The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

When Xie Chen and his cronies came out of the Shuangyu Building, each of them held a wooden sign representing participation in the bidding, hung it on their fingers, and shook it.

Muying said sternly: "Don't all of you rob me of "Plucking Lotus Song". Last time, Zhi Duoxing took away the book before I read half of it. Don't grab me."

"Got it, got it, even if we don't rob you, someone else will."

Mu Ying made up her mind: "I'll start saving money from now on, and from tomorrow on, don't tell me to go out to play, I won't go out."

Everyone "hush" and raised their hands to hit him one after another: "You ungrateful guy."

While hiding, Muying said: "Why do you just hit me? Brother Shen is also ungrateful."

The friends said loudly: "Where is Brother Shen? Don't talk nonsense."

"As soon as Maomao left, Brother Shen lost his soul and stopped talking. Isn't this called ignorance of justice?"

As soon as Mu Ying said, everyone turned their heads to look at Xie Chen.

Sure enough, although Xie Chen was walking with them, he seemed absent-minded, holding hands, shuffling along, kicking away the stones beside his feet.

They were silent for a long time before Xie Chen came back to his senses and turned to look at them: "What's wrong?"

The friends also looked at him, pretending to be serious: "Brother Shen, you and Mao Mao just met an hour ago, even if it's unrequited love, it's not that strong, right?"

Xie Chen raised his hand towards them: "Get lost."

It was almost noon, and the group agreed to go to Tianranju for lunch, thank you Chen for the treat.

Xie Chen asked Xiaoer to open a private room for them: "Don't come here and disturb me and Maomao."

The friends toasted and said: "Understood, thank you Brother Shen."

There are copper basins and towels in the private room, Xie Chen stopped in front of the copper basin, washed his face, wiped it with the towel, raised his head again, and looked in the mirror twice.

Friends watch him and help him with his ideas.

"Brother Shen, retie your hair."

"Brother Shen, smile...don't smile so brightly, but with a little smile, the kind of 'faint smile' in the script."

"Brother Shen, you have to be gracious later, and you can sit down when Mao Mao sits down. You have to bring food to Mao Mao. By the way, you must control yourself and stop arguing with him, let alone fighting."

Xie Chen wiped his hair: "I know, I know better than you guys when I get along with Mao Mao."

He tidied up his appearance, flicked his sleeves, and was about to go out when the waiter outside pushed the door open.

"Your Highness and Mr. Wen, please, His Highness Taisun has already arrived and is right here."

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi were standing at the door, Song Jiao waved at him: "Brother Shen."

Xie Chen's plan to be alone fell through.

Xie Chen could only hide his displeasure in his heart, took a step to the side, let Song Jiao and Wen Zhi come in, and then told Xiao Er: "Add three positions."

Song Jiao said to him: "Senior Brother Liu and Senior Brother Jiang are not with us, they go out to eat, only me and Zhi Duoxing come over, two seats are enough."

Xie Chen said: "There is another one for myself."

"Ah? You have no place?"

Xie Chen felt wronged: "No."

Xiao Er brought three chairs over, Song Jiao sat in the middle, Xie Chen and Wen Zhi sat on either side.

Although Wen Zhi valued study, he always urged them to read books, but he would not spoil their interest when eating.

The friends were laughing and laughing, only Song Jiao sat there holding the chopsticks, not moving for a while, as if thinking about something.

Wen Zhi turned to look at him, tugged at his sleeve, and said to him softly: "Don't worry too much, you can think of a way when you go back."

Song Jiao looked at him, smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and nodded: "Yeah."

When he turned around, he bumped into Xie Chen bringing him some food, Song Jiao thanked him, but Xie Chen looked into his eyes, as if he already knew something.

Song Jiao hurriedly lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze, for fear that he would see through her current predicament.

He is a little short of money, but he doesn't want to borrow it from Xie Chen.

You can borrow it from anyone, but you don't want to borrow it from Xie Chen. He feels that this is very bad and strange.

The teenagers played outside all day and had dinner outside before returning to their respective homes.

When Song Jiao returned home, Grandpa hadn't come back yet, saying that he was discussing matters in the palace, so he ate dinner in the palace before coming back.

Song Jiao hugged the system and waited in Grandpa's study.

He stroked the big yellow dog's back again and again, while looking around.

Grandpa's study in Qi State is very different from the study in Qing State.

He worked as a great historian in the Qing Kingdom, and his study was full of scrolls, all of which Grandpa Song bought from the market, and occasionally he couldn't put them down, and would put them on the ground.

He was the prime minister in Qi State, and Qi State was remote, so he couldn't buy many books, and he didn't have time to buy any more. The study room was full of memorials.

Song Jiao looked at Grandpa's study, feeling a little melancholy.

The system asked: "What's wrong? Why are you acting weird today? What did you meet when you went out today?"

"It's nothing, it's just..." Song Jiao thought for a while, "I met someone who was selling grandfather's previous books."

"Huh?" The system was startled, and raised its dog's head, "Is it a book from when we were in Qingguo?"

Song Jiao was a little frustrated: "Well, it will be auctioned in a few months, but I have no money."

"That's right, your grandpa is very popular now, and those literati want a copy of his book to collect, and it will definitely be priced at a high price." The system thought for a while and asked, "Then how much money do you have now?" ?”

"Counting the New Year's money given to me by my grandpas during the holidays, it should be 300 taels."

"That's probably not even a fraction."

"Yeah." Song Jiao puffed her cheeks, "If I knew about this, I wouldn't spend any money. I bought a piece of pine smoke ink last month and it cost me three taels. It would be nice to keep the money. "

"Okay, okay, grandpa won't care about this. If you are unwilling, start saving money now. I will accompany you to see it on the day of the auction. It should be enough for us to buy a small book."

"Well, that's fine."

Judging by his expression, he was probably still unwilling, so the system said again: "Why don't you... borrow it from your grandpa Xie?"

"Borrow from Grandpa Xie or spend money from the national treasury, Grandpa will definitely not like it."

"No." The system climbed up from his arms, "Thank you grandpa for having your own money, did you forget? When you were young, he was a bag of gold when he made a move."

"But I borrowed it from Grandpa Xie, and I still can't get it, and I can't get it for the rest of my life."

"Then take it with Xie Chen."

"No." Song Jiao said seriously, "I won't take money from him."

"why?"

"Anyway, no." He didn't want to have financial entanglements with Xie Chen, so of course he couldn't take Xie Chen's money casually.

That makes him look greedy.

Song Jiao was thinking about something when Grandpa Song came back.

"Mamao, you are here."

Grandpa Song was dressed in an official uniform, so he should have entered the palace as soon as he came down from court.He entered the door, opened his arms, and asked the attendants to undress him.

Grandpa Song asked, "What do you want to do with Grandpa?"

Song Jiao put down the system, stood up, turned away the attendants, walked up to Grandpa, and raised his hand to help him take off his official hat.

Grandpa Song smiled and said, "Tell me, what do you want for being so attentive today?"

Song Jiao helped grandpa take off his coat: "I don't want anything, and I'm not that bad. I ask grandpa for things every day."

"Really? Then don't say it later."

"Yes, yes." Song Jiao hurriedly said, blinking his eyes, "I... want to sleep with grandpa tonight."

Grandpa Song smiled, and Song Jiao said again: "Going out to play today, they insisted on going to the theater, so they just watched Ghost of the Underworld."

"Mamao scared?"

"En." Song Jiao nodded, picked up the light clothes, and put them on for Grandpa.

"I thought it was such a big deal, what's there to be afraid of in the underworld? Even if there really is a underworld, wouldn't grandpa want to help you find the way first? What are you afraid of?"

Song Jiao raised his head and said seriously, "Grandpa, hurry up and pee."

Grandpa Song followed him: "Bah, bah, bah."

Song Jiao had some supper with his grandfather before going to bed.

After Song Jiao grew up, it was rare for him to sleep with his grandfather, holding his hand and talking endlessly. When he finally stopped, he took a closer look and found that his grandfather had fallen asleep.

Presumably because he was too tired from discussing affairs during the day, Song Jiao covered Grandpa with a quilt, stroked his beard, and was about to go to bed.

Early the next morning, Song Jiao got up early to go to Lantai for class, Grandpa Song went to court, and the two of them took a carriage together.

Song Jiao hugged the system and yawned: "Grandpa, I want to live in the palace tonight."

Grandpa Song said: "Then live in the palace. I don't have to worry about you. I slept with you last night. Grandpa didn't sleep well all night."

Song Jiao hurriedly said, "I didn't move."

"You didn't move around, but grandpa will wake up automatically to see if you have kicked the quilt. Grandpa was used to it when you were young."

"Then...you can't blame me..."

While talking, the carriage stopped on the palace road.

Song Jiao picked up her schoolbag and got out of the carriage: "Goodbye, Grandpa."

Grandpa Song also said to him, "See you later."

At this time, Song Jiao's friends came running not far away, saw Song Jiao, and said loudly: "Maomao, I'm going to be late, hurry up!"

"Oh, here we come!" Song Jiao held the schoolbag in one hand and the system in the other, and ran to keep up with the big team, not forgetting to turn around and say to grandpa, "Goodbye, grandpa."

Grandpa Song didn't understand the words, but he still replied: "Mamao bye?"

After a day's class, Song Jiao went back to Xiaodong Palace, finished today's homework first, then took out a piece of white paper again, and picked up a pen and ink.

The system lay beside him: "Do you really want to write an IOU? I want to borrow money from your grandpa?"

"Well, I still want to try."

"Aren't you afraid you won't make it?"

"That's right." Song Jiao thought for a while, and then continued to lower his head to write, "So I write the names of Grandpa Xie, Godfather, and Xie Chen. Three generations, so I should be able to return it."

Song Jiao quickly wrote two IOUs, put down the pen, read them from beginning to end, dried them, folded them up and put them in her arms.

He went out and asked the attendant outside, "Have you brought the snack I mentioned when I came back?"

"Go back to Your Highness, I brought it here. The little ones saw that His Highness was serious, so they didn't dare to disturb you. Does Your Highness want to eat now?"

"No." Song Jiao shook his head, "Pick it up in a food box, I'm going to give it away."

"Yes."

Song Jiao looked up and saw that there was no light in Xie Chen's palace opposite, so he asked one more question: "Is Brother Shen not there?"

"His Royal Highness has gone out."

"Oh." That's fine, since he's not here, I won't be in the predicament of borrowing money from him.

A young man who wants to be strong is of course not willing to borrow money from his sweetheart.

That's tantamount to exposing your shortcomings in front of your sweetheart, and points will be deducted.

The food box was brought over quickly, and Song Jiao went to the emperor's bedroom with the snacks in his arms and the IOU in his arms.

Song Jiao pushed open the door of the palace after the attendant informed him, poked his head out, and called out softly, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Mr. Xie was sitting in front of the table, reading a book while Fan Kai stood behind him.

Master Xie raised his head: "Maomao is here? Come in."

Song Jiao went in with the food box, sat down at the table, and arranged the snacks: "Bring some food to Grandpa Xie."

"Didn't go home today?"

"Well, there is something I want to discuss with Grandpa Xie."

Old Master Xie and Fan Kai looked at each other, Old Master Xie picked up a piece of snack and said with a smile, "You don't need to discuss it, just do whatever you want."

"We still need to discuss it. I went out to play yesterday, and in a newly opened bookstore, I saw grandpa's old books, but..."

"You should buy it, you should buy it, thank you grandpa for the money."

Song Jiao was a little embarrassed: "But now grandpa's old books are getting a lot of hype, and they are still being auctioned off. I'm afraid the money will be a little too much, so..."

He took out the IOU from his arms and glanced at him timidly: "I will sign the IOU with Grandpa Xie, is that okay?"

The IOU Song Jiao has already signed and pressed his fingerprints.

But Master Xie didn't even look at it, he just said, "Do you really want money?"

Song Jiao nodded: "Yes."

"That's fine, Grandpa Xie will settle accounts with you."

Fan Kai immediately took out an abacus from behind, put the abacus on the table, sat in front of the table, and prepared to settle the accounts.

Master Xie said to Song Jiao: "You have given Brother Shen extra lessons these past few years, counting you 50 taels of silver per hour..."

50 taels of silver? !

Song Jiao's apricot eyes were wide open, Master Xie saw his expression, and hurriedly said: "Oh, it's too little, it's too little, then it's 100 taels."

100 taels! ! !

Song Jiao almost didn't recover.

Fan Kai flicked the abacus, Song Jiao thought for a while, but still pressed his hand.

"Grandpa, be serious about it."

"Okay, okay, tuition fee, 20 taels per hour."

That's more or less.

After Lin Lin finally figured it out, Song Jiao actually had an income of several hundred taels.

But it's still far from enough.

Seeing his drooping little face, Master Xie smiled again: "Not enough?"

"Well, not enough."

"What should I do?"

Song Jiao pushed the IOU forward: "Grandpa Xie, please, I will pay it back later."

Mr. Xie was resolutely refusing, but said: "I have a way."

"Thank you, Grandpa, for saying so."

"You and Brother Shen, aren't you going to have an exam soon?"

"Well, I will make up for Brother Shen."

"No, after the exam, don't you stop studying? Have you decided where to go with your group of friends?"

Song Jiao thought for a while: "Zhi Duoxing and I are probably going to stay and prepare for the imperial examination, Brother Ying will definitely go to the military camp, and..."

"What about Brother Shen? What about Brother Shen?"

"Brother Shen will definitely not stay and continue his studies. He should also go to the military camp."

"But Grandpa Xie doesn't want him to go to the military camp. He hasn't finished reading yet."

"Then Xie Grandpa means..."

"Let him stay and continue studying with you."

Song Jiao shook his head: "No."

"What's wrong? Mao Mao dislikes Brother Shen?"

Song Jiao continued to shake her head: "No, I just think we should listen to Brother Shen himself."

"Don't listen to him, he hasn't read much yet, his father and I don't have to worry about leading the soldiers." Mr. Xie looked at Song Jiao, "Mamao, anyway, he listens to you, you help me." Grandpa Xie persuaded him to keep him, and Grandpa Xie will give you the money."

Song Jiao flatly refused: "No, this is Brother Shen's own business."

"Then you are willing to separate from Brother Shen?"

"I'm reluctant, but I don't want to persuade him to stay. If I persuade him, I will definitely persuade him to do what he wants to do." Song Jiao looked up at Mr. Xie, "Grandpa Xie thinks Brother Shen is not good enough?"

"Of course not. Grandpa is worried about him, so you can keep him for a few more years, will it work?"

"No." Song Jiao took back the IOU, put it away, and got up to leave, "Thank you, Grandpa, I'll think of other ways."

Song Jiao stood up in the hall, bowed to him, and went down.

After he left, Mr. Xie and Fan Kai looked at each other, and said with a smile: "Really, it makes me look like a bad guy, I'm not worrying about them."

Master Xie turned his head to look at the screen behind him, and said loudly: "Maomao is gone, come out."

A candle shadow flickered behind the screen, and a person came out from behind the screen.

It was Xie Chen.

Xie Chen walked up to his grandfather, sat down where Song Jiao was sitting just now, picked up a piece of snack that Song Jiao had brought over, and ate it.

Mr. Xie said: "You two have exactly the same thoughts, even when you came here, you were both front and back."

That day in the Shuangwu Building, Xie Chen asked the waiter in the building, and he knew what kind of books Song Jiao wanted to buy, but he scraped together the money in his hand, and it was still a bit short, so he also came to see Mr. Xie just now. The head of the family wants to borrow some money.

With exactly the same words, Mr. Xie said to Xie Chen: "I want money, right? You don't need to sign an IOU. Don't you want to go to the military camp? Take Maomao with you. Song Junjun especially wants Maomao to go to the military camp for exercise. , but I’m afraid Mao Mao will not agree, you take him with you, and grandpa will give you money.”

Of course Xie Chen refused.

Of course, Mr. Xie respected the wishes of the two children. He just had nothing to do after dinner and just teased the two children.

Now it seems that the relationship between these two children is very good.

Master Xie said to Xie Chen: "After a while, the auction will start, you go with Mao Mao, how much do you want, grandpa will buy all the books of Song Junshi from his private money, don't miss any one. "

Xie Chen nodded: "Thank you, Grandpa."

"By the way, if you don't study next year and go to the military camp, where are you going to station the army?"

"Go..." Xie Chen paused, "A place closer to Mao Mao."

Master Xie snorted with his nose, but smiled on his face.

When Xie Chen returned to Xiaodong Palace, it was already late.

The lights were on in Song Jiao's room, Xie Chen walked by the corridor, and suddenly thought of what Song Jiao had just said to his grandfather.

"If I persuade him, I will definitely persuade him to do what he wants to do."

Xie Chen raised the corners of his lips, then stepped forward and pushed open the door of Song Jiao's room.

Song Jiao was hugging the system, worrying about money and Xie Chen, if Grandpa Xie insisted on keeping Xie Chen, what would Xie Chen do?

So annoying, annoying.

The door was suddenly opened, and he and the system turned their heads to look at the same time.

Xie Chen stood in front of the door and said in a good mood: "You are a little fool."

Song Jiao was puzzled, and Xie Shenshen finished speaking this sentence, closed the door and left.

He hummed and swayed all the way back as if he was stepping on a cloud.

His wife really loved him and let him do what he wanted.

Five days later, the auction of Shuangyu Building started on time.

Song Jiao and his literati friends went to have a look.

In this auction, there were only ordinary books, nothing more than different engravings or pictures. Song Jiao saw a few books that he was interested in, but he didn't dare to buy them, for fear of wasting money.

Brother Liu actually took two copies and gave them to him and Wen Zhi, one for each.

Song Jiao accepted it embarrassedly.

After this auction, Song Jiao felt more and more that he didn't have enough money. He had to think of a way to earn more money before auctioning off his grandfather's books.

He thought about it for a long time, and then took out the scrolls that he had annotated over the years and sold them.

Since the annotations of those famous artists can sell money, so can his.

This is Lantai's No. [-] note!Future champion notes!

Wen Zhi was very shocked: "Maomao, you haven't read books since then?"

Song Jiao nodded her head: "It's all in my head."

The fact is that he and the system scanned and archived dozens of books overnight.

The system will reprint a copy for him.

The most surprising thing is that Shuangyu Building even accepted his notes, and the notes he had collected over the years were sold for 300 taels.

Song Jiao directly called the owner of Shuangzhulou to have vision.

Then he borrowed Wen Zhi's notes, asked the system to make a copy, and sold them to Shuangyu Lou.

This is the note of another future champion!

Wen Zhi was a little speechless, but let him go anyway.

Soon came the first auction where Grandpa Song's collection of books appeared.

Song Jiao arrived at the auction site early with the money she had saved these days.

In the middle of the lobby of the Shuangyu Building, there is a platform with seats in front of the platform, both upstairs and downstairs.

Song Jiao was led by Xiao Er to sit upstairs on the railing, and after waiting for a while, Wen Zhi and the two senior brothers also arrived.

After Song Jiao greeted them, she began to look forward to Grandpa's book, so nervous that she didn't even touch the tea on the table.

The auction proceeded according to the procedure, and as night fell, the books on the stage were changed one after another, but Grandpa Song was not found.

Song Jiao lay on the railing, still staring intently, afraid that she might miss it.

Suddenly, a bright light flickered on his face, he looked up, and saw a blue-clothed boy who was about his age, dressed luxuriously, with a golden crown on his head, and a long-life lock on his neck, sitting on the opposite seat , holding a diorama in his hand, looking towards them.

Seeing Song Jiao looking over, the boy also put down the binoculars, smiled at him, and raised his hand as a signal.

Song Jiao returned the gift, and immediately after, the books that had been sold on the stage were taken down. Xiaoer said loudly, "The next lot is the collection of Prime Minister Song."

Song Jiao immediately cheered up, holding the wooden sign, ready to bid at any time.

As soon as the voice of "please bidders", Song Jiao raised his hand: "100 taels!"

This is what the system taught him. At the beginning, he had to yell loudly to show his momentum to scare some people away, and then he was sure of winning.

But after he finished yelling, the people below either chatted or looked back at him and smiled, but no one called for the price, and the silence was so severe that Song Jiao wondered if he remembered the process wrongly and shouldn't be calling for the price at this time .

Song Jiao frowned, not understanding what was going on, he was obviously ready to spend a lot of money.

Just when he was wondering, Liu Yi explained in his ear: "Everyone knows you and knows that you are the grandson of Prime Minister Song. We have made an appointment a long time ago, and we won't fight with you. It's better to return the books to their original owners. .”

Song Jiao was shocked, Wen Zhi said indifferently: "These people's poems are average, but their character is first-class, which is impressive."

Song Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, and then smiled.

But just when Xiaoer was about to announce that he was going to give the book to Song Jiao, the boy in blue sitting opposite Song Jiao suddenly raised his hand.

He raised the price.

Xiao Er said: "Young Master Chu, 150 taels."

Song Jiao glanced at him and raised his hand.Immediately afterwards, the young master surnamed Chu also raised his hand.

While raising his hand, Song Jiao took the time to ask others: "Who is this Mr. Chu? Why do I think he..."

At this time, the price had already increased to 200 taels. Song Jiao realized that his raised hand stopped in mid-air.

He is out of money.

He didn't know what to do, the next moment, a person held his hand from behind him and raised it for him.

Song Jiao turned around: "Brother Shen?"

Xie Chen smiled at him: "Raise your hand."

That Mr. Chu was still adding more, Song Jiao wanted to give up, but Xie Chen held his hand: "Just raise your hand, I'll take care of it."

But after shouting like this, after all, it is endless. People can't help but doubt the intentions of that Mr. Chu, and everyone on the field is a little confused and anxious.

Finally, before Song Jiao had time to raise his hand, someone in front of him raised his hand: "I will add 50 taels to Young Master Song."

Immediately afterwards, another person raised his hand: "I will add 100 taels to Young Master Song."

Wen Zhi and the two senior brothers also raised the price. After that, everyone raised the price one by one, and Song Jiao didn't have time to raise his hand. He could only stand aside and watch the price soar to 3000 taels.

And those literati who didn't know Song Jiaosu, even if the price was increased, they still looked calm and breezy, and they didn't even turn their heads to look at Song Jiaosu.

They just wanted to help Song Jiao and Prime Minister Song, and they didn't have any conspiracy. Of course, it was best that Song Jiao didn't recognize them.

Literati style, nothing more than the case.