The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Song Jiao hugged Xie Chen tightly, and to him——

"Hands up and down!"

From the idiom king Xie Shen.

While touching him, Song Jiao put his hand into his lapel and asked, "Where's my deed of sale? Where's the deed of sale?"

Xie Chen said in a loud voice: "I put away the deed of sale, ah...you don't move! It's at your door now..."

Xie Chen leaned on the pillar in front of the Song Mansion, raised his hands, not daring to act rashly.

Song Jiao's hand groped in his arms, but in the end he couldn't find anything, but touched Xie Chen all over his body.

Song Jiao raised his head: "What about the deed of sale?"

"It's already said that it's not a contract of sale."

"That's right, I felt something was wrong last night."

"no!"

Song Jiao stretched out his hand to him: "Then you return the things to me."

"It's all said and put away. I'll give it to you when I go to school tomorrow." Xie Chen looked down at him, thought for a while, put down his raised hands, hugged Song Jiao directly, and dragged him back.

Grandpa Song was not at home, and Song Jiao greeted the guests as the host of the house.

He asked his attendants to exchange a cup of tea for Chu Heng, and brought him many snacks.

Song Jiao said softly: "I'm really sorry, I don't have any financial difficulties after taking so many books from you. If these books are a big loss to Shuangyulou, Mr. Chu can report the bill to you. Give it to me, and I'll pay it back slowly."

Chu Heng glanced at Xie Chen, the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

——You have already signed the deed of sale, and you still say that you are not in financial difficulties?

Chu Heng smiled: "It doesn't matter, my family does some small business, and I'm not short of money. I just want to make friends with you. Those books originally belonged to your grandfather, and now they are considered to be returned to their original owners."

"Then if you need help with anything in the future, just ask, I'm fairly familiar with Fengxiang City."

"must."

Chu Heng sat down for a while, then left.

Song Jiao sent him to the main entrance, watched him get into the carriage, and waved goodbye to him. The two of them even made an appointment to meet again in a few days when the Shuangyu Building was auctioned.

Song Jiao happily turned around and looked at Xie Chen with some resentment.

Song Jiao pushed his arm: "Brother Shen, what are you doing?"

How obvious he was drinking vinegar, tons of tons!

If there are so many books at home, Grandpa Song will definitely not be able to hide them.

So Song Jiao thought, it's better to put all the books in Grandpa's study today, and when Grandpa comes back from court, he can read them.

He asked people to go back, and took all the volumes of books he had put in the Xiaodong Palace, and wanted to put them all on display.

In the Qing Dynasty, my grandfather had two rooms full of books.Although Chu Heng's family wanted to collect them, they only rescued some of them, and more were soaked in water. Now that they are back in Song Jiao's hands, there are only dozens of boxes of books left, which is not enough to fill a study room.

Just a few days ago, in order to prepare a surprise for Grandpa earlier, Song Jiao urged Grandpa to tidy up the study, and put the memorials accumulated a few years ago in another place, and the shelf in the study also made room for books.

Chu Heng had a heart, the books in the box were basically classified according to the subset of classics and history, and there were labels on the box, so it was very convenient for Song Jiao to put them on the shelf.

The bookshelf in the study room was as high as the wall, Song Jiao sat on a two-legged wooden ladder, and stretched out his hand to Xie Chen who was underneath: "Brother Shen."

Xie Chen opened the box and handed him the books in the box.

While putting it down, Song Jiao flipped through the book casually, and when he saw something funny on it, he showed it to Xie Chen.

"This row of ink dots was drawn by me. When I was young, I liked to blacken the framed parts of the words. Grandpa even slapped my palm for this matter, but I haven't changed it. He draws on his books, and every time he opens them, he finds new surprises."

"Also, I was slapped by my grandfather at the time, and I hated him very much, and then I wanted to put a toe in his book, but I didn't dare to catch a toe, and neither did the system, so I just put it in his book There is a little frog drawn on it."

Xie Chen looked at the imprint on the book, and couldn't help laughing: "Later, you really liked blacking out."

Song Jiao smiled foolishly, then closed the book, ready to put the scroll on it.

In the end, he raised his hand, and his grandfather's voice came from outside the door: "Maomao, what joke did you tell Brother Shen about grandpa? Are you so happy?"

Song Jiao and Xie Chen looked at each other, feeling bad.

Song Jiao asked in a low voice: "Didn't you let your grandfather drag my grandfather? Why did you go to court so early today?"

Xie Chen shook his head: "I sent someone to tell."

Just at this time, Mr. Xie's loud voice came from outside the door: "Oh, Lao Song, why don't you go in first, the children asked me to keep you in the palace, and let you go at night, I promised them gone."

In the study, the two looked at each other again.

Understood.

Mr. Xie's family has no silver of 300 taels here, so it would be strange if Grandpa Song couldn't see it.

There was no other way, the little rabbit Song Jiao had no choice but to climb down the ladder and obediently go over to open the door for the old rabbit grandpa returning home.

"Grandpa..." Song Jiao opened the door, but seeing his grandpa covering his eyes, he said pleasantly, "Grandpa!"

Grandpa Song was a little helpless, and nodded with a smile: "All right, all right, do whatever you want, and whenever you call grandpa to come in, grandpa will come in again."

"it is good."

So Song Jiao helped his grandfather turn around, and went back to lay out books with Xie Chen.

Before leaving, they also heard Mr. Xie talking: "These two children have such a good relationship, they do everything together. A few days ago, a double-hundred-hundred-story building opened in the city, and they just held that auction, auctioned books, As a result, Mao Mao was in a hurry, because..."

Song Jiao reminded him loudly: "Thank you, Grandpa!"

Master Xie hurriedly stopped talking: "Understood, don't say it, don't say it."

But Song Jiao and Xie Chen were the only two to tidy up the bookshelves, and it was too late. Song Jiao thought about it, sent two people out, and called Wen Zhi over.

The two brothers are preparing for the scientific examination, so it is inconvenient to disturb them.

After Wen Zhi came, he was also very surprised: "Is it all here?"

"Mr. Chu is a good man. He just left. I will introduce you next time. You will definitely like him." Song Jiao pushed a bookcase in front of him, "But before that, Zhi Duoxing will help me tidy up first. .”

"En." Wen Zhi nodded, then dragged the bookcase, walked to the other side of the bookshelf, and then held the book to read.

Get in the mood anytime, anywhere.

Song Jiao called him: "Wisdom is multi-star! Wisdom-many-stars-"

Zhi Duoxing was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

It was not until the evening that several people tidied up the bookshelves.

Song Jiao pushed the last book into the bookshelf, looked up and felt a sense of accomplishment.

He said to his friends: "Dinner at my house tonight, thank you." He turned his head and saw Wen Zhi reading a book, and said, "Zhi Duoxing, do you want to read it? I'll lend it to you."

Wen Zhi closed the scroll and put the book back: "This is your grandfather's book, I'll borrow it from him later."

"OK then."

Song Jiao held his future boyfriend with one hand - the nickname he gave Xie Chen, and his good friend with the other hand, and led them to the dining room.

After dinner, Song Jiao took his grandfather and a group of people to the study.

Song Jiao pushed open the door and raised both hands: "Dangdang! Grandpa, Brother Shen, Zhi Duoxing, and I sorted out the books together. The books were sorted out by Mr. Chu Hengchu's family a few years ago. They are all your old books from the past. They are for your birthday. A gift! Although Grandpa’s birthday is a few days later, I’ve arranged it today, so I’ll give it to Grandpa today.”

He ran into the room, picked up a round big fat cake, and walked up to his grandfather while singing: "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!"

The smile on Grandpa Song's face never let go: "Oh, I just had dinner, who is this big cake for? How long have these books been packed? How much did it cost? Are the auction items expensive? I say you Why are you always running outside recently?"

Song Jiao answered one question after another: "Grandpa couldn't finish eating, so he gave it to me. It didn't take long after I packed up the books. Brother Shen and Zhi Duoxing helped me, and it was very fast. It didn't cost much, it was my pocket money. , and the money to sell the number one scholar's notes..."

"Who is the champion? You sold your grandpa Liu's notes?"

"No, it's me and Zhi Duoxing."

Grandpa Song was angry and funny: "You haven't even passed the courtyard test, what kind of top scholar?"

Song Jiao raised his head, high-spirited: "I must be the champion."

He was so confident that Grandpa Song didn't ask any more questions, instead he patted his head, and he, Xie Chen, and Wen knew Xie, and distributed cakes together.

Song Jiao held Grandpa's hand and cut the cake with him.

Song Jiao ate too much hair cake, a little stuffed, and started hiccupping after eating.

"Hi..." Song Jiao covered her mouth, "Grandpa is so blessed, Hip... it's all over me."

He covered his mouth, very reserved: "I'll go out to pour tea, hiccup... Do you want Brother Shen to come together?"

Xie Chen patted him on the back: "You are..."

Forget it, in front of his grandfather, he has to restrain himself a little.

"Let's go."

Song Jiao turned to Wen Zhi again: "Zhi Duoxing, do you want to go together?"

Wen Zhi shook his head: "I still have to borrow two books from the prime minister, so I won't go."

"Okay... hiccup..."

Song Jiao hiccupped all the way out, while Xie Chen patted him on the back all the way.

"Brother Shen... hiccup..."

Xie Chen paused: "Don't call me that, it's weird."

Brother Shen, hiss, it's a title that Xie Chen couldn't even dream of.

The two went to the hall, and Song Jiao poured himself two sips of tea before recovering.

He asked his attendants to send two bowls of tea to the study, after thinking about it, he went by himself.

The two returned the same way, but when they returned, the door of the study was closed.

He was holding the tray and was about to open the door when he suddenly heard someone talking inside.

"...that's what my family members mean. I will go down with His Royal Highness and lead the army to practice for a few years, and the future will be bright." This is Wen Zhi's voice, "My family members are all from the original bandit village. Okay, but I... have no one in my family who can discuss things, so I am bold enough to ask Grandpa Song."

Grandpa Song asked him kindly: "Then what do you think?"

"I want to stay in the scientific examination." Wen Zhi paused, "I have been studying all these years, and I am the most serious in my group of friends. They all think that I will stay in the scientific examination, and I think so too. "

"Well, actually, I think so too. You are really serious, and you are very suitable for the imperial examination."

Wen Zhi lowered his voice: "But every time I study very seriously, I can't compare to Mao Mao who studies casually."

Grandpa Song smiled: "He doesn't study hard at all, he fumbles here and there all day long, and he learns well because you are behind him and urge him to learn. Without you, he would have no idea where he fell. went."

"He also learns better than me casually."

"You are too tense, relax a little bit." Grandpa Song thought for a while and said, "Think about it again. If you want to take a scientific examination, you can come and tell me at any time, and I will help you tell your family. If your family If you don’t want to, you can move here and study with Maomao, and after leaving Lantai, there are still several years to learn, I can teach you..."

Song Jiao outside the door unknowingly heard too many secrets. Hearing this, he suddenly came to his senses, turned his head and glanced at Xie Chen, and the two left in a very tacit and silent manner.

Bringing the tea back the same way, Song Jiao thought for a while, and said to Xie Chen, "Brother Shen, are you going back? Shall I see you off?"

Xie Shen nodded: "Okay."

The attendant went to lead the horse, and the two of them paced, side by side, walked through the corridor, and left the gate of the mansion.

The courtyard of the Song Mansion is a kind of flower that is unique to the desert. It always blooms in summer and autumn. It was blooming when the two of you posted it last time, and it is still blooming now.

A dark fragrance floats in the night.

The two stood in front of the mansion gate, waiting for the attendants to bring Xie Chen's horse over.

Song Jiao put his hands behind his back, stood on tiptoe, looked down at his toes, then looked up at Xie Chen.

"Brother Shen, thank you."

"Ok?"

"You have always been very kind to me, helping me buy books and tidying up the bookshelves." Song Jiao lowered her head shyly, "Thank you very much."

Xie Chen's hands were naturally hanging by his side. He looked at Song Jiao's fluffy hair when he lowered his head, and moved his fingers unconsciously.

In the next second, he raised his hands, covered his face with both hands, and raised his lowered head again.

The palm of his hand was pressed against Song Jiao's cheek.

Song Jiao's face was a little cold from the night wind, but when Xie Chen covered it with his hand, it quickly became hot.

Xie Chen retracted his hand, pinching Song Jiao into a little goldfish with pouty mouth.

Song Jiao stared at him blankly, Xie Chen was also a little dazed, why couldn't he control his hand?

It's not like he hasn't done this kind of action before, and he even does it often.

But today, under the candlelight under the eaves of the Song Mansion, Song Jiao's lips are extraordinarily ruddy, cuter than a small goldfish, more attractive than whale meat.

——A wonderful metaphor from Brother Shen.

In short, Xie Chen felt that not only could he not control his hands, but he also seemed to be unable to control his own mouth.