The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

After days of exhaustion, Song Jiao fell asleep after lunch.

After sleeping until evening, the attendants called him softly: "Your Highness, please get up and eat something, eat something before going to bed?"

Song Jiao was extremely sleepy, and couldn't hear what they were saying clearly. He lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt, covered himself up, and moaned, "I'll sleep for a while."

The attendants patted the quilt outside, and he stopped talking, and when he closed his eyes, he fell into chaos.

People outside stopped urging him, Song Jiaoan slept quietly for a while,

After an unknown amount of time, Song Jiao vaguely heard someone talking.

"Oh, why did he come to sleep in brother Shen's room?"

The attendants replied: "Your Majesty, we didn't find anyone in the opposite room, so we came here to take a look. I didn't expect His Highness to be here."

Song Jiao was in a daze, thinking, I'll just sleep in my own room.

Then someone gently lifted the quilt covering his head.

Song Jiao reached out to grab the quilt back: "I'll sleep for a while..."

Grandpa Song pressed his hand: "Are you still sleeping? You've been asleep all afternoon."

Only then did Song Jiao wake up, retracted his hand, rubbed his eyes, and saw the two grandpas beside his bed.

He got up and called out, "Grandpa."

Grandpa Song also responded: "Well, haven't you eaten yet?"

"No." Song Jiao wrapped himself in the quilt, rubbed his eyes again, "I'm not hungry, so I didn't eat."

Grandpa Song said: "Get up and eat a little, go to the study later, and tell us and a few ministers about the affairs in the Northwest. After talking, Grandpa will take you home and go to sleep."

It still matters.

Song Jiao nodded, seeing how sleepy he looked, Mr. Xie couldn't bear to say: "Otherwise, let's talk about it tomorrow, you'll see how sleepy he is."

Grandpa Song said: "Tomorrow is not free, he will go to Taixue to attend classes tomorrow."

"tomorrow?!"

Song Jiao and Mr. Xie opened their eyes wide and looked at him at the same time.

"Grandpa, you are so cruel!"

"Old Song, you are so cruel!"

"Grandpa, I just came back!"

"Old Song, Mao Mao has just come back, how can you make such a fuss?"

Song Jiao and Mr. Xie looked at each other, checked each other's eyes, and then approached silently.

Song Jiao said, "Thank you grandpa, I will sleep here tonight."

Master Xie nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, Grandpa Xie agrees."

Grandpa Song resolutely said: "No, I will go to class tomorrow."

Master Xie tried to fight for Song Jiao: "Hey, Mao Mao just came back after calming down the northwest..."

Song Jiao pressed Grandpa Xie's hand and tried to hold back tears: "Grandpa Xie, it's okay, who told this to be my own grandpa? Then I'll go change my clothes first, then go talk about things in the northwest, and then go to bed, God Get up before dawn, and go to Taixue to attend classes. Grandpa, don’t worry, my body will never fail..."

Grandpa Song was expressionless: "I'm not worried at all. You don't have to worry about taking the exam tomorrow. If you don't take the exam, you won't have a grade. You just don't have to go to school."

Song Jiao:? ! !

He counted with his fingers, and suddenly realized that tomorrow, tomorrow is the day of the Taixue exam!

Song Jiao gasped, fell back, and fell directly on the bed.

In the summer, he emits a stream of white gas, which may be his little ghost.

Mr. Xie hurriedly pinched him among the people: "Hey, Mao Mao? Don't be afraid, Grandpa Xie will immediately issue an order to postpone the exam time for a few days."

Grandpa Song folded his hands: "That's right. When you left, did you agree with Grandpa that the things will be delivered and you will be back in March? It has been delayed until June. I think you really didn't take your studies to heart. You What did you say when you and Brother Shen...were discovered by grandpa? You said that you would never affect your studies, what about now?"

He pulled back Mr. Xie's hand and poked Song Jiao's forehead: "Don't worry about it, let him have a long memory."

Song Jiao lay on the bed and wept silently.

Song Jiao got up from the bed, changed her clothes, and followed the two grandfathers to the emperor's study.

He tried to tug at his grandfather's sleeve: "Grandpa, are you angry?"

Grandpa Song said with a straight face, "No."

"I have homework reviewers in the northwest, and I have read all the books that Taixue will teach in the first half of the year, and—" Song Jiao was sophistrying, trying to make grandpa happy, "And, in the northwest, that is social practice, It's very effective, I feel like my mind is full of knowledge that I didn't have before. Grandpa, have you herded cows and sheep? Have you milked cows? Goat milk? No? I'll just..."

"Yes." Grandpa Song said lightly.

Song Jiao paused.

Grandpa Song didn't change his face: "When you were young, in order to nourish you, grandpa milked you every day."

"Ah... so there is."

While talking, a group of people arrived at the door of the study.

Fan Kai opened the door: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Song, His Highness Song Jiao are here."

Mr. Xie and Prime Minister Song walked in and sat down. Song Jiao straightened his clothes, threw the hairband behind him, and followed in.

Several ministers of civil and military affairs in the study were all accompanied by Mr. Xie, who fought all the way down the country, and there were also the former veterans of the bandit village.

Song Jiao walked in, stood still in the hall, and saluted several adults.

Master Xie raised his hand and said, "The situation in the Northwest has changed again, let Your Highness tell you about it."

Song Jiao called out to the door: "Uncle Fan Kai."

So Fan Kai brought in a hanging sheepskin roll from the outside. What was drawn on the sheepskin was a topographic map of the northwest.

On the first day when he came back, he was forced by his parents to do a butt-kicking demonstration. Song Jiao was a little unhappy because he didn't prepare anything.

Song Jiao took a deep breath and straightened the sheepskin scroll.

"My lords, regarding the changes in the situation in the Northwest, I would like to divide it into two aspects: farming and military. The primary purpose of this disaster relief is farming..."

Before Song Jiao finished his sentence, he paused for a while, and Mr. Xie took the lead in applauding.

"it is good!"

The adults below also applauded.

But he obviously didn't say anything yet, Song Jiao scratched his head.

Only Prime Minister Song didn't applaud, but sat on his seat with his hands clasped together.

After the tidal applause gradually stopped, Song Jiao continued to speak, and within a few words, Mr. Xie started applauding again, especially applauding.

In this infinite loop, under continuous applause, Song Jiao finished his report.

Mr. Xie clapped his hands and said: "This is a good job. It helped the court solve a serious problem. Both you and Brother Shen have done a good job. Tell Grandpa what you want. Grandpa will reward you a lot."

Song Jiao smiled, but before she could speak, she heard a voice saying, "I'm afraid I won't be able to control Hao Na at that time, and it will cause serious trouble."

Song Jiao turned his head to look, only to see that the person speaking was an old man who was about the same age as Mr. Xie, who was also a military commander, tall and powerful.

Song Jiao recognized him, he was the second leader of the old bandit village, and he had sworn obeisance with the old leader Xie, the earliest elder.

If you change your identity, Wang Er is Wang Kuang's grandfather. Song Jiao and Xie Chen fought with Wang Kuang when they were young, because Wang Kuang slandered him and his grandfather as secret agents, and Xie Chen's cow dung tree branch was also a trick aimed at Wang Kuang. .

Later Wang Kuang came to apologize to him, but he didn't accept it, and "not to die" with Wang Kuang, otherwise he would teach him a lesson every time he saw him.Wang Kuang also kept his promise, avoiding him all these years, not daring to appear in front of him.

Song Jiao pursed the corners of his lips and said: "Brother Shen and I have also considered this matter, Haona will sign an agreement with us. And I have agreed with Brother Shen that we will only provide farming methods , The content of the weapon will never be spread outside."

"The prairie people go south every year. The reason is the lack of food in winter. They want food or arable land from the Qi country. Help them solve this problem. In addition, the Cangmu tribe, which is most likely to become a serious threat, has been captured by our army. After being defeated, the other tribes witnessed with their own eyes the disparity in force between the grassland and Qi, so they dare not act rashly."

Song Jiao looked at Wang Erdao, wondering if he was satisfied with this answer.

Wang Erdang didn't dare to be dissatisfied, because Mr. Xie was very satisfied, he started applauding again.

"good good good good."

The hand that was used to holding a weapon turned red.

In today's scene, Mr. Xie gave Song Jiao a lot of face, and even personally sent him and his grandfather back.

Xie Laodang took them to the front of the hall to take a carriage.

"You really don't need to thank grandpa for ordering you to move the exam time back?"

Song Jiao helped Grandpa into the carriage, turned around and said, "No need, everyone else is ready, it's not good to adjust the time for me alone."

Master Xie asked, "Then are you ready?"

Song Jiao nodded: "I'm ready, I'm ready."

He got into the carriage, opened the window curtain, and waved to him: "Thank you, Grandpa, bye."

Master Xie followed him: "Mamao worship, see you tomorrow, Prime Minister."

It was already night at this time, Song Jiao watched Mr. Xie enter the house, then put down the curtain and sat back in the carriage.

He hugged the pillow and slumped on the seat.Grandpa Song glanced at him: "Whether you sit or not."

So Song Jiao moved his butt, like a twisted candy, and sat down next to his grandfather.

Grandpa Song: "..."

Back at the mansion, Song Jiao washed up and was ready to go to bed.

The system has just come back and is attached to the Persian cat, having fun with the big yellow dog.

Song Jiao gave the Persian cat to his grandfather to raise, but after only a few months, he was raised by his grandfather as a big fat cat.

It squatted in front of the big yellow dog and looked very heavy.

The system glanced at Song Jiao and asked, "Take the exam tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Song Jiao sat down on the couch while wiping her hair.

"Then what do you do? Have you studied?"

"Wen... a little warmer." Song Jiao was a little frustrated, "Wen Zhi and Chu Heng sent me notes a few days ago, but I haven't had time to read them yet."

The system said: "Don't stay up late, go to bed early, if it really doesn't work, I'll help you cheat."

"How can I do that? I'll write it myself."

Then Song Jiao rubbed his hair, the system played with the big yellow dog, and neither of them spoke.

The room was very quiet, Song Jiao finished brushing his hair, thought for a while, took all the notes given to him by Wen Zhi and Chu Heng, and put them under the pillow.

The system frowned: "What are you doing? I told you not to stay up late. Staying up late will hurt your health. It doesn't matter if you don't do well in a test. Listen to me and go to sleep."

In fact, Song Jiao didn't want to stay up late at all, he pulled the quilt, lay down... lay down.

Head rested on pillow.

"I will absorb the knowledge while I sleep, good night everyone, blow the lamp for me."

The system was speechless, came out of the body of the Persian cat, quickly flew past the candle, brought a gust of wind, and blew out the candle.

Then he flew to Song Jiao's side: "Do you want to blow a fan?"

"want."

"You are wrapped in a quilt and blowing a fan?"

Song Jiao was confident, and smacked his lips: "Because it's so comfortable."

So the system began to circle in place, bringing up gusts of wind.

Early the next morning, Song Jiao almost got up late.

He changed into the Taixue Tsing Yi worn only once, put on a hair tie, grabbed his schoolbag, and rushed into the carriage.

The driver of the carriage swung his whip very fast, Song Jiao just finished his breakfast in the carriage and arrived just in time.

So he grabbed his schoolbag again and rushed out of the carriage.

Before he rushed into Taixue, he saw two people standing in front of Taixue's gate.

Chu Heng reminded: "Come here."

Wen Zhi, who was reading with his head down, closed the book and looked up.

I haven't seen each other for a few months, and the two friends seem to have grown taller and matured a lot. They are no longer as childish as they used to be.

Chu Heng stepped forward and put his hand on Song Jiao's shoulder: "You've come, we thought you didn't want to go to school."

"How come?" Song Jiao said, "I'm very measured."

Wen Zhi put away the book, and quietly repeated his words: "Very measured?"

"It should have been."

Wen Zhi was helpless: "How dare you step back? Have you reviewed the notes I sent you? How are you preparing for the exam? Can you hold on?"

Song Jiao is confident: "I can hold it steady."

"I'm asking you, can you hold the number one spot?"

Song Jiao was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Chu Heng hurriedly said: "You don't know, if you don't suppress Wen Zhi in Taixue, Wen Zhi is simply crazy." He shook his head: "It's too cruel."

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

Chu Heng counted with him: "We have two big exams and five small exams in the first half of the year."

Song Jiao nodded: "Yeah."

Chu Heng kept smiling: "Wen Zhiquan is at the top of the list."

Song Jiao applauded vigorously: "Oh!" He waved the non-existent light stick in his hand, and "screamed" for Wen Zhi: "Wow! Zhi Duoxing is too strong! A model literati!"

Wen Zhi sighed helplessly: "You take care of yourself first, can you?"

Song Jiao said: "I'm not here, shouldn't you be happier?"

"I'm not happy." Wen Zhi said sternly, "You're not here, and the others are ordinary people with a turbid air. If you beat them, there's nothing to be happy about."

"Ha..." Song Jiao and Chu Heng said at the same time.

Chu Heng was not convinced anymore: "Hey, are you going too far? Could it be that I am also an ordinary person?"

Wen Zhi thought about it seriously, and Chu Heng said in surprise: "Isn't it? You still have to think about it? What do you mean?"

Wen Zhi thought about it for a while: "You barely count."

The three of them talked and laughed as they walked in, Song Jiao and Chu Heng hugged Wen Zhi's arm, and almost squatted down to hug his thigh.

"Boss, please bring me."

Wen Zhi dragged the two of them forward, but turned back helplessly: "Let go." He turned his head and looked around, and there were all Taixue students in Tsing Yi nearby, he was a little embarrassed, and lowered his voice: "You two, let go ,very ugly."

Song Jiao said with a smile: "No, the exam is coming soon, so I'm lucky in the exam."

Wen Zhi was extremely helpless and looked up at the sky.

In the first year of admission, the Taixue exam process is similar to the college exam.

In the morning it is Mo Yi and posting scriptures, in the afternoon it is policy discussion.

This year's Mo Yi has changed to oral meaning, just like posting scriptures, it is a face-to-face oral answer question with the examiner.

The students were all waiting outside the door, and whoever the bookboy called his name would go in to take the test, and after answering, he would leave through the other door and wait in the classroom to prevent over-examination.

Song Jiao was holding the book, originally planning to cram for a while, but he and his friends hadn't seen each other for a long time.

So he was talking to his friends while holding the book.

After talking a lot, the bookboy called his name before he even opened the book.

He was the first to come in in the courtyard test, so of course he was in the front.

"Master Song Jiao Song."

As soon as Shu Fairy's voice fell, the students who were waiting in front of the door stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look.

They were whispering.

"That's the one, Prime Minister Song's grandson? Didn't come to class for half a year, did you go to the Northwest for training?"

"It's him, and I don't know how he should take the exam."

"What's there to worry about? You can memorize the oral meaning and the scriptures, and you're willing to put in the effort to memorize them. What are you afraid of? Besides, they're better than those of us who are hard-educated in pacifying the Northwest."

On the other side, Song Jiao had already put away the books and followed the book boy into the room.

He went in, and very few people talked more and more inappropriately.

"Those things in the Northwest, Prime Minister Song is behind the scenes. If anyone here is changed, it is a rabbit going to the Northwest. How can things not be handled well?"

"But because he is the grandson of Prime Minister Song, he took advantage of this. Ordinary people can't even go, so why don't you make him stand out?"

Chu Heng and Wen Zhicai turned their heads, but the voice of speaking disappeared in an instant. In the crowd, it was impossible to recognize who was speaking just now.

Chu Heng stood up, curled his lips, and replied: "The "Disaster Relief Book" was written by three people who spent three days and three nights sorting out more than 3000 files. Some people read more than [-] articles in the first half of their lives. Is there an article?"

He shouted loudly: "Schoolboy, Shuboy, did you burn incense this morning? What's rotten? It's sour."

Wen Zhi stopped him: "Forget it, they didn't dare to say to their face, Mao Mao is taking the exam inside, don't make noise."

Chu Heng just sat back, folded his hands, and kept a straight face.

In the room, Song Jiao was being tested by two gentlemen whom he had never met before. They looked very kind. Song Jiao said hello to them and sat down in his seat.

The two gentlemen probably knew him too, and maybe they wanted to save some face for Prime Minister Song's grandson, so the questions they asked at the beginning were all simple things.

Song Jiao answered fluently, their eyes lit up, they exchanged a look, and they changed a book.

Ordinarily, the oral exam and posting of scriptures would end in less than half a quarter of an hour, but this time, after three incense sticks, there was still no bookboy coming out to call for help.

Everyone was uneasy: "No way? The exam took so long this time? I'm afraid that everything in the exam is difficult?"

There are still some discordant voices.

"I'm afraid it's not that the exam was difficult, but that the one in there hasn't had class for half a year and can't answer anything, so he is mad at you, isn't it?"

Chu Heng glanced back quickly, forced the sour voice back, and then whispered to Wen: "What's going on? Why isn't it over yet? It won't be true..."

Wen Zhi lowered his head to read the book, not paying much attention: "It's impossible for him to be bad, he should be too good, so good that the gentlemen are so impressed, they hate seeing each other so late, and the gentlemen can't help but keep him for a while."

"Hiss..." Chu Heng clearly didn't believe it.

"Just wait and see." Wen Zhi looked frank, "He didn't come back from going out to play around, he came back from going out to gain knowledge, and once he comes back, no one will be able to play."

"how about you?"

"I don't let go of the book, I don't stop day and night, barely equal to it."

Chu Heng smiled and stopped talking.

After a while, the book boy came out from inside: "Wen knows Mr. Wen."

Everyone tried to see something from the book boy's face, but unfortunately Wen Zhi went up soon, and they couldn't see anything.

These gentlemen are all acquainted with Wen Zhi, and they are also very kind to students who do well in learning.

"Xiao Wen is here."

"Hello, sir." Wen Zhi nodded slightly, and sat down in his seat.

He glanced at it and saw that the books on the table were out of order, so he understood.

The previous time, at Song Jiao's side, several gentlemen asked all the articles, so it took a lot of time.

Wen Zhi withdrew his gaze, pursed the corners of his lips, and sat up straight. For the first time in Taixue, he had the energy to deal with an important "enemy".

Song Jiao was led by another book boy, and walked out from another door to the backyard.

The book boy said: "Young master, please rest here for a while. After all the previous exams are over, you can leave."

"Okay, thank you."

The book boy left and left a cup of tea for Song Jiao. Song Jiao sat down on the railing of the corridor holding the teacup in both hands.

Passing the first test is very good and easy.

But it's not good to be the first one to finish the exam, just sit and wait alone.

Song Jiao tilted his body and leaned against the pillar of the porch.

He played flying chess with the system to pass the time, and at the end of the game, someone finally came.

He jumped off the railing: "Zhi Duoxing, you are finally here."

Wen Zhi nodded and walked into the yard.

The two finished the exam first, occupied a shady place first, and sat down on the railing.

Then more and more people passed the exam, and more and more students came to this yard.

Song Jiao paid attention to the people who came in one by one, Wen Zhi knew what he was doing, and said, "Chu Heng is not that fast, he is the last one."

"what?"

"You forgot, he came here temporarily, so he is at the end of the queue."

"That's it." Song Jiao leaned against the pillar, "So sleepy, so hungry, so tired."

He didn't feel it when he just woke up for the exam, but now that he's getting more energy, he feels that he didn't rest well, he didn't eat well, and he didn't sleep well.

Song Jiao yawned. Suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder.

Song Jiao turned around: "Huh?"

The man smiled and bowed to Song Jiao: "Young Master Song."

"what happened?"

"I want to ask you, how many questions did you answer verbally?"

Song Jiao blinked her eyes: "I have answered all of them."

The smile on the man's face froze, and he asked again: "Then... did you ask the young master twenty questions?"

Song Jiao looked up at the eaves and thought for a while: "Not only that, it seems like I asked hundreds of questions."

Wen Zhi helped him: "When I went in, all the books on Mr.'s desk had been touched, and there was only Song Jiao in front of me, so Mr. asked all of them. A book asks a dozen questions, and there are indeed hundreds of questions. road."

The man laughed dryly, said "Excuse me", turned around and was about to leave.

Song Jiao stood up and pressed his shoulder: "Are you betting on me? Has anyone won the bet?"

"This……"

Naturally there is no such thing, the sky is broken, they are all over twenty, how can anyone overwhelm a hundred?

Song Jiao walked to the other side of the corridor, where the crowd gathered: "Are you betting on me? If no one wins, who should the money be given to?"

Song Jiao looked up at the gambler sitting in the middle, it seemed familiar, but Song Jiao suddenly couldn't remember who it was.

Someone tugged at the man's sleeve and called softly, "Brother Kuang."

A piece of cloth was spread on the ground, and the broken silver was placed on it. Wang Kuang pinched the two corners of the square cloth, and the broken silver was collected and handed to Song Jiao with a clanging sound.

It turned out to be him, the deadly enemy who had fought with him and Xie Chen when he was a child.

The grandson of Wang Erdang's family, the one who said that Song Jiao and his grandfather were spies when he was a child.

Wang Kuang was also wearing Tsing Yi, sitting on the ground surrounded by a group of students.

Song Jiao pursed the corners of her lips, and pushed the money back: "Gambling is not allowed in the Taixue, and it is not allowed to make fun of classmates. If you have free time, worry about the policy discussion in the afternoon."

Song Jiao turned around, just in time Chu Heng came over.

He was the last one. When everyone saw him coming, they knew they could leave.

"Let's go, let's go eat."

Wang Kuang also stood up, patted his clothes, and said in a low voice, "Don't speak ill of Song Jiao behind your back."

The friends said: "Brother, just now you said that the Erdangjia compared him with you last night, saying that he was young and pacified the Northwest, and you don't know anything, you just know how to eat, you are not happy, you just said that he You are the one who speaks the most bad words."

Wang Kuang curled his lips, and said in a low voice, "I offended him when I was young, and I was born shorter than him, so I don't bother to talk to him."