The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

On the day Qing Guo sent envoys to seek peace, Mr. Xie took Junjun Song, General Wu, and Mr. Liu to meet him. The kindergarten had a day of self-study and homework was assigned. Mr. Liu asked the class leader Song Jiao to supervise the children. They practiced big characters and left.

Then--

The heavy snowfall in the northwest has finally stopped for a while.

Song Jiao and his friends had been playing snowball fights for the past few days, and they couldn't even lift their arms. They sneaked out to play and had to change to a lighter game.

Song Jiao held the bamboo basket and stood in front of his friends: "This is a game I used to play with my friends in the capital. It can catch birds."

Wen Zhi said, "Maomao, we don't have any birds here in winter."

The system also tried to remind Song Jiao: "Maomao, that is indeed the case."

But Song Jiao is very confident: "As long as the food is put on, the birds will come over when they smell the food."

The system feels deeply helpless, it's over, the little fool can't be rescued at all.

Song Jiao ran to the yard, supported the basket with small wooden planks, and knocked the basket upside down on the snow.

Except for Xie Chen and Wen Zhi, other friends surrounded Song Jiao: "Maomao, is this really okay?"

"Really." Song Jiao sprinkled rice grains under the basket, "This mechanism is very useful, someone taught me. When I was in the capital, I caught many birds like this."

"Wow!"

Xie Chen and Wen Zhi stood under the eaves, watching them catch birds.

Wen Zhi and the little yellow dog have the same expression, with the helplessness of a group of silly children, the tired eyes of precocious children and adults.

Xie Chen folded his hands, showing another expression.Song Jiao turned his back to him and fiddled with the mechanisms. The thick padded jacket turned him into a round ball of hair, and there was still a ball of hair, a small tail, sewn on the hem of his clothes.

I heard that Song Jiao likes small tails, and from then on Mrs. Xie made clothes for him with small tails.

So Song Jiao twisted and swayed her little tail.

Xie Chen's eyes fell on his little tail.

It's not that he wants to be silly with Song Jiao in the past, he...he's still angry, it's Song Jiao's younger brother's business.

At this time, Song Jiao had already stood up: "Okay, let's go to the side and wait now, otherwise we will scare the little bird."

He ran back to Xie Chen with his friends: "When the little bird comes, as long as I grab the rope..." He looked down at his empty little hand: "Eh? Where is my rope?"

Xie Chen pointed to the snow behind him: "Did you not take it?"

Song Jiao turned his head and saw a piece of hemp rope thrown on the snow. He hurried back to retrieve the rope, and accidentally tore the basket down once on the way.

Song Jiao handled everything clumsily before finally running back here.He squatted down on the corridor, and then greeted his friends: "Get down quickly, or you will scare the little bird."

The friends didn't have any objections, they were all waiting to see the little bird, they all followed suit and lay down on the ground.

Song Jiao looked up, and there were two people standing.

"Zhi Duoxing, hurry up." He actually deliberately lowered his voice.

"Okay, okay." Wen Zhi was very helpless, but also got down on the ground.

Finally Song Jiao tugged on Xie Chen's clothes: "Xie Chen, hurry up."

Xie Shen had no choice but to lie down with them.

Song Jiao stared closely at the other side of the snow field, and whispered: "Let's wait for a while, there will be birds coming soon."

He also caught the little yellow dog and put it under his chin as a pillow: "System, get down."

System swear words have been blocked by child mode.

—— After the control center found out that he would swear in front of Song Jiao, he added a new plug-in.

After waiting for a while, Song Jiao rubbed his eyes: "There will be a little bird coming soon, just wait a little longer."

After waiting for a while, Song Jiao rubbed his eyes again: "It will be soon."

After a long time——

"Hey, are you asleep?" Xie Chen pushed him.

Song Jiao was shocked, and raised his head abruptly: "Ah? The little bird is here?"

Xie Chen said firmly: "There are no birds at all, you fell asleep."

Song Jiao froze all of a sudden: "Okay."

Xie Chen lay beside him, supported his head, and said with a smile: "Maomao, your method is useless at all."

"You fart!" Song Jiao spoke loudly, and suddenly remembered that this would disturb the little bird, so he quickly lowered his voice, "My method is the most useful."

After waiting for a while, the friends couldn't get on their feet anymore.

"Mamao, are you ready?"

"It's coming soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a snow-white shadow leaped out and flew under the basket.

The friends suddenly became nervous: "Hurry up, Maomao."

As soon as Song Jiao pulled the rope in his hand, the bamboo basket was buckled down, and a group of people quickly got up and rushed forward.

"There are really little birds, Maomao, you are so amazing!"

Song Jiao put her hands on her hips proudly.

Wen Zhi, who didn't believe there would be a bird at first, was a little surprised and wanted to go up to see it, but Xie Chen stood still.

"Brother Shen, don't you want to go and see?"

Xie Chen folded his hands, touched the tip of his nose, and shook his head.

Wen Zhi frowned, then stepped forward to look at the little bird.

Song Jiao pressed the basket tightly, and glanced at the friends who were also nervous: "I'm going to open it, you must not let the bird fly away."

The friends formed a circle and responded in unison: "Okay."

Everyone held their breath, Song Jiao pressed the bamboo basket with both hands, and quickly picked it up. Friends rushed up, and Song Jiao stamped his feet outside anxiously: "Don't let it run away, but don't crush it to death either!"

In the chaos, Mu Ying shouted: "I caught it!"

"I caught it." He clasped his hands and got up from the ground, surrounded by his friends.

Under countless expectant gazes, Mu Ying slowly spread her hands.

"Wow——" everyone stopped, wondering, "What is this? Is this a bird?"

"Of course it is, you see it has feathers, and it's snow white."

"But why doesn't it move?"

"Maybe it's too small."

"Yeah." Everyone gathered around the "little bird" and observed it for a while, "Why does it keep moving?"

A friend said weakly: "It won't be crushed to death by the parrot..."

Everyone looked up at Muying: "Brother Parrot! You are working too hard!"

Mu Ying hurriedly defended: "It's not me, definitely not me!" He grabbed the "little bird": "It must be alive..."

Friends rushed to rescue the "little bird" in his hand: "Brother Parrot, you are going to crush it!"

But Muying's expression changed: "This is not a bird."

"what?"

"That's a hairball."

He passed the fur balls to his friends.

Friends circulated it around and were shocked, how could this happen?

Song Jiao was the saddest when he didn't catch a bird.

"Where did this hairball come from? It obviously flew over, who else saw it?"

"I saw it!"

"I saw it too."

Song Jiao turned around and looked around: "Where did it come from?"

He turned around to find the source of the fur ball, and his friends suddenly realized at the same time.

"Mamao, you... your tail."

Song Jiao turned her head and looked at the hem of her clothes.

His tail is gone!

He touched his butt, looked up and saw Xie Chen standing under the eaves, lowering his head and trying to hold back his smile.

Song Jiao immediately realized that the bird was the fur ball, and the fur ball was his tail, which was pulled off by Xie Chen and thrown over!

Xie Chen turned around and was about to run, but Song Jiao rushed forward with a cry, wanting to fight him to the death.

Friends watched them roll down the corridor and shouted at the same time: "Brother Shen! Mao Mao!"

Gululu, Gululu, the two children rolled out of the corridor like snowballs, slapped, and fell into the snow.

A quarter of an hour later, two mud boys appeared outside the lobby of the bandit village at the same time, wanting to sue.

The friends tried to persuade: "Brother Shen, why don't you go back? The adults don't seem to be free today."

Xie Shen was unmoved.

So the friends turned to Song Jiao again: "Maomao, why don't you go back and change some clothes first?"

Song Jiao was unmoved.

The two of them didn't move, and the friends had no choice but to stand here with them, hoping that the door of the lobby would open quickly and the adults come out quickly.

Not long after, Grandpa Xie Chen's angry voice came from the lobby: "Get lost!"

The children took a step back at the same time yelled at this sentence.

"Brother Shen, Mao Mao, let's go back, brother Shen told us to get out..."

Before they could finish talking, the door of the lobby was opened, and a middle-aged official in Qing Dynasty uniform and a young general in civilian clothes rolled out.

Only then did the children realize that they were not told to get lost.

The people inside came out, Xie Chen and Song Jiao, who were motionless before, sprinted at the same time as if they were alive.

"Grandpa! Song Jiao hit me!"

"No! It was Xie Chen who hit me!"

Children's 200m final.

Song Jiao fell behind temporarily, and when he was about to speed up, he was suddenly held back by a person.

It was the young general who came out of the lobby just now, as if he saw a savior, he pulled Song Jiao back suddenly: "Maomao?"

"Huh?" Song Jiao turned his head and recognized him quickly, "Brother Mu Shi."

Mu Shi nodded: "Well, Mao Mao..."

Song Jiao was of course happy to see his former friends in the capital, and he didn't think too much about it. He just said, "Why is Brother Mu here? Are all the other friends in the capital okay? I just used the method that Brother Mu taught me to catch them. Birdie, but missed..."

And Mu Shi looked anxious, obviously not in the mood to listen to him talking such childish nonsense, he held him tightly and said, "Maomao, do you want to go back to the capital?"

Song Jiao shook his head without hesitation.

"Why? You don't want to play with the children in the capital anymore?"

"But I will die." Song Jiao put away the joyful expression of meeting an old friend, and blinked his black and white eyes, "Grandpa and I will die like Liangshan heroes."

Mu Shi's expression was startled, he didn't know what to say, so he could only coax him: "No, His Majesty has changed his mind. It was His Majesty who wronged the Song historian..."

Before he could finish talking, someone pinched Song Jiao's hand tightly.

Song Jiao looked back and saw the veins on the back of Grandpa Xie Chen's hand. He was holding Mu Shi's hand like he was holding plasticine.

Mr. Xie shook his hand away, and then pulled Song Jiao to his side: "Instigate a child, and you Qingguo will only have this little promise left."

Grandpa Xie Chen's eyes, like the eyes of an eagle, were piercing, staring at Mu Shi.

And Mu Shi fell to the ground, never feeling such a strong oppression.

After a while, Master Xie looked away and hugged Song Jiao: "Maomao, let's go."

He carried Song Jiao into the lobby, and suddenly realized: "Why are you so dirty? Clay doll?"

It was only then that Song Jiao remembered his own motivation for coming here: "Grandpa Xie, Xie Chen bullied me! He pulled my tail off, lied to me that I was a bird, and beat me!"

Not to be outdone, Xie Chen also said, "Grandpa, it was Song Jiao who hit me!"

"Oh, oh, ok, ok, it's ok, it's ok, let's wash it first."

In the lobby, two clay children sat on the cushion, raised their heads, and asked their grandfather to wipe their faces.

Song Jiao struggled under the towel: "Grandpa, it hurts, take it easy."

Grandpa Song pinched his chin: "You can't wipe it off if you don't use force. Look at you, there are mud in the crevices of your eyes."

Xie Chen didn't say a word under his grandpa's big palm, I was too strong, completely different from Song Jiao who screamed after washing my face.

The grandpas were talking to each other while wiping their children's faces.

Master Xie said: "Military Master, you must never go back to Qing Kingdom, even Mao Mao knows that you will die if you go back."

Master Song grabbed Song Jiao's little paw and washed his hands: "I know."

"Qingguo is very rampant. If we really can't reach an agreement, then let's forget it. It's not like we can't beat them. What do you think?"

"It's not a matter of whether we can fight or not." Army Master Song leaned back and sat on the ground, "From the current point of view, we must win against the Qing Kingdom, but in the long run, we may not be able to. The Qing Kingdom has a deep foundation, It is definitely not something that can be shaken by a bandit village."

"The military division looks down on us too much."

"That's not what I meant. Overthrowing the Qing Kingdom and ruling the world is definitely not a task that can be accomplished by one generation of heroes." Army Master Song glanced at Xie Chen, "It will take at least three generations."

He continued: "Now that the Qing Kingdom is asking for peace, we have taken advantage of the situation and stepped down. In exchange for more than ten years of stability, we have made money by keeping a low profile."

"Besides, since the Northwest Uprising, all parts of the Qing Kingdom have been ready to move. We made peace with the Qing Kingdom, and the old master can become the king. In the future, if there are uprisings in states and counties, the old master can send troops to attack them in this name, or take them for his own use. , no one can disagree."

Mr. Xie still has one last question: "But Qingguo wants you to go back."

"Qingguo's request for peace is more anxious than I thought, which means that they are already afraid, and it's just a bluff." Song Junshi said seriously, "I won't leave, but I need the old leader to protect me firmly and scare them away. .”

Master Xie patted his chest and assured: "That's natural."

The peace talks failed, and Qingguo insisted on bringing back the official historian of the Song Dynasty, but Mr. Xie naturally refused.

This was the first year of the successful Northwest Uprising, and Liangzhou City was very lively with lights and festoons.

That evening, Song Jiao was wearing new clothes and carrying the rabbit lamp he just bought. When he turned his head, he found that all the friends who came together had disappeared.

He was just about to find someone, but another person grabbed his arm: "Mamao."

Song Jiao turned around: "Brother Mu Shi, my grandfather is not here."

Mu Shi's expression moved slightly, and the entourage behind him reminded him in a low voice: "Little General, His Majesty's latest decree, the Song Historian and his family members will be punished as treason. If the Song Historian and his family are not dealt with, how will the little general return to life?"

Mu Shi unconsciously tightened his hands and led Song Jiao to a remote alley.

Song Jiao was pinched and hurt, and shouted for help: "Grandpa! Everything! Help!"

Sooner or later, the two figures rushed forward and bit Mu Shi's hand at the same time.

One is the system and the other is Xie Chen.