The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

That night, Song Jiao's room was brightly lit.

Song Jiao sat in the middle of the couch, Wen Zhi and Chu Heng sat on either side of him.

Song Jiao picked up the pen and wrote four large characters on the paper——

literature review.

Song Jiao cleared his throat: "The so-called literature review is to summarize and classify a pile of vast literature according to writing time, or author, or theme, and refine the theme of each document..."

Wen Zhi and Chu Heng frowned and listened carefully.

After finishing talking a lot, Song Jiaobaba looked at them and raised an eyebrow at them: "My dear friends, how are you doing?"

Chu Heng remained silent, Wen Zhi asked, "How many articles do you have?"

"Hmm..." Song Jiao opened the communication channel between himself and the system, flipped through it casually, "There are only a few thousand articles."

That is...

Upon hearing this, the two immediately got up and stayed on the bed, ready to leave.

"Goodbye."

Song Jiao rushed forward and firmly held their hands: "Friends, friends, for my happiness!"

The friends became more determined to leave and pushed his hand hard.

Song Jiao hurriedly said again: "Friends, friends, I invite you to eat."

The two turned their heads: "What to eat?"

"Drink milk tea and eat roasted whole lamb."

Wen Zhi and Chu Heng looked at each other, and they sat down again.

Wen Zhi asked, "Where is the article? When do you want it?"

"Just for a few days." Song Jiao climbed off the couch, "I'll go get the documents."

Song Jiao kicked his shoes and ran out the door, found an empty corner, and summoned the system: "All, change for me!"

A gust of wind blew, and a stack of scrolls, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign documents, were all packaged in the form of their scrolls, and appeared in front of Song Jiao.

Song Jiao picked up the document: "Thank you all."

The system sneered: "I see how long will you be sorting out?"

That night, the lights in Song Jiao's room were kept on all night.

The three little literati sort out the documents together, lie down and rest for a while when they are tired from reading, wake up, rub their eyes, and continue reading.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Jiao got up from the bed, pushed away Chu Heng's hand lying on her body, rubbed her eyes, and pushed her friends.

"Get up, I'm going to Taixue Journal today." The two friends didn't move, Song Jiao pushed them again, "Friends?"

Song Jiao said loudly: "You are little pigs!"

Wen Zhi and Chu Heng quickly got up and beat him.

"For whom? Who are we for?"

"You ungrateful little wretch wiping your mouth after eating."

Little villain Song Jiao: "Help... help..."

The three tidied up again, and they were the most energetic young people in Fengxiang City.

Mr. Xie loves cultural people very much, and the Taixue in Fengxiang City, as the highest institution of learning in Qi State, has risen from the ground with a magnificent momentum, accepting students from all over the world.

Most importantly, control food and control.

The three of Tai Xue slept together, Song Jiao had already packed his luggage and arranged everything, and wanted to live with Wen Zhi.

Then Chu Heng joined in, Song Jiao was a little worried, but he waved his hand.

"Don't worry at all, my father will settle everything."

In front of the Taixue Gate, Song Jiao got out of the carriage and helped Grandpa down.

"Grandpa, did the third grandpa ask you to wait a while to speak?"

Grandpa Song nodded: "Yes, but I didn't agree."

Song Jiao was puzzled: "Why didn't you agree? Then I can point to you and tell others 'this is my grandpa'."

Grandpa Song flicked his forehead: "In order to let you settle down, your third grandpa has already greeted several old gentlemen in the school, and he will never show you extra favors."

Song Jiao rubbed his forehead, helped his grandfather into the Taixue: "Okay, then let's go in and have a look."

Song Jiao and his grandfather arrived at the residence first, and before Song Jiao's luggage had time to pack, he had to change into the Tsing Yi of Taixue and go to a banquet first.

The so-called Qingqing Zijin, Song Jiao changed into clothes and put her hips on her hips in front of her grandfather.

Grandpa Song patted his hand on his waist, and helped him tug on the jade pendant hanging on his belt: "Okay, let's go."

So Song Jiao trotted to find his friends: "Zhi Duoxing! I look good!"

Grandpa Song smiled helplessly, and followed slowly behind.

In the open-air lecture hall, the futons were neatly arranged. Song Jiao said something to his grandfather, and then sat down. Grandpa Song was sitting in the corridor next to him, looking at them with a smile.

Then a young student came over with the box in his arms: "Please help me look at it for a while."

Grandpa Song was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, let's put it here."

"Thank you old."

It should be late, too late to go back and put things away.

After a while, several students who were too late to pack their luggage came over and asked Grandpa Song to watch for a while. Grandpa Song agreed and asked them to put their things by their side.

Soon, the futons in front of the lecture hall were full, and Mr. Liu also arrived.

He waved to Grandpa Song, and Grandpa Song also waved to him, indicating that there was no need.

Mr. Liu retreated from the Lantai and directly served the sacrificial wine of the Taixue Academy. Today's speech to the new students was also proposed by him.

Standing on the wooden platform, Mr. Liu was completely different from his usual serious appearance when he was in class at Lantai. Today he is kind and amiable, with the appearance of a wise old man.

Regarding this, Song Jiao and Wen Zhi said that they were all fake, and when they got to know each other later, he would become that pedantic and serious old man.

Grandpa Song was sitting in the corridor listening. At some point, a person suddenly sat beside him.

He turned his head to look, and didn't stand up to salute, but just shouted: "Your Majesty."

Master Xie smiled: "Maomao came to Taixue on the first day, of course I have to come and have a look."

On the wooden stage, Mr. Liu's jokes drew applause from everyone.

Mr. Xie said: "It's all green, I can't recognize people."

Grandpa Song pointed it out: "Maomao is over there, the one with a small knot."

"Of course I can recognize Mao Mao, and I'm not blind." Mr. Xie folded his hands, "In a blink of an eye, the children have grown so big, Mao Mao is not as tall as my knees."

"Well, in a few years, we'll be able to step back and let the kids do it."

"It's still early, I wish I could get things done and let them take over." Mr. Xie asked back, "You can rest assured now?"

Grandpa Song shook his head: "Don't worry."

On the other side, Mr. Liu finished his speech, and then Fan Kai came up to the stage: "Your Majesty has an order that all new students will be rewarded with a set of the Four Treasures of the Study."

On the other side of the corridor, Mr. Xie said to Prime Minister Song: "You always say that I dote on Maomao, which is not good for him. Now that everyone has it, isn't it considered doting?"

Grandpa Song smiled: "It doesn't count."

After the feast was over, Song Jiao immediately ran to the two grandfathers' side. The teenagers who had stored their luggage at Grandpa Song's side also came to claim their luggage, and instead pushed Song Jiao outside.

Song Jiao waited for them to leave before he was able to get closer: "Grandpa, thank you, may I go shopping with you?"

"it is good."

A group of people strolled around the Taixue, and thanked the old master for dinner at noon.

Song Jiao tentatively asked about Xie Chen: "Grandpa Xie, is Pipa Island okay?"

Mr. Xie waved his hand very reassuringly: "It doesn't matter, the snowstorm is not as severe as in previous years, so nothing will happen." He looked at Song Jiao: "Are you worried?"

"I'm not very relieved." Song Jiao tugged at Grandpa Xie's sleeve and whispered in his ear, "Grandpa, I wrote a disaster relief memorial. If you think it's okay after reading it, can you let me go to the pipa?" Zhou?"

Mr. Xie is not stupid, he stretched out his hand to him: "Let's take a look at the memorial first."

"I haven't finished writing it yet, so hurry up and tell me first if you can let me go."

"Then you have to ask your grandfather."

Song Jiao sat back on her seat, tugging at the corner of her clothes depressedly: "Who is the emperor?"

Master Xie said without hesitation, "Your grandfather."

Going back to pack up things in the afternoon, Song Jiao started writing the literature review without stopping.

Or two friends to help him.

Unexpectedly, Chu Heng was able to live with them.

In this regard, Chu Heng explained: "It's not a big deal, it's just that my family spent some money, and my father transferred all of our family's properties."

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi were confused: "Huh?"

"I don't have any property, just a silk and satin shop, and a little porcelain shop." Chu Heng flipped through the book carefully, "He said, Prime Minister Song's grandson is so smart, the future of Qi is limitless, and Qing is already at the end of its strength. It is better for him to come here first if he is attacked by Qi State."

Song Jiao shyly said, "Thank you dad for me."

"You're welcome." Chu Heng raised his head, "Then he donated 500 million taels to the state treasury of Qi State, and I went directly to study in Taixue."

Song Jiao and Wen Zhi gasped at the same time.

Song Jiaodao: "You said before that your family is a small business, and you have always pretended to be poor, and let us treat you every time you go out to eat."

Chu Heng lowered his head again, and was held down and beaten by two friends in the next second. It was decided that he would treat guests to dinner ten times in the future.

It took three days like this before the class started. Taixue’s studies were not very heavy. Song Jiao and his friends attended classes during the day and wrote a literature review at night. They quickly compiled a memorial, which was a technical summary.

The three of them gave names to some of their belongings, and then Song Jiao had to hand them over to the system for plagiarism checks. The system originally wanted to card him for plagiarism checks, but professional ethics did not allow him to do so.

In the end, he was let go, and Song Jiao handed over the literature review to Mr. Xie.

Mr. Xie, who had always had a headache with writing, read it carefully, and handed it to Prime Minister Song to read.

Prime Minister Song also looked at it seriously: "That's right, all the methods mentioned can be used, and the crops mentioned can also be used."

Song Jiao said obediently: "Then can I go to Pipa Island?"

Prime Minister Song shook his head resolutely: "No."

"Huh? Grandpa!"

"You have no experience in dealing with..."

Song Jiao retorted: "It is because I have no experience in dealing with things that I am going to accumulate some experience!" He hugged his grandfather's hand: "Grandpa, I really want to go, I won't delay my studies, please."

Mr. Xie couldn't stand it anymore, so he interceded for him: "Lao Song, let the child go, I'll send someone to protect him, it's fine."

Prime Minister Song said: "This is not going out to play."

Song Jiao nodded and said seriously, "I know."

In the end, Prime Minister Song gave in and let Song Jiao and his friends go with the disaster relief team.

The relief materials for this time were provided by Master Chu's silk and satin shop and porcelain shop.

The disaster relief team set off immediately. Song Jiao rode a horse, wore winter clothes, a hat and a scarf, and followed the team all the way north. Passing through every scenery, he could imagine the situation when Xie Chen passed by here.

Pipazhou, Stone Town, spring at the end of February, is still biting cold and snowflakes are falling.

The heavy city gate was pushed open from the inside, and the soldiers stood inside the city gate, and the hot air they exhaled turned into white air.

Song Jiao rode a horse into the city, and looked carefully one by one, but he couldn't find Xie Chen, or anyone he knew. He was about to ask others when he heard voices behind him.

"It's too strong for the five of us to fight fifty against each other." This was Muying's voice. He paused for a moment and said pleasantly, "The disaster relief team has arrived, and we can eat noodles!"

Friends cheered: "I want to eat roast lamb!"

"Stop talking, I want to eat fish."

Song Jiao turned his head and saw Xie Chen in armor riding on the horse.

I haven't seen him in just a few months, Xie Chen seems to have grown a lot taller, and his figure is also much taller.He didn't know what he did, there were two bloodstains on his face, and he looked a bit fierce.

The faint murderous smile that was originally on his face froze for a moment when he saw Song Jiao, and then turned into a brilliant, almost silly smile.

— Wife!

He shouted inwardly.

Song Jiao seemed to have heard his voice, immediately dismounted and ran towards him.

Xie Chen also got off the horse, threw away the ear of the enemy who was used to record his military exploits, wiped his hands on the horse's mane, then opened his hands towards Song Jiao, and embraced him fully.

Muying picked up the ears silently, one ear can be used as a military merit record, brother Shen is afraid of being frightened, so he dare not hold it, so let him bear the fright.

Song Jiao hugged Xie Chen: "What did you just say about fighting against fifty one-on-one? Have you met an enemy?"

Xie Chen didn't change his expression: "Fifty moles."