The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

In the northwest camp, the bonfire was blazing, and the soldiers on night watch were talking around the fire to keep warm.

Someone inadvertently turned his head and saw Xie Chen sitting on the side, and immediately laughed out loud.

"Yo, brother Shen is posing."

When everyone heard it, they all turned their heads to look. Xie Chen immediately withdrew his hand from his lips.

"What are you looking at?! Have you ever seen someone miss a wife?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison: "I haven't seen it."

Xie Chen said: "Fart, what were you doing just now?"

"We want our wives, but we're not as big as Brother Shen..."

Everyone frowned inexplicably.

Muying frowned the most: "Maomao must have had a nightmare in Fengxiang City, brother Shen, you are too nervous, I want to vomit..."

Xie Chen took the hair tie off his hand, folded it neatly, and put it in his arms.

He put aside the blanket, stood up, picked up the halberd, walked in front of the crowd, and gave each of them a shot.

"Get up and watch the night."

Xie Chen had a cold face, colder than the first snow on Pipazhou.

Taixue's mornings are always very quiet.

Wen Zhi got up before dawn, and took a book to read under the lantern in the corridor outside. When the sky was fully lit, he closed the book, went back to the room, and wanted to wake up the two roommates.

Both Song Jiao and Chu Heng are very lazy, this is Wen Zhi's evaluation.

But neither of them thought that way, they said they would rather stay up late than get up early, read the same books and get the same results, so they are definitely not lazy.

Wen Zhi pushed the door open and went in, just about to call them up, but suddenly stopped.

Something seems different today.

Chu Heng fell asleep like every morning before, but Song Jiao——

He was up, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and tied his hair.At this time, he was raising his hands horizontally, with a piece of clothing hanging on each of his arms. Standing in front of the bronze mirror, it was difficult for him to make a choice.

The bronze mirror comes with Taixue, because Taixue students have to dress properly.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Jiao raised his hand, turned to the door, and said angrily, "Zhi Duoxing, you're back, which one do you think looks good on me?"

Wen Zhi said lightly, "You must wear Taixue's clothes."

"I know, it's worn inside." Song Jiao raised his chin at him, "The main reason is to match the camel bone hairpin on my head."

It was because of this.

It was only then that Wen Zhi realized that Xie Chen's trustee had sent him a bunch of things yesterday, among them this hairpin.

Wen Zhi looked at the polished bone hairpin on the top of his head, it should be pretty, but he didn't want to appreciate it at all.

He hates iron for being weak: "When did you get up?"

Song Jiao smiled: "I'll get up after you leave."

"A day's plan lies in the morning, and you spend the whole morning on..."

Before Wen Zhi finished speaking, Chu Heng, who had been curled up in a ball on the bed, couldn't bear it any longer, so he threw off the quilt and sat up, grabbed his own pillow, and threw it at Song Jiao.

Song Jiao clasped his hands together and caught the pillow.

"Xiao Chu, which one do I look good on?"

"You look best in nothing."

Song Jiao choked.

Chu Heng wiped his face, opened the curtain, and crawled out of the bed.

"I heard you rustling and trying on clothes early in the morning. It's so noisy. Next time I'll kill a rabbit with a knife."

Song Jiao raised his hands: "I'm already very quiet."

"The quieter the noise, the louder it is."

"Got it, got it, then I'll just wear one casually." Song Jiao said weakly, "Then you sleep a little longer, what breakfast do you want today, I'll go and buy it for you."

Hearing this, Chu Heng climbed back onto the bed again.

"It's almost there."

Song Jiao gently returned his pillow, put on his clothes hastily, and went out.

He and Wen Zhi were walking in the corridor, Wen Zhi turned to look at him, hesitant to speak.

Song Jiao quickly stopped: "I know what you want to say, tomorrow, tomorrow morning I will get up earlier than you to study."

This is almost the same, Wen Zhi is satisfied.

Song Jiao muttered softly: "I don't do this every day, only today. A few days ago, I uncovered a major espionage crime, and no one said me. Why do I have puppy love all over my head? It's a heinous crime." look?"

Wen knew: "Puppy love is already corroding your heart, your most important task now is..."

"Aw!" Song Jiao suddenly howled.

Wen Zhi turned to look at him: "What do you want?"

Song Jiao, the little lion, rubbed his eyes and didn't dare to resist at all: "I didn't wake up."

The corner of Wen Zhi's mouth twitched.

Song Jiao thought for a while, and said firmly, "Wen Zhi, in fact, puppy love is very good."

"I'll just listen to your sophistry" and "No matter how much you quibble, I won't believe it" was clearly written on Wen Zhi's face.

Song Jiao said solemnly: "Really, think about it. In order to make up lessons for Brother Shen, I had to learn from him and teach him. It means that I have learned it a hundred times by myself, so I have mastered it."

Wen Zhi silently accelerated the pace of leaving, and Song Jiao followed: "Zhi Duoxing? Zhi Duoxing?"

Song Jiao said: "Don't you believe it? Then I will prove it to you today. Puppy love is good for learning."

Wen Zhi: "..." Stay away from me, I will never fall in love even if I die.

In class this day, Song Jiao sat upright in his seat, with a serious posture.

The old gentleman who taught them last night saw his appearance, thought that he had finally changed his mind, and was very pleased. He wished he could give the good student Song Jiao a hug from the respected teacher in class, and the lectures became more serious. He walked on the podium Walking, beaming, dancing.

Song Jiao sat upright and was able to remain motionless for an hour, even Wen Zhi was shocked.

During the break, Wen Zhi appreciated his behavior of listening to the class carefully.

Song Jiao smiled and said, "I sit up straighter, so that everyone can see what's on my head..."

Wen Zhi felt that something was wrong, and quickly interrupted him: "Okay, okay, as long as the result is good, I don't want to know your thoughts."

Song Jiao raised his hand to touch the hairpin, and happily went to class for a day.

In the next few days, Song Jiao wore a hairpin every day, got up early every day to study, and listened carefully to the class.Being taken by him, Chu Heng also started to get up early to study.

The three of them get up early and read books together every day.

So Wen Zhi began to pray, hoping that Xie Chen would send more hairpins, he was afraid that Song Jiao would wear that hairpin every day, and he would soon break it.

Soon, it will be the middle of the month.

Taixue has two days off in the middle of the month, and the students either go home or stay in Taixue.

Song Jiao stayed home for two days, dangled in front of Grandpa wearing her hairpin, and went to the palace to show off in front of Grandpa Xie for two days.

Grandpa Song was very helpless, but Mr. Xie was cheerful: "Brother Shen is not bad, he knows how to love others."

Puppy love is like this, and it is even more so when ancient letters are difficult to communicate and are separated by thousands of miles.

Even if it was a gift, the other party would happily take it around the world, wishing that all the eyes of the world would be on him, and let him express his thoughts in [-] words on this gift.

When the soldier who brought him gifts was about to return to Pipazhou, Song Jiao also asked him to bring some gifts to Xie Chen.

In the evening of this day, the two-day vacation in Taixue month ended, Song Jiao was sitting in the carriage and was going back to Taixue for class.

The wheels of the carriage rolled over the crushed snow in the cracks of the green brick street, and stopped in front of the Taixue Gate.

Song Jiao lifted the curtain and took a look, then picked up her schoolbag and prepared to get out of the car.

He had just stepped on the footstool when he saw a person in the carriage in front of him being thrown out of the carriage.

Song Jiao was taken aback, and just as she was about to go over to have a look with her schoolbag in hand, she saw the man thrown out of the carriage stand firm by himself.

It was Wang Kuang.

Why did he become limp on a trip home?Hurt your leg?

Song Jiao took a few steps forward suspiciously, and saw that in the carriage ahead, Wang Erdang raised the curtain and was talking to Wang Kuang.

"Who encouraged you? Don't think about those messy things, just study. Our family is short of a civil servant, so you..."

At this time, Wang Erdang's family also saw Song Jiao. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows slightly. He sat in the carriage and cupped his fists at Song Jiao: "Your Highness."

Song Jiao nodded: "Yeah."

Wang Erdao was confident: "I am teaching my grandson a lesson."

Song Jiao has always been soft rather than tough, and he was so tough, Song Jiao looked back without fear: "I was in the same class as Wang Kuang, and saw that my classmate was injured, so I wanted to go up and have a look."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Wang Erdao said, "But since it is the subject's family business, I will not bother Your Highness."

Song Jiao turned to look at Wang Kuang and met his pitiful eyes, but he had no choice.

"Then I won't bother you to teach your grandson."

Wang Kuang's eyes changed instantly.

Song Jiao thought for a while, and then said: "However, there is class tonight. During the holiday, the master assigned two essays, which are due tonight, and I have to collect the homework. Please don't teach me too long."

Wang Erdang paused for a moment, then said: "That's natural."

Song Jiao nodded towards him: "Farewell."

"Slow down, Your Highness."

Song Jiao walked into the main gate of Taixue with his schoolbag in his hand, behind him, Wang Erdang was still teaching his grandson.

"You? I don't know you? You are lazy, idle, and you want to join the army? Can you endure the hardship? Don't think about it, get out of school, don't be the last one, grandpa can arrange it for you..."

After that, Song Jiao couldn't hear what else they said.

After a lot of training, Wang Kuang was finally able to escape. With his head drooped, he limped towards the Taixue.

Suddenly, several friends came out from behind the door and supported him.

"Brother Kuang, were you beaten by grandpa?"

"Get out." Wang Kuang said so, but with their support, walking was indeed much easier.

"Because of joining the army? Let me tell you, brother, if you want to fight, use your strength to fight. Don't fight half-heartedly. After being scolded by your grandfather, you will be locked back immediately."

"Yeah, actually, my brothers don't like to study. We came here to accompany you, but we really don't like to study. We made an agreement with our family when we went back the day before yesterday, and we will leave in February next year."

"What?" Wang Kuang raised his head in shock, "You want to leave me alone in Taixue?"

"Brother, don't be sad, you can be a civil servant in the future, and civil servants are fine..."

"Damn it, I don't like being a civil servant." Wang Kuang shook off their hands and turned to go back to find his grandfather, but when he dragged his feet to the door, the family carriage had already left.

Friends stepped forward to hold him back: "Brother, don't be angry."

Wang Kuang was so angry that he kicked the stone statue in front of the gate of Taixue. He kicked so hard that he almost fell to the ground. His friends hurriedly supported him.

He looked at his friends, suddenly realized something, and asked, "Why are you all at the door?"

The friends whispered: "His Royal Highness called us, saying that you are injured, let us come over and help."

Wang Kuang paused for a moment, pulled out the arrowhead hanging around his neck, held it in his hand, and made up his mind: "I'll go home and cover for me at night."

Friends watched him leave.

That night, Song Jiao didn't see Wang Kuang coming to class, so he went to ask about it.

The next day, he still hadn't come.

Neither came on the third day.

Song Jiao couldn't stand it anymore. Wang Erdang had been a bandit in his family and was used to solving everything by force. He was afraid that Wang Kuang would be tough with him and cause trouble.

That night, he discussed with some of Wang Kuang's friends and planned to visit the palace tomorrow.

As a result, on the fourth day, Wang Kuang came to class with a limp.

Friends quickly gathered around: "Brother, are you okay?"

Song Jiao sat on the seat, turned her head, and looked at the situation over there from a distance.

Wang Kuang waved his hand and said exaggeratedly: "Don't mention it, I was pressed in front of the ancestral tablet by my grandfather and beaten for three days. If my mother didn't see it anymore and gave me some food, I wouldn't have survived. "

"Then... brother, that's it for you? Did you get beaten for nothing?"

"That's not true." Wang Kuang put on a smile, "My grandfather said, let me go to the military camp for half a year in the spring of next year, and if I can do things like Brother Shen and Mao Mao, then let me join the army .”

The expressions of the friends froze: "Brother, this...should be more difficult than studying."

"It shouldn't be that difficult, right?" Wang Kuang thought for a while, "Well, forget it for now."

He stood up, dragged his injured leg, walked to Song Jiao, bowed his head sincerely: "Your Highness, I'm sorry, and then, thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Jiao smiled and gave him a high five, "When are you leaving? I'll see you off?"

"No, no, there's no need." Wang Kuang whispered, "Maybe Your Highness can let His Highness Taisun take me with you? I heard that His Highness Taisun will be directly promoted to Little General within a year."

He wrote "Big brother begging for help" on his face.

Song Jiao patted the back of his hand and nodded to him: "If you choose to join the army to avoid studying, then I advise you not to waste your efforts, the military camp is more difficult than Taixue; if you really want to join the army, then, don't Fear."

Wang Kuang summoned up his courage again.

Since then, the two of them tacitly did not mention the promise of "see once and strike once" that lasted for more than ten years, and returned to the appearance of ordinary friends. Wang Kuang no longer had to avoid him. With a greeting, they passed by.

When returning home again, Song Jiao mentioned this matter to Grandpa, and Grandpa Song asked with a smile: "Aren't you and him inseparable? How did it change again?"

At that time Song Jiao was lying on the couch reading a book, and he said casually: "Wang Kuang did commit a heinous crime at that time, but in the past ten years, he has been 'repenting'. In view of his performance, I decided to give him another one. Chance."

Song Jiao put down the scroll, and thought for a while: "Besides, he was still young at the time, and the adult's fault was more serious. In the past ten years, those people have been very respectful to grandpa, and they have never offended them. Grandpa should forgive them, right?"

Grandpa Song nodded: "Yes."

"Then I just forgave him with Grandpa." Song Jiao brushed off his sleeves, "I have acquired a virtue called tolerance."

Grandpa Song laughed: "How can anyone say that about himself?"

"And he is really pitiful. He was beaten by his grandfather for three days."

"Oh, yes?"

Song Jiao rubbed his chin, and said to himself: "Put yourself and others, if I am beaten by grandpa for three days, hiss—"

He took a deep breath and announced loudly: "Then I can't help but rebel!"

Grandpa Song had no choice but to put together the memorial in his hand and slapped it on his head: "Since you were young, has grandpa hit you three times?"

Song Jiao stretched out his hand to block it, while counting: "One, two..."

Grandpa Song stopped in time for the third strike.Song Jiao withdrew his hand protecting his head, looked up, then jumped up by himself and bumped into the memorial.

"Grandpa, hit the third time."

Grandpa Song held him down like a little rabbit: "You just like to be beaten, don't you? Grandpa doesn't beat you like other people's grandpas. Do you think you don't fit in?"

Song Jiao: Woohoo.

Grandpa Song took the memorial and patted him on the head a few times, Song Jiao seized the opportunity and slipped away.

"Grandpa hasn't put you in front of the ancestral tablet yet."

"Then I'll help grandpa approve the memorial, grandpa don't be angry." Song Jiao sat down on the seat where grandpa was approving the memorial with a smile, and lowered his head to glance, "Well, Qingguo's memorial... eh! It's about that spy from before Can I see, Grandpa?"

Grandpa Song waved his hand: "Look, let's see."

Only then did Song Jiao dare to lower his head to take a closer look. He was taken aback after reading the first few lines.

Good guy, Qingguo put all the spies' affairs on the head of the proton Li Xu.

But they all knew in their hearts that Li Xu had lived in the palace for a long time, and those spies came from Qing Kingdom pretending to be a caravan, at most Li Xu had contact with them, but it was impossible for him to be the one who instructed them behind the scenes.

In order to calm things down and appease Qi Guo, Qing Guo directly stated in the memorial that he asked Qi Guo to dispose of the protons as he pleases, and it doesn't matter if his head is beheaded. Qing Guo has no objection.

Song Jiao said: "Grandpa, they obviously pushed someone out at random..."

"Grandpa knows." Grandpa Song stood up with his hands propped up, "This memorial is also necessary for its existence."

Song Jiao frowned: "What?"

Grandpa Song walked up to him: "Emperor Qing is seriously ill, and several princes are trying to seize the throne. They can't control Li Xu, and they are also afraid that if he leaves behind, it will be a disaster, so they simply..."

"That's it." Song Jiao pursed the corners of her lips and said seriously, "Fortunately, Brother Shen has no brothers. Although I am the grandson of Grandpa Xie, I will definitely not be able to be the emperor...but if I say I want to be the emperor, Shen Will brother let me be? Grandpa, what do you think? Can I be emperor?"

Grandpa Song:? ? ?

Song Jiao smirked at him, then stood up, and returned the position of approving the memorial to Grandpa.

He stood aside, grinding ink for his grandfather.

In the early morning of the next day, Grandpa Song was wearing an official uniform and had breakfast with Song Jiao in the dining room.

Song Jiao was breaking the naan cakes and throwing them into the milk tea.Grandpa Song ate quickly. He took the towel from the attendant and wiped his mouth: "Maomao, eat slowly. Grandpa is going to court first."

"it is good."

Before the words were finished, the travel-worn messenger rode directly into the prime minister's mansion.

He got off his horse and knelt down on one knee in front of the dining room: "Prime Minister, the memorial presented by the Qing Kingdom is said to be an urgent matter."

Prime Minister Song wiped his hands, and took the memorial, because it was sent urgently, and the ink on it was still fresh.

As he opened the memorial, he asked, "What's happening in Qing Kingdom recently?"

"The emperor is seriously ill, and several princes are fighting openly and secretly, fighting for power..."

It was something Prime Minister Song already knew.

Prime Minister Song opened the memorial, his face changed.

Song Jiao asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Qingguo wants to protect Li Xu, so please don't deal with Li Xu. They have already sent envoys here. Everything is negotiable, as long as Li Xu is alive."

"Why? The memorial yesterday also said..."

Prime Minister Song closed the memorial and said in a deep voice, "Maybe it's the Qing Dynasty that has no successors."

"Ah?" Song Jiao was stunned.

According to Prime Minister Song's view, several princes of Qing State took over the heirs and died together, and there was no successor in Qing State. The old emperor thought of Li Xu who was far away in Qi State, so he quickly sent envoys to take him back to the country.

Song Jiao couldn't recover for a long time.

During half a month's journey, Xie Chen received the scarf, gloves, and hat from his wife, which were exactly the same as when Song Jiao received the hairpin. He washed his face and hands piously, took a bath, and washed his hair. Cleaned up, then put on a rabbit fur scarf, gloves and hat, and walked around the barracks five times——

There were two laps on foot, one lap on a fast horse, one lap on a slow horse, and one lap on which he deliberately slowed down, chatting with people while walking, turning every word to the gift Song Jiao gave him.

"Look at my scarf. It's made of rabbit fur. It's very warm. It's really suitable for Pipazhou. I just need such a warm and considerate scarf."

"Look at my gloves, they fit my hand very well, they are not bad at all, and they are also made of rabbit fur, because the person who gave me the gloves is Maomao. Mao means rabbit, so Maomao is giving me himself. ..."

"Hey—brother Shen, you have too thick skin."

Xie Chen was unmoved, and continued: "Look at this hat again, Mao Mao often wore it when he was a child, the rabbit ear hat is very cute, I don't wear it as cute as him, but..."

Before he finished speaking, everyone turned their heads and left. They didn't want to listen to Xie Chen's words at all, so that all day long, when they saw him coming, they turned their heads and left, and friends who were familiar with him were no exception.

"Hurry up, hurry up, brother Shen is crazy, catch whoever you see."

"As expected of Mao Mao, he gave something away before he came by himself, and brother Shen can be so happy. He is indeed a childhood sweetheart of more than ten years."

"Don't talk about it, once you say 'mao mao', brother Shen heard it, and he will rush over to introduce you to his scarf in a while. Just a scarf, when we were in Fengxiang City, maomao every winter, every day Dai, what can I say? Which of us hasn't seen it?"

The next second, Xie Chen heard the word "mao mao" and quietly appeared behind them.

"Look at my scarf..."

"I'll go." The friends ran away.

Unlike Wen Zhi in Fengxiang City, Xie Chen's friends are begging God every day, hoping that Song Jiao will stop sending things over.

How can our brother Shen, who is fragile, sensitive, and easily provoked, stand up to this?Even if brother Shen can stand it, they can't stand it either.

Xie Chen didn't appreciate the hardships of his friends at all, walking with wind these few days, happily going to heaven.

Xie Chen, who was hailed as a wild wolf by the grassland tribes, dragged his two rabbit ears and wandered around the grassland.

That evening, Xie Chen showed off on the prairie before returning to Stone City, when a messenger rushed up: "His Royal Highness, the country of Qing has undergone changes. Your Majesty, please send your troops to set off for the border as soon as possible."