up his body, and performed a dragonfly touch of water in the wooden basin-tips of water.

"Oh!" He looked up and saw Xie Chen looking at him, and said, "Brother Chen, add some cold water to me."

Xie Chen stepped forward with the kettle in hand and poured some cold water into the basin: "Try it."

Song Jiao put his foot in: "It's still a little hot."

Xie Chen added a little more until Song Jiaolian said, "It's okay, it's okay."

Xie Chen put the kettle aside, sat down beside Song Jiao, and took off his shoes and socks.

Song Jiao hurriedly said: "No, it's too small, you can't get in, the water is overflowing..."

Xie Chen didn't care at all and insisted on washing his feet with him, but the result was that there was more water on the ground than in the basin.

Song Jiao was a little angry and pushed him: "Wait until you clean it up."

"understood."

Xie Chen turned his head and saw him, and couldn't help but open his arms to hug him, so he closed his arms, not wanting Song Jiao to fall to the side, and just avoided it.

Song Jiao fell on the couch, watching him giggle, Xie Shen paused, and then lay down on the couch like him.

Both of them were lying flat, neither seemed to be looking at each other, and seemed to be sneaking glances at each other.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Chen turned his head carefully and peeked openly.Song Jiao closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

Xie Chen asked: "Maomao, are you angry?"

"No." It turned out that Song Jiao was not asleep.

"Oh." Xie Chen got up lightly and approached Song Jiao.

When Xie Chen was lying next to Song Jiao, his face was very close, and when he was about to stick it, Song Jiao opened his eyes.

Xie Chen's approaching face stopped a little away from Song Jiao.

Xie Chen wanted to quibble.

He didn't want to kiss and rub, he just... saw something dirty on Mao Mao's face, but he couldn't see it clearly, so he got so close.

What a lame excuse.

Before Xie Chen could come up with a better excuse, Song Jiao seemed to know what he wanted to say, and replied, "Me too."

I miss you.Me too.

I want to kiss.Me too.

I want to rub.Me too.

This is simply the most effective sentence Song Jiao used to deal with Xie Chen.

In the emperor's bedroom, Mr. Xie was about to go to sleep. Fan Kai opened the door and came in, saying, "Your Majesty, the main hall of the Xiaodong Palace is lit."

"Brother Shen is back?"

"Yes, I'm back with His Highness Mao Mao."

"Really, I won't come here when I come back."

"It's so late, the two Highnesses must have thought that His Majesty was asleep, so they didn't come over."

Mr. Xie stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, looked outside, and smiled: "That's right, this is like a home."

Early the next morning, Xie Chen got up on time according to the routine of the barracks, washed and dressed, and then called Song Jiao up.

"Get up and go to class."

Song Jiao stared at him in a daze, Xie Chen pulled him out of the bed, put him on a chair, washed his face, almost rubbed off a layer of his face, and then Song Jiao completely woke up.

After the two of them had breakfast, Xie Chen slipped Song Jiaoti onto the horse and sent him to Taixue.

Xie Chen got on his horse: "I told you I wouldn't let you be late."

Song Jiao took the reins and called "Drive" softly, and the two of them left the palace.

Song Jiao dismounted in front of the Taixue Gate, holding two books in his arms, and looked up at him: "Where are you going later?"

"Go to the post house and pick up the envoy from Qing Kingdom." Xie Chen said, "Don't worry, I'll be back in the afternoon."

Song Jiao nodded: "Okay then, come back early."

The two separated like this, Xie Chen rode on the horse, saw Song Jiao's figure disappearing into the Taixue, and then rode away on the horse.

Song Jiao cheered up and attended class for half a day earnestly. When it was time to eat at noon, grandpa sent someone to look for him.

Song Jiao felt strange, walked out of the main entrance of Taixue, got into the carriage, and grandpa was waiting for him in the carriage.

"Mamao, are you coming?"

"Yeah." Facing his grandfather, Song Jiao felt a little guilty for no reason, after all, he only met Xie Chen last night, and it's wrong to fall in love early, although his grandfather had already found out.He paused, "What's the matter, grandpa?"

"Grandpa has something to ask you."

Song Jiao was taken aback, and quickly said, "Grandpa, tell me."

"This afternoon, the envoy of Qing Kingdom came to Fengxiang City."

"Ah."

"Grandpa's teacher, Mr. Gongyixiu, is an envoy of the Qing Kingdom."

"Ah?" Song Jiao asked in surprise, "Grandpa's teacher, how old is he this year?"

"Exactly 90 years old."

"Qingguo sent a 90-year-old old man to go to Qi as an envoy in a snowy day?" Song Jiao couldn't imagine such a thing, Qingguo was too unkind, how could he push a 90-year-old person out?

Song Jiao said seriously: "Grandpa, what do you want me to do? Let's keep Teacher Tai here, how about it?"

Grandpa Song touched his head and smiled wryly: "The teacher won't stay."

"That……"

"Grandpa is not convenient to come out for the time being. This afternoon, you will go to meet Mr. Gongyi. He is old. If there is anything, you should take care of him, just like you would take care of your grandfather."

Song Jiao agreed straight away: "Okay, no problem."

Grandpa Song said: "Grandpa here at Taixue will ask for a few days off for you. Originally, I wanted others to welcome you. Later, Grandpa thought about it and let you go. You are young, and Qingguo will not be too defensive. You, you are also thoughtful, grandpa can rest assured."

Song Jiao shyly said, "Grandpa has won the prize."

"Okay, then grandpa will reward you first, and now I will take you to have a big meal. When things are over, grandpa will treat you to another meal."

"Great."

Grandpa Song took him to Tianranju. When the clerk of Tianranju saw Song Jiao coming, he was about to joke with him: "Oh, Your Highness Mao Mao, last night with..."

He suddenly saw Song Jiao was winking at him vigorously, he understood, and quickly stopped talking: "Prime Minister, please here, please here."

After lunch in Tianranju, Song Jiao rested for a while, and Grandpa Song took him with him to the gate of the city in a carriage to wait.

Song Jiao was sitting in the carriage, a little stuffed, rubbing his stomach.

He casually asked, "Grandpa, how is Tai Teacher?"

Grandpa Song thought about it for a while: "I only remember his appearance decades ago, very elegant, with a goatee, personable, and well-educated. He also taught at Taixue in Qingguo before, and I was just his One of the students."

Song Jiao asked with a smile: "Then grandpa must be Teacher Tai's most proud student?"

"It used to be." Grandpa Song said, "It should have been when I was still a great historian in the Qing Kingdom, but later... later, it probably wasn't. Didn't Grandpa get demoted later? He was demoted seven times, and finally came to the Qi Kingdom , it’s definitely not the case now. Grandpa should be the student who disappointed him the most.”

"It's definitely not." Song Jiao sat up straight and said seriously, "Grandpa must still be the most proud student of Teacher Tai."

Prime Minister Song smiled wryly: "It's become like this. The teacher and the students are matching each other. When the teacher comes, I can't even go out to greet him. Why are we talking about being proud or not?"

Of course he couldn't go out to greet him.

Now it is the state of Qing who has something to ask of the state of Qi. In order to suppress the state of Qi, the state of Qing specially sent the teacher of the prime minister of the state of Qi as an envoy. Now, the teacher and the student are separated by the national border. Even if the imperial court bowed its head.

They all want to put the court at the forefront.

Song Jiao raised his hand and stroked his grandfather's hair: "Grandpa, don't be sad, we can meet in a few days, right? Otherwise, I will arrange it, and you can meet secretly."

Prime Minister Song smiled, and responded casually: "Okay."

There was silence in the carriage, and after an unknown amount of time, the attendant said from outside the carriage: "Prime Minister, Your Highness, the envoy has arrived, and there are still fifty steps left."

"Okay." Song Cheng responded, patted Song Jiao on the back, "Go."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Song Jiao got out of the carriage, turned his head to look, and really saw Qing's envoys.

Xie Chen was riding a horse. At the front, hundreds of Qi soldiers escorted them.

There were not many envoys from the Qing Kingdom, and they were stopped by the enemy along the way, and they were already exhausted after running around for days.All their luggage was lost on the road. They looked light and uninspired. They just drooped their heads, raised and lowered their feet subconsciously, and walked forward.

There was a carriage in the middle, which was also a bit worn out. The walls of the carriage were missing a corner and pasted with oiled paper. When the cold wind blew, the paper would rattle.

Song Jiao came forward with a dozen attendants and stood still at the gate of the city.

At this time, Xie Chen also brought people to the front, he reined in his horse and stopped, looking at Song Jiao.

Song Jiao secretly gestured to him, and walked to the carriage.

He bowed and saluted, with a clear voice: "Song Jiao, a student of the Qi State Imperial Academy, is here to welcome Mr. Gong Yixiu, the envoy of the Qing State."

The Qing people who followed him didn't know Song Jiao's identity, and they were dissatisfied when they heard that he reported himself as a student of the Imperial Academy.

But at this time, they have no room for dissatisfaction.

The old gentleman in the carriage was not too angry, raised his hand and opened the curtain, and walked out of the carriage.

Song Jiao looked up at him, and it was indeed as grandpa said, this old gentleman was very refined and had a goatee, but his beard was graying because of his age.

Song Jiao stretched out his hand to support the old man, and said: "Qi State has prepared the carriage and the post house for the envoys, and the students will take the old man there."

Gong Yixiu turned his head and faced him, looked at him with cloudy but still bright eyes, listened intently to what he said, and waited for him to finish before nodding his head, and replied: "Okay, little friend Song."

kid……

Little friend Song Jiao supported Mr. Gongyixiu and got into the carriage prepared by Qi State.

When getting into the carriage, Gong Yixiu turned his head and glanced at the location of Prime Minister Song's carriage.

At that time, Prime Minister Song was lifting the curtain and looking at this side.

He quickly put down the curtain, and Gong Yixiu quickly looked away, and with Song Jiao's support, he got into the carriage.

It was still Xie Chen leading the people to open the way ahead.

When they arrived at the post house, Song Jiao helped the old man get off the carriage and went back to his room.

Song Jiao supported Gong Yixiu, let him sit on the couch, and then said: "Your Majesty understands that the old man is exhausted, so let the old man rest in the post house for a day, and see the old man tomorrow."

Gong Yixiu still looked at him seriously, listened to what he said, and then nodded: "Okay." He paused, and then asked: "Dare to ask little friend Song, is my Seventh Prince okay?"

"Well, the Seventh Prince is fine."

"That's good."

"Then I'll go down first, and the old man will call me when he has something to do."

Gong Yixiu said, "I'm getting old and I can't move around anymore. They put my luggage outside the screen opposite. Can you please help me, Song, to help me over there? I'll go over and get two pieces of clothes."

Song Jiao said: "I'll help the old man carry it over..."

"No, no." Gong Yixiu waved his hand, "I'll just go and get it myself, please help me, little friend Song."

"Well."

Song Jiao could only help him up. Gong Yixiu, who was not slow when he came, walked very slowly this time. He was supported by Song Jiao with one hand, and the other hand always went to help others. Somewhere, after walking for a while, I just hold onto that thing to rest for a while, and while walking, I have to talk about what I have helped.

"Oh, the table."

"screen."

"basin."

Song Jiao always felt something weird, but couldn't tell.

Finally, the two of them walked to the box that Gong Yixiu brought. Gong Yixiu opened the box, took out two clean clothes from inside, and said to Song Jiao, "Young Song, you can go down and rest."

"Okay." Song Jiao was not at ease, and asked again, "I will be in charge of the old man's food and daily life in the post house for a few days. I am next door, and the old man can find me if he has anything to do."

"Okay, thank you."

Song Jiao wanted to live in the posthouse, so of course Xie Chen also lived in the posthouse.

That night, Song Jiao was doing his homework in the room, because Xie Chen was always teasing him by the side, which made him unable to hold his pen steadily. Life dragged on until midnight.

In the end, Song Jiao couldn't take it anymore, took his own hair tie, tied Xie Chen's hands together, and ordered him not to come and make trouble again, so that he could do his homework with peace of mind.

But he had only written two words when suddenly, there was a loud noise from the next room.

Song Jiao was taken aback, and reacted, she put down her pen, stood up, and ran outside.Xie Chen also got up quickly, took off the hair tie on his hand, put it in his arms, and followed him out.

The room next door was dark, Mr. Gongyixiu seemed to have fallen asleep, but the sound he heard just now...

Song Jiao wanted to go back and take a candlestick to have a look, but at this moment, the clouds opened and the moon was bright, and the moonlight shone through the window paper into the room. Song Jiao collided with Gong Yixiu who was standing in the dark in the room.

Gongyixiu asked: "Is it kid Song?"

Song Jiao nodded: "Mister, it's me."

He turned his head to look, and saw scrolls and memorials on the table, and the copper basin and wooden shelf on the ground had fallen, and the water in the basin had spilled all over the floor.

Gongyixiu asked softly, "I didn't break too many things, did I?"

Song Jiao shook his head: "No, I'll let someone clean it up."

"No, don't disturb the others."

"I'll let one person come over, the one who escorted you all the way here."

Song Jiao pulled Xie Chen over, Gong Yixiu thought about it, and nodded, "Then trouble him."

In the room, Xie Chen squatted aside, wiping the floor with a rag.

Gong Yixiu sat on the couch, Song Jiao lit a candle to check if he was injured.

It would be a big deal if the old man fell down.Grandpa asked him to take care of Teacher Tai, how could he hurt Teacher Tai?

Gongyixiu smiled, and patted the back of his hand: "I'm fine, I just woke up at night and wanted to drink tea, too lazy to light candles, and didn't see the way clearly."

Song Jiao glanced back at the books on the table, and didn't want to expose them, but Xie Chen was one step ahead of him: "There are still books on the table, judging from the direction from which the basin was overturned, you didn't come from the bed. "

Gongyixiu's face froze, and he lowered his eyes.

Song Jiao turned around and gave Xie Chen a "hush".

After a long time, Gongyixiu smiled and said lightly, "I can't see."

Although he had already guessed it, Song Jiao was still a little surprised when he heard him admit it.

"you……"

"My eyes became less and less clear ten years ago, but no one else knew about it." Gongyi Xiu still had a smile on his face, and his expression was light, "I usually live in seclusion in the mountains, and I have everything in the mountains and at home. It’s very familiar, and I often sit for a whole day, and my family doesn’t know about it.”

"This time, His Majesty invited me to go to Qi State. I couldn't refuse, so I had to come here. I was afraid of shaking people's hearts and exacerbating the civil turmoil in Qing Dynasty, so I dared not tell them that I couldn't see. This afternoon, I asked little friend Song to take me to the room. Walking around in the room, I probably memorized the furnishings in the room, but for some reason, it was knocked over."

Like a child who has done something wrong, he lowered his head and blinked.

Song Jiao's throat was a little choked, it had nothing to do with state affairs, but a little sad.

"Yes... they changed the place for the basin, you remember correctly."

Gongyixiu smiled: "It should be my memory is wrong, you don't have to blame yourself. Although the old man can't see, his ears and nose are still good. I can hear and smell. I have been reading all these years by relying on Smell. At the gate of the city this afternoon, is your grandfather there?"

Song Jiao nodded: "Well, he is sitting in the carriage..."

Wait a minute, Song Jiao suddenly realized, why "Grandpa"?Gong Yixiu knew from the beginning that he was Song Wenxue's grandson.

Gong Yixiu smiled and said: "He hasn't changed at all, the ink fragrance on his body is very strong, I can smell it even sitting in the carriage."

That's why when he got into the carriage, he turned his head and met Prime Minister Song exactly.

He smelled it.

Song Jiao asked: "Then how do you know that I am grandpa's grandson? Is it because they both have the surname Song?"

Gongyixiu said again: "Little Song also has a very obvious smell, um..." He mused, "It smells a bit like ink, and there's a lot of roasted lamb, right?"