The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Chen Su held the long sword, stood it on the ground, and dragged his injured leg to crawl forward.

After only yelling twice, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and fell back again.

Li Xu was in his own room, very relaxed, wearing a jacket, knocking on sunflower seeds, and holding a handful of sunflower seeds in his hand.

Such a scene, saying that he is an assassin, no one will believe it.

He didn't intend to kill Li Xu at first, and he hadn't asked about many things, such as who Li Xu knew in the Qing Kingdom and where he had been.

He originally wanted to wait until a few days before returning to the capital of Qing Kingdom before killing him.

Just now, I only felt my blood rising for a while, and when I saw the long sword, I drew it out.

Chen Su covered his forehead with his cold hands and continued to deal with the aftermath.

Chen Su changed Li Xu's clothes, covered his face, and replaced the melon seeds in his hand with daggers.

Then he pushed several vases to the ground, knocked down all the tables, chairs and benches, and then shouted outside: "Catch the assassin! Catch the assassin!"

The guards rushed in quickly, following the direction of Chen Su's finger, and saw the assassin who was dying.

They may feel that this assassin looks familiar, but the Seventh Prince's injury is obviously more worthy of their attention.

The guards wanted to get closer and help the Seventh Prince up, but he waved his hand: "Take the assassin down and bury him on the spot... No, blow his bones and ashes."

"This..." the guards asked suspiciously, "Your Highness, don't you want to check his background? What if..."

"No need." If they really found out, how could Chen Su stay any longer?He paused, and said, "Now that the situation between the two countries is in critical condition, and the civil turmoil in Qing Dynasty has not yet settled, don't bother the emperor with my trivial matters."

His father yelled naturally.

"Yes." The guards nodded, divided several people to carry the body, and then helped him, "How is your highness injured? Little ones, help your highness out?"

Chen Su suddenly laughed, turned over and lay flat on the ground.

He laughed.

The guards were frightened by him and backed away again and again.

The room was brightly lit by candlelight, Song Jiao was still lying on the bed, Xie Chen was holding him, his head was still pressed against his heart, fearing that he might crush him, he held back his strength a little.

Xie Chen has stopped crying, but his eyes are still red.

Song Jiao raised his hand, ran his fingers through his hair, and stroked it.

He smiled and said, "Brother Shen, you are crying."

"Yeah." Xie Chen turned his head and turned to the other side, not showing him his face, but still sticking his ear to his heart, listening to his heartbeat.

Song Jiao said, "But I didn't cry."

Xie Chen didn't answer, Song Jiao thought he was angry, and touched his head again: "Okay, I cried too."

Xie Chen still didn't speak, Song Jiao pushed him: "I want to drink water, but I'm still a little hungry."

Hearing this, Xie Chen immediately sat up, turned to pour water for him, and called again: "Come here."

Song Jiao still felt very uncomfortable, being supported by Xie Chen to sit up, his hands were weak, and he couldn't even hold the teacup.Xie Chen helped him hold the teacup and fed it to him slowly.

After drinking half a glass of water for a long time, Song Jiao pushed Xie Chen's hand away before he finished drinking it.

Then Xie Chen picked up the porridge bowl, stirred it with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to Song Jiao's lips: "Eat a little."

Song Jiao only ate half a bowl before pushing his hand away.

Xie Chen was about to speak: "Eat a little more..."

Song Jiao interrupted: "I'm still a little dizzy."

"Oh." Xie Chen turned his head and called several doctors in, "Look again, Mao Mao said he was a little dizzy."

Xie Chen sat on the bed and sat with Song Jiao.

An old doctor checked Song Jiao's pulse, and several doctors asked questions in a soft voice. Xie Chen put his arms around Song Jiao, let him lean in his arms, and repeated the questions of the doctors in a soft voice.

Then Song Jiao answered, and Xie Chen conveyed Song Jiao's answer.

It was clearly face to face, and Xie Chen had to convey it on his behalf.

Then the oldest doctor stood up and made a bow: "Your Highness was shocked, take a good rest these few days, I will prescribe some medicine later to calm down."

Xie Chen said seriously: "Okay, then I will trouble you."

"Your Highness is very polite."

The attendants left their things in the room and withdrew.

Xie Chen picked up a bowl of porridge again: "Drink some more? This is coarse grain."

Song Jiao shook his head: "I don't want to eat."

Xie Chen changed another plate of snacks: "Then eat this little bun."

Song Jiao still shook his head: "I don't want to eat."

When Xie Shen picked up the third piece of food, Song Jiao held his hand: "Don't eat it, I'll eat it later, I want to talk to you."

With the candlelight shining, Xie Chen blushed a little.

He sat on the bed, Song Jiao still had no strength, so he hugged his arm and leaned his head on his shoulder.

Song Jiao felt so at ease that she would not be swallowed by the darkness outside the window.

Song Jiao was lazy and didn't want to talk, so Xie Chen talked to him gently, completely different from the Xie Chen who killed people this afternoon.

"That traitor... I didn't expect such a person to appear in the army. He has already dealt with it, and the army will have to rectify it in a few days."

"Ah."

"I've already told Grandpa about the matter, and I'll wait for Grandpa to make a decision."

Song Jiao looked up at him: "What decision?"

Xie Chen thought about it, but didn't say it clearly, for fear that Song Jiao would think too much: "It's nothing, it just depends on how to deal with the follow-up matters."

"Well, let's wait for Grandpa to deal with it." Song Jiao lowered his eyes, a little tired.

Xie Chen knew he was sleepy, but he had to take medicine later, so he could only talk to him to cheer him up.

"Would you like some soup? I made them make soup."

"Do you feel cold? Would you like another blanket?"

"When you were sleeping last night, you yelled 'system' 26 times, and you only yelled me [-] times. Do you think I am not as good as that big yellow dog in your heart?"

Song Jiao couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

"No." He sat up, holding Xie Chen's chin with both hands, "Calling 'system' is to tell the system to save me quickly, calling 'Xie Chen'..."

"What is it?"

"To tell Xie Chen to be more careful." Song Jiao withdrew his hand and looked away, "I dreamed that you went crazy alone, so I want you to be more careful, don't be so impulsive, and get hurt easily."

Xie Chen smiled, the two of them met their gazes, and then the attendant knocked on the door outside: "Your Highness, it's time for your Highness to drink the medicine."

"Okay." Xie Chen touched Song Jiao's ears, then got out of bed to get the medicine.

Bringing in the decoction and candied fruit together, Xie Chen picked up the medicine bowl and stirred it.

Song Jiao pinched her nose: "It stinks, it smells bitter, I don't want to eat it."

Xie Chen was noncommittal, and when the soup in the bowl became warm, he said, "If you don't want to eat it, then do you want to try mouth-to-mouth feeding?"

Song Jiao was stunned: "Ah..."

Xie Chen said: "It's written like this in the scriptures, do you want to try it?"

Song Jiao shook his head vigorously: "No, no, no..."

Seeing that he seemed to believe it, Xie Chen raised his eyebrows again: "Then do you still remember how you took medicine when you were unconscious?"

Song Jiao gasped, and Xie Chen stuffed the medicine bowl into his hand: "Hurry up and take it yourself, I'll count to thirty."

Song Jiao pinched his nose, took a small sip tentatively, then immediately put the medicine bowl away, and said weakly, "Candied fruit...I want candied fruit..."

"Only after eating." Xie Chen thought for a while, "I'll give you another sip."

Song Jiao could only take another sip, Xie Chen picked up a small piece of preserved fruit, broke off a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Jiao paused for a while, and then took a few more sips slowly.

Xie Chen said: "Be obedient when you are in a coma."

Song Jiao patted him: "You are not allowed to say."

"Hurry up, I've counted ten, and I have twenty more."

Song Jiao quickly picked up the bowl again.

Xie Chen counted slowly, and when the number reached No. 30, it happened that Song Jiao also finished drinking the medicine.

Xie Chen took the empty bowl away and gave him the candied fruit: "When you fell asleep, you poured it spoonful after spoonful, you're good."

Song Jiao held candied fruit in her mouth: "Ah? No..."

Xie Chen looked at him pretending to be upright, his little face flushed, he returned the candied fruit to Xie Chen, and then pulled the quilt to lie down: "I'm going to sleep."

Xie Chen lifted the quilt, picked him up together with the quilt, straightened him up, and let him sit on the bed.

"Just finished taking the medicine, rest for a while before going to sleep."

After a while, Song Jiao was brushed and washed before being allowed to go to sleep.

Xie Shen went down to blow the lamp, blowing out two or three candles, and then heard Song Jiao's muffled voice coming from under the quilt.

"Brother Shen, keep one."

"I know." Xie Chen brought a candle to the table beside the bed and put it away.

Song Jiao is very afraid of the dark, and what happened this time will only make him more afraid of the dark.

After putting down the candlestick, Xie Chen heard Song Jiao's voice again.

"Brother Shen, come here quickly."

Xie Chen responded, then lifted the curtain and got on the bed.

Before he could lie down, Song Jiao came up with the quilt, covered him with the quilt, and hugged him.

Song Jiao bravely admits his shortcomings.

"I'm a little scared."

Xie Chen held his hand: "Don't be afraid."

He was really frightened, Song Jiao didn't sleep well, he would be awakened from time to time, then he touched Xie Chen's waist, hugged him again, breathed a long sigh of relief, and continued to sleep.

Coincidentally, every time he woke up, Xie Chen was also awake.

In the second half of the night, he woke up frequently for an hour, and Xie Chen was also awake, with his eyes open, very energetic.

Xie Chen asked him: "Can't sleep?"

"Yeah." Song Jiao nodded, "A little bit."

Xie Chen thought for a while and said, "I cried."

Song Jiao was puzzled: "Huh?"

"When you passed out, I cried all day."

Brother Shen has been crying all day, if this kind of thing is changed, Song Jiao would laugh out loud now.

But now, Song Jiao couldn't laugh at all.

Xie Chen said: "I thought a lot at that time, I thought, why it happened to be today, I didn't accompany you, I obviously only walked away for less than half an hour."

Song Jiao hurriedly said: "It's not your fault, it's because I didn't pay enough attention..."

"What I think the most is that I really love you, and I don't even know it myself."

Song Jiao stopped talking, and silently pulled the quilt up, trying to hide himself.

He felt that he was getting hot again, and he was about to sweat.

Xie Chen held his hand, uncovered the quilt, lowered his head, and said softly: "Brother Shen really loves Mao Mao, it's love, not just liking."

Song Jiao who was hiding under the quilt must have heard it.

I don't know how long it took before he raised his head and said, "I love you very much, too."

After saying this, Song Jiao slept until dawn, safe and sound.

In the early morning of the next day, Chen Su boarded the Qingguo City Tower, and threw Li Xu, who was already battered and ashes, off the tower.

From now on, he will be the Seventh Prince of Qing Kingdom.

In a few days, the emperor of Qi State marched in person, and Chen Bing was on the bank of the Ma River. Qing's domestic chaos was still uncertain, and foreign enemies were added, and he was in a hurry for a while.

During these days, Song Jiao had been recuperating from illness, and had no idea what was going on outside.

After all, Xie Chen was with him every day, so it didn't look like he was about to start a war?

And recently, Xie Chen's IQ has been declining.

In front of Song Jiao, he often—

"Who is the little rabbit Mao Mao? Who loves Mao Mao the most? It's me, brother Shen loves Mao Mao the most!"

Song Jiao closed her eyes helplessly and fell asleep peacefully.

After Xie Chen put him to sleep, he stopped saying these childish and weird words.