The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao stood there in a daze, his whole body was cold, until the crown prince let him go.

But even if he was loosened, Song Jiao couldn't take a step. His legs and feet were weak, and he was about to fall to the ground.

The prince gave him a hand, and he regained his senses.

Song Jiao ran back to the room again, when Grandpa put down his sleeves.

Grandpa Song's face became even paler, and the corners of his lips curled up again, and he smiled at him.

Song Jiao stepped forward and held Grandpa's withered hand.

Grandpa Song said to him, "Don't cry."

After the crown prince came in, Grandpa Song asked softly, "Where did Mrs. Xie rush to?"

The prince tried his best to maintain a calm expression: "Go back to the prime minister, the father is already on his way back, and he should be there in two or three days."

Grandpa Song laughed lightly, as if he was not worried about anything, and said calmly, "OK."

Song Jiao gave all the detoxification pills that the system took out from the mall to the doctors, and asked them to see which ones could be used.

The doctors had already given up hope, but Song Jiao was determined. They looked at Song Jiao's red eyes, and looked at several medicines with the mentality of giving it a try.

Their brows were tightly furrowed, and none of them wanted to come out and say harsh words to Song Jiao.

Taking the detoxification pills would at most relieve the pain, so that the prime minister no longer had to use bloodletting methods to support him. The poison had already penetrated into the bone marrow and could not be pulled out.

They refused to say, so Song Jiao thought, Jiedu Pill must be useful, besides, after taking Jiedu Pill today, Grandpa looks much better.

Song Jiao cut the oil paper into small pieces, wrapped the detoxification pills that grandpa would take every day, and saved them every day, every month, every year, so that they could be given to grandpa slowly in the future.

Grandpa Song watched him work so hard, but he didn't say anything, and let him go.

He always had to do something so he wouldn't be so sad.

Song Jiao stayed by Grandpa's bedside all the time, and when the time came, he would serve Grandpa to drink water and take medicine, and eat with Grandpa.

When Grandpa Song was in better spirits, he would dictate something, and others would take a pen and paper and write down what he said.Song Jiao would never remember it, and nothing happened to his grandfather, he would tell what happened in the future, so he didn't need to write it down.

That night, Song Jiao wiped his grandfather's face and hands, and fed him a dose of detoxifying pills.

"Grandpa, I want to sleep with you tonight."

Act like a baby like a child.

Grandpa Song nodded: "Yes."

Song Jiao lit a candle and placed it in the outside room. The dim candlelight shone in faintly and cast it on the ground in front of the couch.

The fur on the old yellow dog's body has lost its luster, and the candlelight adds a warm light to it.It lay on the ground in front of the bed, crossed its body, as if guarding them.

Song Jiao covered Grandpa with a blanket, and then lay down outside the bed.

"I'm going to sleep outside, or Grandpa will fall."

"Ah."

Such a scene seems familiar, I don't know how many years ago, it was the same.

Grandpa Song was injured and was lying on the bed. Song Jiao slept with him and asked who he wanted outside.

At that time, Song Jiao was still so small that Grandpa Song could lift him up with one hand and put him inside.

Song Jiao lay down well, and patted on the heart for grandpa: "Grandpa, go to bed quickly, do you want to hear a story? A bedtime story."

Grandpa Song said, "Say it."

"Then I will tell grandpa a story about the three little pigs. Once upon a time there were three little pigs who wanted to build a house. The first little pig..."

Song Jiao has also grown up, and she is able to tell the stories very proficiently after reading the picture books given by the system.

After telling the story, Song Jiao glanced at his grandfather, who was already asleep.

The next morning, Song Jiao woke up and saw that Grandpa Song's complexion had improved a lot, and he was slightly relieved.

After Grandpa Song woke up, Song Jiao said, "I'll fetch water for Grandpa to wash his face."

He quickly returned to the couch, wrung out the towel, and gently wiped his grandfather's face, for fear of hurting him.

After washing his face and rinsing his mouth, Song Jiao took out a small comb and combed his grandfather's hair. After combing his hair, he combed his beard.

Grandpa Song's beard only has a few sporadic white spots, and he doesn't look old at all.

Song Jiao gently combed Grandpa's beard neatly, then put the comb away.

Grandpa Song said: "Mamao, in a few days, you can help Grandpa dye his hair and beard."

Song Jiao pursed her mouth: "Grandpa dyed it himself, it got black on his hands, it's very difficult to wash, grandpa dyed it himself."

Grandpa Song nodded helplessly: "Okay, dye it yourself, grandpa dye it yourself."

All day today, Grandpa Song has been in good spirits, and Song Jiao seems to have seen a little hope.

Before going to bed that night, Song Jiao opened the small box containing hundreds of detoxification pills, took out a paper bag from inside, opened it, melted it in warm water, and fed it to grandpa.

Song Jiao said: "Grandpa looks a lot better today, after this box is finished, Grandpa will be fine."

Grandpa Song nodded: "Yes, Grandpa will be fine once this box is finished."

Song Jiao thought for a while, and then said: "I got drunk from eating drunk crabs last time, and grandpa even asked me to write a guarantee letter, promising to pay attention to my diet in the future. When grandpa gets well, grandpa will also write a guarantee letter."

"Okay, grandpa will write too."

Song Jiao smiled, climbed onto the bed, and covered herself and grandpa with quilts.

It was still the same as yesterday, with candles lit outside, and the big yellow dog lying on the ground.

Song Jiao asked again: "Grandpa, do you want to hear a story? A bedtime story."

Grandpa Song didn't speak, Song Jiao said, "Then I'll tell Grandpa a story about a little rooster..."

But Grandpa Song said: "Maomao, where did you hear these stories? In all these years, Grandpa has never seen a book with 'Three Little Pigs' or 'Little Rooster'."

"I..." Song Jiao pursed the corners of her lips, "I saw it in a dream."

"Really?"

"real."

"Then what else is in your dream?"

Song Jiao looked up at Grandpa, met his clear eyes, and the system did not stop him.

"I have been dreaming for five years. There is no grandpa in the dream, and there are no other grandpas. There is only a kindergarten grandpa. Kindergarten is a place where children without family members stay. There is a blue house in the dream, and I play with other children I can say jingles, sing nursery rhymes, tell stories, and fold east, west, and north. Then I died and woke up from the dream. When I opened my eyes, grandpa was by my side."

Grandpa Song nodded: "I see."

"Grandpa, did you already know?"

As early as when he was five years old, he pestered his grandpa to tell stories that did not exist in this world, wanted to play with things that did not exist in this world, wanted to eat foods that did not exist in this world, and even pestered his grandpa to tell him that he wanted to play with his mobile phone.

It was impossible for Grandpa Song not to suspect that overnight, when his grandson talked about so many strange things, it was like a different person.

Song Jiao didn't dare to look at him: "Grandpa, don't be angry, I didn't mean not to tell you, the system didn't let me tell you. But he said, I am the same person as the five-year-old Song Jiao, and I am your grandson. "

"Yes." Grandpa Song nodded, "It's the same person."

Song Jiao raised his head.

Grandpa Song said: "It is indeed the same person. When you were just born, a fortune teller said that your soul is incomplete, and you will not return to normal until you are five years old."

"That……"

"You often hug and talk to the system. The two of you often hide in the corner and steal snacks. You steal snacks and don't like to wipe your mouth. Once you fell asleep while eating, and half Holding a biscuit in his hand, grandpa took half a biscuit and traveled all over the capital of Qing Kingdom, but he couldn't find a shop selling this kind of biscuit. Grandpa knows you too well, you won't lie at all."

Song Jiao's eyes were already blurred with tears.

At that time, he thought he was covering up seamlessly, and in front of Grandpa Song, he was just a child having fun.

Grandpa Song looked at him, raised his hand, and pinched his face lightly: "You're talking now, but before you were five years old, you were a little dumb."

How could grandpa not see it?

How could grandpa not see it?

From the moment Song Jiao called "Grandpa", Grandpa Song recognized it.

But he never mentioned it to Song Jiao. When Song Jiao accidentally showed his feet and covered up in a panic, he chose to turn a blind eye.

Grandpa Song was afraid of frightening this grandson who had been lost for five years and found his home with great difficulty.

"grandfather……"

"Don't be afraid, don't cry." Grandpa Song helped him wipe away tears, "Grandpa will always love Mao Mao."

That night, Grandpa Song's situation took a turn for the worse.

Song Jiao panicked: "It's clear that tomorrow is fine, obviously tomorrow is fine..."

The doctors hinted at him, trying to make him understand that there is another word in this world called——

Back to light.

The small room was crowded with people, but everyone was silent, and they walked in and out without making a sound.

The doctors administered needles to Grandpa Song, while Song Jiao stood aside, staring nervously at the bed, while the old yellow dog lay at his feet, also lazily.

Not long after, the doctors put away the silver needles, and Song Jiao hurriedly asked, "Is it all right? Is this all right?"

The doctors glanced at him with what they thought was a clear look.

Song Jiao froze in place, refusing to think about what they meant.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and something fell to the ground.

Song Jiao turned around to look in a daze.

It was the box containing the antidote pills. He put it on the table and was knocked over by a passing attendant.

The box fell to the ground, and the carefully packaged detoxification pills were scattered all over the floor.

The attendants quickly squatted down to pick it up, and Song Jiao wanted to run over to pick it up, but was stopped by others because he was too sad.

He doesn't look good.

Song Jiao tried to break free from the shackles and went to pick up the pills, and said directly: "System, buy some antidote pills from the mall... and buy some more from the mall, please, please..."

The attendants held him back, and the system could only respond: "Okay, okay, don't cry, I'll give you everything, I'll give you everything."

Song Jiao was held down, others thought he was going to make a noise, but when Song Jiao saw his grandfather lying on the bed, he immediately calmed down again.

Shh, grandpa is sleeping.

Everyone withdrew, and Song Jiao stayed by his grandfather's bed all night by himself.

When it was getting dark, there was a sound of hurried footsteps and the sound of armor rubbing outside the door, and then the door was opened, and Grandpa Song on the couch seemed to sense it and opened his eyes.

Song Jiao called out in surprise: "Grandpa..."

Grandpa Song's voice was even lower than before. If he didn't see his lips moving, almost no one would know that he was talking.

He raised his hand and touched Song Jiao's cheek. The next second, Mr. Xie, who still had morning dew on his armor, came to the bedside.

With a "plop", Mr. Xie sat down on the floor in front of the couch. With an anxious expression on his face, he tightly held Prime Minister Song's hand and called out, "Prime Minister."

Prime Minister Song's drooping eyelashes trembled: "Your Majesty, the unification of the world is unfinished, and I have to take a step first."

Mr. Xie had a lump in his throat, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense, it's cured, it's cured."

Prime Minister Song continued: "After I leave, there is no need to mourn. Your Majesty, don't read it. War is the most important thing."

He paused, regained a little strength, and began to speak: "Your Majesty, please pay more attention to the war. Your Majesty is more than brave, but not resourceful. You must think twice before marching."

"Don't talk, save your energy." Mr. Xie definitely didn't listen.

"You can ask the prince about state affairs. The prince is loyal and steady." Prime Minister Song coughed, but quickly held back, "Your Majesty and the prince and his son are of one mind, and we can expect to rule the world."

Master Xie held his hand tightly: "I don't want it, I don't want it, I will ask you."

Prime Minister Song smiled: "The biggest regret in my life is that I wasted 40 years and only met Your Majesty at the age of 40. My confidant in a foreign country, I hate seeing each other too late. Counting on my fingers, it's only ten years."

Master Xie nodded quickly: "Yes, ten years, ten years is not enough. I order you, get better, come for another ten years, come for another ten years."

Prime Minister Song still had a smile on his face, and looked up at Song Jiao: "There is one more regret, Mao Mao is only seventeen... I can't see Mao Mao's crown..."

Master Xie said: "I can see it."

"I can't see it anymore..." Prime Minister Song said, "Take out that white jade crown from my box."

Master Xie turned his head to order his attendants, but after thinking about it, he went up to get it himself.

He quickly came back with the white jade crown: "Ask for learning, ask for learning, here we come."

"Mao Mao..."

Song Jiao was supported by Xie Chen, with tears on his face, he pushed Xie Chen's hand away, and then stepped forward: "Grandpa."

Song Cheng said to Mr. Xie: "I have no strength, Your Majesty, you put it on for him. From now on, Mao Mao is His Majesty's grandson. Your Majesty will take care of him and don't let him be wronged."

Song Jiao sat in front of Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie carefully tied his hair, and replied repeatedly: "I know, I know."

Mr. Xie turned around and held Prime Minister Song's hand: "Come, you come, your dear grandfather."

Prime Minister Song reluctantly stood up, and was held by Mr. Xie, who tied Song Jiao's hair.

With his back facing them, Song Jiao was already weeping uncontrollably, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Song Jiao felt the hand on his hair slipped down, Song Jiao suddenly turned around, just in time to see Grandpa closing his eyes.

It's like blinking.

But after closing it this time, it never opened again.

His hand also fell, Mr. Xie tried to hold his hand, but for some reason, he just couldn't hold it.

Mr. Xie rarely used his self-proclaimed name: "Song Wenxue, I am ordering you to open your eyes immediately, sit up immediately, and talk to Lao Tzu immediately."

He turned his head and shouted: "Quickly draw up an order to make Song Wenxue open his eyes, quick! Quick!"

Song Jiao sat on the edge of the couch, hugging her grandfather, resting her head on his heart, in a daze, her whole body was motionless, only tears flowed down uncontrollably, soaking the bedding.

Mr. Xie stood beside the bed holding the imperial decree just written on the silk, "Song Wenxue listened to the decree, Song Wenxue listened to the decree..."

He couldn't rest for a moment, he recited the imperial decree several times in a loud voice, grabbed a piece of clothing of Prime Minister Song, and climbed to the roof regardless of everyone's obstruction.

He unfolded Prime Minister Song's old clothes and lifted them over his head, while he was still reciting the imperial decree, his voice was transmitted very far, piercing the sky.

The crowd couldn't persuade him, so they could only let him go.

There are a lot of things going on underneath, such as dressing the Prime Minister of Song, tying his hair, and buying a coffin, all of which are arranged by the prince.

The attendants got busy, and gradually, they even forgot that Master Xie was still on the roof.

It wasn't until that night that the watchmen vaguely saw a figure on the roof, and raised the lantern to take a look, only to find that His Majesty was still on the roof.

With his head down, he sat dejectedly on the ridge of the roof, holding Prime Minister Song's old clothes in his arms.

The attendants brought ladders and went up one by one to persuade him, but Mr. Xie sat there like a collapsed mountain, motionless.

Later, the prince went up to persuade him, but he was unmoved.

Finally the prince climbed down from the ladder and said: "Go and see how Mao Mao is doing, and see if he can come over."

The attendants went to look.

During the day, Song Jiao changed his grandfather's clothes and dyed his hair. Grandpa Song has black hair and even a black beard.

There was a candlestick on the ground, and he and Xie Chen were sitting by the bed at this moment, they didn't cry anymore, just quietly accompanied Grandpa.

The attendants walked carefully to his side, whispered a few words to him, Song Jiao slowly recovered and stood up.

He climbed up to the roof and sat down beside Master Xie.

"Thank you grandpa."

Except for this sentence, he couldn't say anything else.

He himself was too sad to speak, how could he comfort others?

The grandpa and grandson just sat there without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Master Xie raised his head from his arms.

There was a bright moon above his head, and by the bright moonlight, all the people below could see it.

Mr. Xie's hair and beard, the rough hair that used to "burst with anger", and the big beard that was bigger than his face all turned white overnight.

like moonlight.

Mr. Xie stayed on the roof for a while, then patted Song Jiao's arm: "Let's go, let's go down, we'll catch a cold if we wind up there, and your grandpa will curse again later."

Mr. Xie climbed down from the roof first, and then Song Jiao came down, and Mr. Xie was protecting him from below.

He walked into the room full of expectations, expecting to see his prime minister open his eyes and talk to him.

But it backfired.

No, although the prime minister was dressed beautifully, he did not open his eyes.

There is a bronze mirror next to the bed, which is used to organize the appearance and keep the body straight.

Mr. Xie was standing in front of the couch and beside the bronze mirror. When he tilted his head, he could see the difference between himself and the prime minister.

His prime minister was still young, with black beard and hair.

And he was old and gray-haired.

In just one night, Mr. Xie foresaw that he would be alone for more than ten years without a prime minister.

He didn't want to admit that the prime minister was dead, so he turned around and left, almost fleeing in despair.

He found a random room, locked the door, didn't turn on the lights, and stayed in it alone.

In the early morning, Fan Kai put breakfast in front of the door, then knocked on the door: "Your Majesty."

Suddenly, Mr. Xie's voice came from the room: "Has the person who poisoned you been caught?"

"The people below are still checking..."

"Arrest them all!" Mr. Xie threw something inside and shouted angrily, "The literati of the Qing Dynasty deliberately murdered the literati of the Qing Dynasty. Get up! Cut off your head! Avenge the prime minister!"

It seems that he didn't listen to Prime Minister Song's instructions before he died.

Fan Kaidao: "Your Majesty, it was only one person who poisoned, and the other people's crimes are not so serious, I'm afraid..."

"Cut it! Cut it all!"

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" in the room, and Fan Kai quickly opened the door with the key, and pushed the door in.

Mr. Xie covered his head and fell to the ground, his eyes tearing apart.

It was also at this time that Song Jiao, who had spent the whole night by his grandfather's side, suddenly came to his senses, remembering that he hadn't heard that big yellow dog barking all night.

He stood up, looked around, and saw the big yellow dog coiled in the corner, motionless.

Song Jiao walked over and touched its already cold head.

Song Jiao didn't know when it died, maybe before grandpa, it went to find the way for grandpa; maybe after grandpa, it followed grandpa.

Song Jiao squatted on the ground, stroking its head: "Don't leave me..."

A few days later, the news of the death of Prime Minister Song of Qi State spread everywhere.

The common people voluntarily put on burlap to see off the prime minister and observe filial piety.

Even in the state of Qing, although the government of the state of Qing banned it, many people secretly put on sackcloth in their homes and set up a longevity tablet for the great historian of the Song Dynasty.

Mr. Gongyixiu, who had just been recalled to the capital of the Qing Kingdom, heard the news, and before getting out of the carriage, he vomited blood and fainted.

When he was an envoy to Qi State last year, he told Song Jiao that if he died in his own life, he didn't need to come to Qing State to take risks.

He made up his mind to die first, but...

But how could Song Wenxue be one step ahead of him?How could Song Wenxue be one step ahead of him?

The emperor of Qi was unwell, and the crown prince presided over the funeral of Prime Minister Song. He cut wood to make a coffin and put the corpse in it. A team of thousands of people, and countless people along the way, escorted the prime minister back to Fengxiang City.

Paper money paves the ground all the way, like heavy snow in the northwest.

On the day when Prime Minister Song returned to Fengxiang City from Qiangzhou City, the sky was clear.

The crown prince led the team, and Song Jiao, dressed in white, walked in the front with his grandfather's tablet in his arms.I haven't had much rest for a while, I can't eat or sleep well, I look haggard, and my eyes are bloodshot.

Xie Chen was right behind him, also dressed in white.When he first set off, he and seven other people carried Prime Minister Song's coffin out of the door and into the carriage.

Sending off countless people, they all stood silently by the side of the road.

After leaving the city, everyone suddenly saw that Mr. Xie was leading the people ahead.

He was standing in an open space, kneeling in front of hundreds of people wearing white prison uniforms, all of them were from the Liu Mansion, and Liu Zhi, the guard of Qiangzhou, was among them.

They knelt on the ground, surrounded by piles of firewood, and Fan Kai, who was next to Mr. Xie, held a torch.

Song Jiao was the last one to raise his head. He was startled, and then stepped forward: "Thank you, Grandpa."

Mr. Xie waved his hand: "Maomao, don't worry about it, keep going, thank you grandpa for avenging your grandpa."

"Thank you grandpa..."

Mr. Xie was as stubborn as a cow, and said sharply: "Fan Kai, light the fire! Let them be buried with the Prime Minister!"

Fan Kai held up the torch and hesitated.

Just at this time, the originally sunny weather suddenly picked up a wind, the wind rolled up the paper money on the ground, and a dark cloud was blown in.