The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

The demon king of the world - the illiterate Xie Chen stood up from his seat, protected Song Jiao beside him, and looked at Mr. Liu without fear: "I'll do it."

Mr. Liu frowned: "Okay, you come."

Xie Chen picked up the book.

Song Jiao was sleeping in a daze, and vaguely heard Xie Chen reading, Song Jiao thought to himself, what a wonder in the world, Xie Chen was reading, and the sun came out from the west.

He fell asleep to the sound of Xie Chen's reading, propping his head up and shaking.

While Xie Chen was studying, he also paid attention to him, and helped his head to prevent his head from hitting the table.

Of course, Mr. Liu was not willing to let Xie Chen go easily, and asked him to read most of the book without stopping.

The friends behind listened very seriously, and they wanted to see when Brother Shen would stop, and if Mao Mao couldn't fall asleep, would he keep reading.

Friends flicked through the books following Xie Chen, and they were still passing notes to communicate in private - anyway, Mr. Liu would not care about them at this time.

"Another page, another page."

"Brother Shen has read so many pages for the first time in his life. It's too strong. Brother Shen will finish reading all the books in his life today."

"Don't talk nonsense, Mao Mao has been teaching Brother Shen to read these days, and he must have read a lot."

"So when does Mao Mao wake up? Shouldn't he sleep until noon? Doesn't he usually sleep very much?"

"In order to let Brother Shen study more, he refused to get up."

"I see."

The notes passed by the friends were filled with two large sheets of paper, and Xie Chen was still studying.

Suddenly, with a sound of "dong", Song Jiao slipped his hand, and the whole person rushed forward, knocking his head on the table, Xie Shen was able to catch him in time.

Now Song Jiao woke up and rubbed his head: "Oh..."

He looked up at Xie Chen, then at Mr. Liu, and both of them looked at him.

While rubbing his head, Song Jiao thought, so Xie Chen was called up by Mr. Liu to answer the question.

He tugged at Xie Chen's sleeve, and asked softly, "What did Teacher Liu ask you?"

He subconsciously wanted to help Xie Chen and answer his questions, but Xie Chen didn't want to bother him.

Xie Chen put down the book and said to Mr. Liu, "I won't do it anymore."

Then sat down.

Mr. Liu:? ? ?

In the end, Xie Chen was invited out.

He stood outside the door with his hands raised above his head. Mr. Liu took a large brush filled with water and asked him to hold it.

Xie Chen stood upright without any effort, very contented.

Bored, he tilted his head, looked in through the window, and saw Song Jiao who was sitting on the seat looking out, the moment he met his eyes, Song Jiao raised his hand quietly towards him.

Song Jiao fell asleep in class, and Mr. Liu thought it was his first offense, so he didn't kick him out.

But Song Jiao was still worried about Xie Shen, and kept looking outside.

Xie Chen was standing outside the window, holding a brush washer, turned around, and smiled at Song Jiao.

Song Jiao couldn't help laughing, and gestured to him again: "You are a little fool."

Xie Chen didn't seem to understand, so he mouthed: "Wife! Wife! Wife!"

Song Jiao must have understood it, his face became hot, and before he had time to shake his fist, Mr. Liu's ruler fell in front of him.

With a "pop", Song Jiao was startled and jumped up from his seat.

Mr. Liu looked at him: "Maomao, are you playing with brother Shen?"

Song Jiao lowered her head, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry."

"It's all separated by a wall, can you two still play?"

Song Jiao was also kicked out by Mr. Liu. Like Xie Chen, he raised his hands above his head. Mr. Liu held two books for him.

Mr. Liu looked at the two children in front of him, and sighed helplessly: "You guys, the older you get, the more naughty you are. Stand and listen outside."

The two bowed their heads: "Yes."

Mr. Liu went in, Song Jiao and Xie Chen looked at each other and couldn't help smiling.

Xie Chen brushed his brush against his head: "You are a little fool."

Song Jiao held up two books: "You are the little fool."

Mr. Liu poked his head out from the door, his beard flew up: "I'm an idiot, okay? I'm an old idiot!"

Xie Chen and Song Jiao hurried over to help him.

"Miss Liu, don't say that. It's our fault. Don't be angry."

Mr. Liu supported the door frame and stood firmly: "No need to help, you go back and stand for me."

After attending classes for ten consecutive days, the teenagers were able to sneak out of the palace for a stroll.

Wen Zhi still has to go to Shijietang to read, so he must be accompanied by his study partner Song Jiao. There is no other way, Song Jiao can only go with him.

They also haven't seen the two senior brothers Jiang Liu for some days.

Liu Yi and Jiang Ping passed the provincial examination last year and are now preparing for the general examination.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Qi State, the court lacked all kinds of talents except bandits. His Majesty and the Prime Minister of Song made a plan to "reduce talents without sticking to one pattern" and changed the scientific examinations that were once every few years to twice a year.

Originally, Jiang Ping was depressed because of his family's affairs, thinking about keeping his mourning for three years before finding another way out.Liu Yi couldn't stand it anymore, so she dragged him to the exam.

As a result, Jiang Ping accidentally passed the Jieyuan test.

It was really careless, it is said that the situation at the time was like this.

The chief examiner of the Fengxiang City and Country Examination is usually Mr. Liu, but last year, Liu Yi referred to him. In order to avoid suspicion, he temporarily withdrew from this round of marking and replaced it with a Mr. Zhang.

When grading the papers, the names on the papers were covered up. It went smoothly at first, but in the end several examiners had differences in the two papers.

The two papers were full of words, and several examiners didn't know how to choose, and they judged who was one and who was two.

In the end, it was Mr. Zhang who made the decision, and he picked up Jiang Ping's paper: "I think the writing and literary talent of this one is like that of Mr. Liu's grandson. This is the leader, and it is well-deserved."

In the end, I took a look at the name on the paper, and it turned out that it was Jiang Ping's paper.

Mr. Zhang originally wanted to flatter Mr. Liu, but he got a big blush. In the end, the matter came to His Majesty. Mr. Xie couldn't understand it, so he pushed it to Prime Minister Song. Prime Minister Song saw it, and finally ordered Jiang With the paper.

Jiang Ping got to know Yuan in this way, and Liu Yi came in second.

Mr. Zhang, who wanted to flatter him, got the paper right by mistake, but he was also demoted.

Mr. Zhang later complained: "Who knew that Jiang Ping and Liu Yi's writing styles are so similar? They are not brothers, really, even if they eat and live together every day, there is no such similarity."

Now that he had learned about Yuan, Jiang Ping couldn't avoid it anymore. He used the family's things brought back from the Qing Kingdom to make a few clothes tombs. After offering sacrifices, he began to study carefully.

He knew that he had wasted a lot of time by staying with Li Xu all these years, and he was paying more and more attention to his studies.

It was a holiday, when Song Jiao and Wen Zhi arrived at Shi Jie Tang, Liu Yi and Jiang Ping were still reading.

Wen Zhi naturally walked over to them, took a book, and sat down to read it.

Song Jiao was amazed at how quickly he entered the state.

Song Jiao walked to Liu Yi's side and took a look: "Senior brother, what are you looking at?" Song Jiao looked intently, a little puzzled: "Senior brother, what are you doing reading calligraphy?"

Liu Yi smiled, and closed the scroll: "Your Senior Brother Jiang is about to wear a crown, show him some good characters, and pick out characters for him."

Song Jiao asked: "Then why don't you let the third grandpa take it, don't you want the elders to take it?"

Liu Yi raised her chin: "He asked me to take it himself."

Sure enough, Jiang Ping, who was sitting on the side, didn't respond, and turned a page of the book with a calm expression.

Song Jiao drew a long tone: "Hey, Senior Brother Liu is taking advantage of others."

Liu Yi smiled, rolled up the scroll, and knocked him on the head: "Nonsense, we agreed to get along with each other."

"Did senior brother see any good words?"

"No." Liu Yi pursed her lips, "It's all bad."

"It should be that the senior brother is too demanding." Song Jiao sat down on the mat, grabbed a soft pillow to hug, and turned to look at Jiang Ping, "Didn't you say that we should get along with each other? Then senior brother Jiang decided to give it to Liu Ping." Brother, did you say something?"

Jiang Ping didn't lift his head.

"Senior Brother Liu's name is 'Yi', Yi, Yi what?"

Jiang Ping still didn't look up, and answered the words without changing his face: "It's suitable for marriage, suitable for living in IKEA."

Song Jiao: Pfft——

Only halfway through the laugh, he caught a glimpse of Senior Brother Liu's expression and retracted it.

Liu Yi raised his hand, as if to hit, Song Jiao hid to the side, and Liu Yi threw the book into Jiang Ping's arms.

"Fabricated out of thin air, leaning on the railing to see from afar." Liu Yi paused, and thought for a while, "Why? That's fine, you will be called 'Jiang why' from now on."

Song Jiao tugged at Liu Yi's sleeve: "Brother, don't be angry, go out and play, it's rare to have a holiday today and read a book, I'm so tired of reading every day, let's go."

Song Jiao stood up and dragged him, Liu Yi calmed down, glanced at Jiang Ping, and stood up.

Song Jiao went to La Wenzhi again: "Zhi Duoxing, let's go, go for a walk, you spend twelve hours a day reading, your ass is flattened by you."

Wen Zhi looked at him: "Vulgar."

"Your elegant ass is flattened by you."

Wen Zhi put down the book and stood up, wishing he could cover his mouth: "Okay, let's go out and play."

A few people packed up and went out soon.

The scholars are not bad looking, they are gentle, amiable, and polite, and when they go out together, they attract many people's attention.

Liu Yi turned to look at Wen Zhi: "Zhi Duoxing, why don't you smile a little? Isn't it uncomfortable to keep a straight face like this?"

Song Jiao said: "Brother, you don't understand, he doesn't usually laugh, he only laughs when he encounters something particularly funny." He took Wen Zhi's hand: "Wow, Zhi Duoxing, you stay indoors every day without basking in the sun, so white."

Wen Zhi turned to look at him: "It's not as white as you, even if you run around outside all day, you won't get tanned."

Song Jiao withdrew his hand, not wanting to talk to him anymore, and whispered, "Every sentence can be turned into reading, I haven't messed with you recently, have I?"

"Yesterday you were reprimanded by Mr. Liu for talking to Xie Chen in class." Wen Zhi looked at him with a look of hatred.

Song Jiao insisted: "I just said one thing, but I didn't say much."

Wen Zhi reminded him: "I was sitting right behind you, and I said a few words that I couldn't see? At least for an hour, are you dating Xie Chen?"

Song Jiao hurriedly covered his mouth and took him away from the two senior brothers.

Song Jiao said softly: "You are going to die, if you talk about this on the street, I will twist your mouth."

Wen Zhi said solemnly: "You have already affected your studies, you can see for yourself how stupid you are when you just fell in love."

Song Jiao raised his hand to hit him, but after thinking about it, he withdrew his hand, feeling uncomfortable: "I didn't talk to Brother Shen..."

"You better be."

Wen Zhi dropped these words and turned to leave. Song Jiao tugged at his sleeve and chased after him.

"Really not, Zhi Duoxing, I promise to study hard, starting tomorrow."

Wen Zhi walked straight forward, the two of them didn't look at the road much, and walked to a newly opened shop without knowing it.

Fengxiang City is becoming more and more prosperous, and more and more shops are newly opened.

Tall buildings stand in front of you, ornately decorated, surrounded by flowers in front of the door, like a fairyland on earth.

Wen Zhi felt a little helpless: "It's just another band."

Song Jiao looked up at the plaque on the upper floor: "No, Zhi Duoxing, they call it 'Shuangyu Building', two hundred, which means that their house has a lot of things, but what exactly does their house sell?"

Song Jiao turned back and waved to the two senior brothers: "Senior brother, come quickly."

He turned his head, and first dragged Wen Zhi in.

After entering, a young man came forward to meet him: "What do you two young masters want to see?"

At this time, Liu Yi and Jiang Ping also arrived, Liu Yi asked warmly: "May I ask what kind of business is in the building?"

Xiaoer has already answered such questions countless times, and he answered fluently: "Books are available from all over the world, and there are all kinds of books, and the books sold in our family are all the ones that only have one."

He paused: "I see that the young masters are all scholars, how about recommending some serious books to the young masters?"

Song Jiao asked curiously: "Do you have any unscrupulous books here?"

Xiao Er smiled and gave him a "you understand" look.

Song Jiao: I don't understand.

Xiao Er raised his hand and led them to the private room upstairs.

After several people were seated, the waiter went out to give orders, and not long after, three waiters in the same attire came in with trays and scrolls in their hands.

The tray was placed on the table, and Xiaoer said: "They are all unique and unique copies, annotated by famous masters."

Liu Yi is the one who opened the study, so she understood these things, turned two pages, and nodded to the other three.

it is true.

"Do Mao Mao and Wen Zhi like anything? Brother will buy it for you."

Xiaoer waved his hand and said: "Young master, I don't know. We have only one book in our family. If you like it, you can get a sign from us. After a few days, there will be an auction in the building, and you will come to the building again. Bid, and the highest bidder gets the book."

"So that's how it is." Liu Yi nodded, "Then let's get a brand and read other books."

"Yes."

Xiao Er was naturally happy when he met someone who knew the goods, and hurriedly went out to call for someone to get the book.

Not long after, there were five or six other boys, each carrying a box in.

Liu Yi flipped through the books and asked, "Your boss is a great book collector, why is he willing to sell the books?"

Xiaoer waved his hand: "Family affairs, it's inconvenient to spread them to outsiders."

Liu Yi didn't ask this any more, just said: "Is there anything else?"

"The first batch will sell these first, and when our building becomes famous, there will be others." Xiao Er lowered his voice and whispered to them, "To tell you the truth, the last batch of books is written by Prime Minister Song himself. .”

Several people paused for a moment, then looked at Song Jiao together.

Song Jiao frowned: "Is it... the Prime Minister Song of our country of Qi?"

That's his grandpa!

"Exactly."

Xiao Erchao arched his hands at the north side where the Qi State Palace was located, and said with a smile: "Thinking back in the past, Prime Minister Song was still a historian in Qing State, and then came to Qi State to show his talents after he was demoted. The former residence of Prime Minister Song In the Kingdom of Qing, His Majesty ransacked the house, but on the day the house was raided, it rained heavily, and the officials who ransacked the house didn’t know the importance of the Song family’s scrolls, so they rushed to save the gold and silver. So Prime Minister Song was clean all his life, so how could he have any money? In the end, the scrolls were lost Water, Prime Minister Song's half-life effort was wasted."

"Our lord specially spent some money and hired some people to pull out Prime Minister Song's old books from Qingguo's warehouse in the next few days for the sake of our little son's scientific examination, and re-dried and compacted the scrolls for Our little son uses it, but our little son doesn't like to study, so he just thinks..."

I can't go on talking anymore, it's a family matter.

Xiaoer patted his mouth: "In short, we have a collection of books by Prime Minister Song for more than ten years, and there are also autographs written by Prime Minister Song on it. If the young masters are interested, I will use that sign from me. In a few days Come to bid, how about it? But the young masters have to think about it, Song Chengxiang's book is no more than the other books here, it is very popular, many bibliophiles are staring at it, it depends on whether you can buy it at that time Everyone's creation."

Song Jiao nodded: "Then please give me a sign."

"Okay." Xiao Er immediately presented a small wooden sign with exquisite workmanship, "You take it."

Song Jiao thanked him, and looked away from those old books.

Of course he knew that his grandfather had books left in Qingguo. He was only four years old at the time, and his grandfather had a two-room collection of books, and he used those books for enlightenment.

Later, my grandfather was demoted and it was difficult for him to travel, so he had to abandon most of his collection of books and bring along a few of his favorites.

Later, on the road, Grandpa Xie happened to rebel, and Song Jiao and Grandpa were dispersed. In order to find him, Grandpa also lost the few books he was carrying.

When Qing Guo came to ask for peace, Grandpa also asked Qing Guo to bring his books.

But Qingguo said that when they were helping to tidy up Song's house, they accidentally soaked the books and couldn't find them all.

It is called tidying up, but it is actually copying the house.

But even if it was a house raid, if you couldn't find it, you couldn't find it. Grandpa Song didn't want to bother anymore, so he had to give up.

Unexpectedly, ten years later, I met here.

Of course Song Jiao wanted to help grandpa buy the book back, besides, it will be grandpa's birthday in more than a month, so it would be even better to give it to grandpa as a birthday present.

But... according to this Xiaoer, grandpa's books are auctioned off as the most important commodity, and grandpa's books fill up two big rooms. Over the years, grandpa's reputation has continued to rise. People who admire him, There are not a few people who want to ask for his calligraphy.

Song Jiao propped his head, feeling very distressed, there are too many competitors, my grandfather is simply a literati fancier.

He immediately calculated his assets in his mind, the pocket money his grandfather usually gave him, the money from the house, and what Grandpa Xie gave him, and what his grandfather gave him.

But it's still not enough.

Even if you sell him... I'm afraid you won't be able to buy everything back.

Moreover, he can't ask his grandfather for money, although his grandfather has a lot of salary, and there are rewards from his grandfather during the festivals, but Song Jiao is too aware of his grandfather's temper.

If he knew that he would spend money to buy it back, he would never spend the money.

Anyway, in the past ten years, none of these books have lived like this, and it doesn't matter if they don't.

Song Jiao also didn't want to tell his grandfather. He told him the whereabouts of these books, but he couldn't get them back. Wouldn't it just make him sad?Grandpa is usually busy enough.

It's not good to ask Grandpa Xie for it. Grandpa Xie is now the king of a country. It's really embarrassing to spend money from the treasury to buy books for his grandfather.

Song Jiao thought it over and over again, as if he was selling everything he could, and he could only afford one or two books, which were the kind of joke collections.

Song Jiao was very distressed, Liu Yi said: "Do you want senior brother to join you together?"

Song Jiao shook his head: "I'll think of a way first, and if it doesn't work, I'll find my brother."

"Row."

Several people read two more books, took the bid sign, and left.

This weird study building attracted many people. When they went out, almost every private room in the building was filled with people. The waiters were carrying trays and boxes, going in and out of it, very busy.

Song Jiao was still in a trance, unconsciously walking in the front. When he passed a private room, the door inside suddenly opened, and several mistresses came out to get books.

There was some noise in the room.

""Plucking Lotus Song"! Show me "Plucking Lotus Song"!"

"I want to watch "Yu Nujiao", remember to take "Yu Nujiao"!"

"Don't shout so loudly, call Zhi Duoxing here later."

Everyone laughed and echoed: "Yes, yes, but he can't find out again. If he knows that we read idle books, he will confiscate them."

Someone asked: "Brother Shen, what does Brother Shen want to see? Hurry up and tell them, this needs to be booked in advance."

Brother Shen, Brother Shen wants to see...

Before Brother Shen could open his mouth, Xiao Er, who was the last to leave, was about to close the door when someone held down the door leaf.

Song Jiao poked his head out from the door: "Brother Shen?"

Xie Chen who was sitting inside was taken aback by him, and everyone was shocked.

"I'll go, why is Mao Mao here? Zhi Duoxing is not there, is it?"

"Come back! Take the books, hurry up, take them back."

"Hide it first, hide it, it's too coincidental."

In the chaos, Xie Chen stood up, pulled Song Jiao in, closed the door, and said to the friends behind him, "Hurry up."

In the next second, Wen Zhi, the stern and selfless study committee member, knocked on the door outside: "Mamao? Are Xie Chen and the others inside?"

Just as Song Jiao was about to answer, Xie Chen covered his mouth.Song Jiao raised his eyes to look at him, and looked into Xie Chen's eyes.

Wen Zhi asked again, and Song Jiao stretched out his hand to hold Xie Shen's hand, asking with his eyes.

——Are you watching the little girl again?

Xie Chen shook his head.

——No... Wife!

As long as he and his wife look at each other for more than three seconds, Xie Chen can't help calling "wife" with his whole body.

Wen Zhi outside the door was already communicating with Xiao Er outside: "The government strictly prohibits the sale of these books. You guys are going too far. You should break the door and go in."

Song Jiao:! ! !

He looked at Xie Chen in shock, Zhi Duoxing was about to kick the door!

Xie Chen glanced back, seeing that his friends and the waiter in the library had already tidied up, so he pulled Song Jiao towards him, and then pushed open the door.

Wen Zhi stood at the door: "Sure enough."

He wanted to come in and have a look. His friends hugged each other and shivered.

Song Jiao stopped him: "It's nothing serious, don't be angry, but when I saw Brother Shen, I was a little... excited, so I came in to play with him."

Wen Zhi sighed, I'm not angry, I'm not angry.

"Then what are they doing here?"

"Like us, buy books."

After escaping, Wen Zhi didn't care about them anymore because of Song Jiao's face.

Song Jiao helped them out of the siege, and then left with the two senior brothers and Wen Zhi.

He and Xie Chen waved: "Brother Shen, goodbye."

Xie Chen folded his hands and nodded to him: "I'm going to eat at Tianranju at noon, I'll treat you."

"it is good."

After Song Jiao left, the friends breathed a sigh of relief and gathered around: "Hey, brother Shen, I'm treating you to dinner. I wonder if my brothers are lucky enough to have dinner with you and Maomao."

"Go, I'll give you the money, and you can eat somewhere else, don't bother me and Maomao."

Xie Chen shook his fist at them, and the friends dispersed, and continued to read his favorite storybook, and took a small wooden sign by the way.

Xie Chen originally wanted to go back to read the script, but after thinking about it, he waited at the door for a while, and raised his hand to call for the little girl who was with Song Jiao and the others just now.

"How many books did the most beautiful young man read?"

"The prettiest one?"

"It's the one I pulled into the room."

"Oh, that young master, he's not like you. He just read a few serious books and asked for a wooden sign."

Xie Chen choked: "What do you mean not like me?"

Xiaoer was confident: "What people read is a serious book!"