The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

"Thank you." Song Jiao took the flowers and thanked them politely.

The little flower seller watched from afar, saw that he had already given the flowers to other people, she stopped chasing him, and left with a basket on her shoulders.

Muying turned her head and saw the back of her sweetheart leaving, her eyes filled with tears.

He howled, sat down on the long bench, lay down on the table and wailed loudly.

Song Jiaoteng reached out and patted him on the back: "Don't be sad, there is still a chance next year."

Muying couldn't listen to the words at all, and just cried.

Song Jiao turned to the other two friends for help, Xie Chen folded his arms, stared at the flowers in his hand with a gloomy expression.

what happened?Song Jiao dodged to the side, then looked at Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi couldn't help it, the two exchanged a helpless look.

The parrot has become a hummingbird.

Song Jiao took out a handkerchief and handed it to Mu Ying: "Brother Parrot, stop crying, everyone else is looking at you."

Muying was distraught: "They just watch it if they like it, Sister Lan doesn't look at me anymore, they just watch it if they like it..." He suddenly reacted and snatched the flower from Song Jiao's hand.

Song Jiao was afraid that he would be hurt by seeing the object, so she wanted to take the flower back: "Little darling, it's fine."

Muying whined and complained: "You told me to send flowers!"

"..." Song Jiao choked and shrank his neck, "I'm sorry."

He looked around and picked up the unused candle: "Well, there are girls, hurry up and chase the candles."

"What's chasing candles? It's 'There are still candles, go after girls'!"

"Yeah." Song Jiao handed him the candle, "Then do you want to use it?"

When they were saying these few words, Xie Chen's face, which was still gloomy, suddenly became cloudy, and his expression eased. He stood up, and patted Mu Ying's shoulder in a good mood.

"Don't cry and howl, you're useless, let's go, brother Shen treats you to dinner."

Mu Ying wiped her eyes: "Go to Tianranju."

Xie Chen nodded and pulled Song Jiao up: "Understood, let's go."

Mu Ying, who was still waiting for Xie Chen to pull him, watched them leave, and said weakly: "Brother Chen, I was the one who got hurt, you pulled the wrong person."

Wen Zhi stood up and grabbed him: "Okay, let's go."

It was not noon yet, and naturally there were not many people in Juli, so Xie Chen asked for a private room on the second floor facing the street, but he didn't ask for anything, so he first ordered Muying a pot of hot water to wash his face.

Wen Zhi sat on the side: "Brother Ying, the person you love will leave you, only knowledge will not, and articles will not. Instead of wasting time on such things in vain, it is better to study hard from now on and use knowledge to heal your heart pain. If you want, I can help you..."

The towel in Muying's hand fell into the water with a snap, splashing water: "I don't want to."

He jumped up and quickly ran behind Song Jiao: "I'm not sad at all!"

Song Jiao smiled, patted Muying on the shoulder, and hid him: "Zhi Duoxing is comforting you, you see, compared with the pain of studying, is the pain of losing a sweetheart worth mentioning? Open the topic, you won't be sad."

Mu Ying remained skeptical: "Really?"

"real."

"No." Wen Zhi directly denied it, and turned to Mu Ying, "You will regret it in the future. If you don't study when you are young, you will kill pigs when you grow up."

Muying put her hands on Song Jiao's shoulders, hid behind him, and whispered back: "It's better to kill a pig than to read a book."

Xie Shen stepped forward, slipped Mu Yingti away, and pulled Song Jiao over: "You can order whatever you want."

Song Jiao and Mu Ying cheered: "Oh! Thank you Brother Shen! Brother Shen is the best!"

Wen Zhi is not interested in these, only Song Jiao and Mu Ying get together to study the menu.

Today's Qixi Festival, in order to meet the occasion, Tianranju has also released new dishes.

"Two butterflies among the flowers? What is this?" Song Jiao thought for a while, "Come here."

"Flowers?" Muying's heart twitched, "Flowers!"

"Okay, okay, don't don't want it." Song Jiao waved his hands to Xiao Er who was standing beside him, signaling him to cancel the dish.He patted Mu Ying's face, "Little boy, roast whole lamb, I'll order roast whole lamb for you!"

Only then did Mu Ying calm down a little, and Song Jiao gestured to Xiao Er again: "A quarter, a quarter is enough."

Xiao Er was very professional, smiled and nodded, and gestured to him: "I understand."

While comforting Muying, Song Jiao continued to order: "One more squirrel mandarin fish, one sweet and sour pork ribs, one fish-flavored shredded pork, one..."

Xie Chen stretched out his hands to pinch his face, and pulled him towards him: "You're here again, you don't have a long memory."

Song Jiao leaned towards him: "Oh, oh!"

"If you order so many sweet and sour dishes, your stomach will hurt later, and someone will carry you back." Xie Chen raised his hand to take the menu from Song Jiao's hand, and canceled two of the three dishes that Song Jiao just ordered. Said, and added something else before letting Xiao Er go down.

Song Jiao rubbed her red face, feeling aggrieved.

It's not a meal, and several dishes will be served soon.

Muying was holding a roast leg of lamb, standing by the window, looking at the rolling crowd below, while watching the scenery, while eating the leg of lamb, shed tears on the long street.

Song Jiao also cut a piece of roast lamb, took a small plate, and put it in front of the system: "All."

The system creaked and bit the mutton: "You know the dangers of puppy love now, don't you?"

Song Jiao looked back at Muying's lonely back, nodded, "I know, I will never fall in love early."

The system said with satisfaction: "Don't worry."

After lunch early, several people played flying chess in the private room.

Song Jiao drew the chessboard according to the template given by the system.

The four people sat on both sides of the small couch, and there was a small table in the middle, on which the chess board was placed, and the chess pieces were made of melon seeds and nuts.

Song Jiao held the system and rolled the dice.

Missed.

Xie Chen took the dice and continued to roll the dice.

After eating enough, everyone was a little sleepy, and they played games lazily, and failed to hit a few times.

Song Jiao threw it casually, and finally threw a six.He reached out to get his chess pieces, but suddenly found that there were no more chess pieces in his field.

"Huh? Where are my chess pieces?" Song Jiao turned his head to look around, and lifted the system up to have a look, "Where are my chess pieces?"

The three friends all looked at his face, Xie Chen stretched out his hand, and pinched a piece of melon seed skin from the corner of his mouth: "You ate your chess piece."

"Oh?"

Muying laughed through her tears, and even Wen Zhi bowed her head and smiled.

My friends woke up laughing, and played games more seriously.

After playing a few games, several people said they were tired, so they packed up their things and lay down on the couch, taking a nap.

Song Jiao asked: "Is this bed limited to two people? If the four of us collapse the bed, will we have to pay?"

Mu Ying said: "Brother Chen has money, let Brother Shen pay for it."

"Well, I'll pay." Xie Chen closed his eyes, turned over, and wanted to hug Song Jiao, but touched a furry thing.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly faced a dog's face.

The system smiled kindly at him: Who do you want to hug?

Xie Chen was taken aback, jumped up, jumped over the dog, and jumped to Song Jiao's side.

Song Jiao caught him and tried hard not to laugh.

Xie Chen moved the dog down and lay down with Song Jiao: "There is a limit of four people, no dogs."

The system was driven down, and he could only sleep lying on the bedside.

The four people on the small couch said these words one after another.

Xie Chen kicked Song Jiao's feet: "Look how short you are, my feet are over the edge of the bed, and yours are not."

Song Jiao quickly lay flat: "Yes, I just bent my legs."

Xie Chen asked him: "Where is it? Where is it?"

Muying also straightened her legs: "Mine came out too."

Wen Zhi couldn't help but compare with them: "Me too."

Mingming came here to play when he was young, sleeping sideways, no one's legs were beyond the edge of the bed.

In a blink of an eye, Song Jiao was the only one left who did not pass.

Song Jiao kicked her feet vigorously and tried to slide down: "Ah!"

Xie Chen grabbed his collar and pulled him back: "Don't move around, it will really collapse later."

Song Jiao refused to admit defeat: "I don't!"

Xie Chen smiled and pushed his nose with his hand, turning him into a pig nose.

"Go away!" Song Jiao patted his hands away and continued to kick his feet.

Xie Chen looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned over again, with his back to him, covering his beating heart.

Can't watch too much, something will happen.

They slept until the evening when several people were awakened by sounds from the street.

Song Jiao hummed and asked, "What's so noisy?"

Wen Zhi replied, "It's probably nighttime, and the lantern festival has started?" He laughed, "Everyone else is playing outside, we're sleeping here."

Muying twitched, Song Jiao and Wen Zhi quickly patted him: "Don't cry, don't cry."

After a while, Wen Zhi made up his mind and finally sat up from the couch.

He put on his shoes, went to the window, opened the window facing the street, and glanced out.

"Mamao, your grandpa is back."

"Brother Shen, His Majesty has also returned."

Upon hearing this, Song Jiao straightened up and sat up from the couch, floating all the way to the window.

Xie Chen also stood up quickly.

Sure enough.

The bandits who had been reorganized on the long street escorted them. The first two tall horses were Xie Laodangjia and Song Junshi riding on them.

The grandpas went out to investigate a while ago, so I haven't seen them for half a month.

Song Jiao leaned half of his body out of the window sill, happily waving at his grandfather: "Grandpa!"

Grandpa Song heard it, and turned to see him, with a smile of "I can't do anything with my grandson" on my newly wrinkled face.

Master Xie also turned his head, his beard growing unabated, saw them, and waved to them.

Song Jiao hurried back to put on her shoes, put on the system, and ran out the door.

Song Jiao ran to Grandpa's horse first: "Grandpa!"

Master Song got off his horse and touched his head: "It's grown taller again." He glanced at the direction Song Jiao came from: "Did you go to Tianranju for dinner?"

"Well, thank you Shen for the treat."

Mr. Xie nodded in satisfaction: "When I left, I left some money for him and asked him to take you out to play. It can be seen that Brother Shen didn't lie."

Then Xie Chen and two other friends also arrived.

"grandfather."

"Brother Shen, come out to play?"

"Yeah." After Xie Chen grew up, in order to show his independence, he would no longer act like a baby in front of his elders.He thought for a while, and added, "Qixi."

Mr. Xie smiled and patted his gradually broadening shoulders: "Tsk, you just come out to play with Mao Mao on Qixi Festival, really."

As if being poked by something, Xie Chen suddenly stopped talking.

Over there, Song Jiao was acting like a spoiled child to her grandfather.

"Is it hard outside? Is grandpa tired? Is grandpa going shopping with me today?"

Grandpa Song smiled: "Grandpa won't go, you can play with Brother Shen, do you want Grandpa to give you the horse? Come back in the evening."

"No, grandpa, ride back. Then I will go home to live at night."

"it is good."

Song Jiao helped Grandpa onto the horse.

Master Xie looked envious and jealous, and stretched out his hand to Xie Chen, wanting him to help him too.

In the end, Xie Chen was also looking at Song Jiao.

Fine.

Master Xie threw a money bag to Xie Chen: "Bring Mao Mao to have fun, don't bully others."

Xie Chen caught the purse with one hand, and replied, "Got it."

Song Jiao helped Mr. Xie onto the horse, and waved goodbye to the grandpas.

A few friends continued to go out to play, and it happened that it was almost night, and the streets began to be lively.

Fire trees and silver flowers, star bridge iron locks.

Song Jiao held the candy in one hand and the meat skewers in the other, and his eyes were still on the iced drinks on the stand.

He raised his head: "Thank you Chen, pay."

Xie Chen pinched his face again: "You can't eat any more, eating such miscellaneous things will make your stomach hurt again, this time I really won't carry you back."

Song Jiao pulled her face out of his iron pincers with all her strength: "Well, if you don't eat it, don't eat it."

Mu Ying felt a little helpless, and turned to look at Wen Zhi beside her: "Zhi Duoxing, they started again, why? How can they quarrel like this every day?"

Wen Zhi folded his arms, thoughtful.

The crowd was getting bigger and bigger, and the lanterns and candles were reflected in Song Jiao's eyes, burning brightly.

Amidst the noise, Xie Chen saw Song Jiao open his mouth, his lips opened and closed, and he didn't know what he said.

Xie Chen leaned over: "What did you say?"

Song Jiao put his hands around his mouth, put it close to Xie Chen's ear, and said loudly: "I want a lantern, you go and buy it!"

Xie Chen heard it clearly, very clearly.

He responded, "Understood."

But Song Jiao didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Xie Chen also whispered loudly in his ear: "Understood! You wait here!"

"Thank you Brother Shen!"

"what?"

"Thank you Brother Shen! Brother Shen is so kind!"

Song Jiao watched him leave with a grin, his smile was extraordinarily bright under the candlelight.

Xie Chen couldn't help pressing his heart again.

Wen Zhi stood behind the two of them, pursed the corners of his lips, and finally stretched out two fingers, and tapped Song Jiao's shoulder: "Come with me."

"Eh?" Song Jiao was puzzled, and was dragged away by Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi pulled him, and the two walked further and further away.

Song Jiao looked back anxiously: "Zhi Duoxing, brother Shen won't be able to find us later."

"It's okay, I asked the parrot to stay and wait for him."

Wen Zhi dragged Song Jiao to an alley away from the crowd.

Song Jiao was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhi let go of his hand, took out a square inkstone from his arms, and handed it to him: "Mamao, I'll see you off."

"Ah?" Song Jiao took the inkstone, and was even more confused, "You are good, why are you giving me something?"

"Isn't today Qixi Festival?"

Song Jiao almost threw the inkstone on the ground: "Ah? Please speak clearly, what do you mean?"

Wen Zhi pursed the corners of his lips, and said seriously: "What is your most important task now?"

"Yes... what is it?"

"It's study. Your most important task now is to study. I think you've been a little carried away recently, and you've been fascinated by the colorful world outside. I've already seen that something is wrong. I've always blocked you for a while, so that you can let me go. You concentrate on studying, but it seems that you can't stop yourself from flying to the world of flowers. I will send you an inkstone to remind you to study hard."

Huahua World specifically refers to Xie Shen.