The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

Mr. Xie stood against the wind and shouted sharply: "Light it up! Send the Prime Minister on his way!"

When the people kneeling on the ground heard this, they knelt on the ground, trembling, their words of begging for mercy stuck in their throats, unable to speak out.

Song Jiao stood on the other side of the official road, holding Grandpa's tablet, and tried to take a step there: "Thank you, Grandpa..."

"Light it up!" Mr. Xie said resolutely, he turned his head to look at Song Jiao, and told the crown prince, "Boss, take Mao Mao away, don't stop the team, and send the prime minister on the road!"

The prince didn't dare to disobey his father, walked up to Song Jiao, and tugged at his sleeve: "Mao Mao."

Song Jiao put back her sleeves, held the memorial tablet, and walked forward quickly: "Grandpa Xie, my grandpa won't like you killing innocent people indiscriminately."

"They killed your grandfather, one counts as the other, they all have a share! Grandpa Xie is avenging your grandfather!" Mr. Xie snatched the torch from Fan Kai, threw it forward, and threw the torch into the pile good firewood.

The firewood was poured with kerosene in advance, and when it encountered sparks, it immediately burned into a raging fire. The people in prison clothes couldn't even escape, and could only watch the flames surrounding them.

Black smoke drifted towards him, blinding Song Jiao's eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, he walked over there.

Suddenly, there was only a "bang" sound, and then the clouds drooped, and before the fire reached anyone else, it began to rain.

Song Jiao and Mr. Xie realized something at the same time and looked up at the sky.

Rain fell on the burning piles of firewood, and the fire quickly died down.

Song Jiao protected Grandpa's memorial tablet in his arms, turned his eyes to look at Mr. Xie: "Thank you, Grandpa."

Master Xie came back to his senses, raised his head, leaned back, and fell straight to the ground.

He fell into the rain, as if he heard Prime Minister Song's sigh.

He also sighed: "Fan Kai, let me go."

Fan Kai breathed a sigh of relief, and went forward to push the fire away.

At this moment, one of the young literati stood up.

"It's me," he said.

Master Xie stood up abruptly and stared at him closely.

The man said sternly: "It's me. I was deceived by the state of Qing, mistakenly thinking that the great historian of the Song Dynasty was a treason for wealth and wealth, and I took refuge in the state of Qi."

"You..." Master Xie clenched his fists, "You..."

"I am willing to die." He stood up and walked to the side of a bucket of kerosene that had not yet been poured on. Before he had time to plunge his head into it, Mr. Xie swooped forward and knocked him over on the ground.

Mr. Xie's fist fell down like raindrops at this time, and hit him, punching to the flesh, causing the man to bleed from all seven orifices.

Mr. Xie used all the swear words he had learned in the market all his life: "You bastard! You bastard! A heartless bastard! You bastard! I will kill you, and you will return my prime minister!"

Master Xie grabbed his collar, pulled him up, and yelled at him: "Who is greedy for glory and wealth? What do you think? Who is it?"

"Back then, the dog emperor of the Qing Kingdom gave Song Wenxue a cup of poisoned wine and wanted to burn him to death. It was Lao Tzu who saved him. He had nowhere to go, so he stayed!"

"What the hell are you? I'll kill you!"

Song Jiao stood aside and silently turned the tablet of grandpa so that he faced her.

Grandpa cherishes talents, he knows that, so when innocent people are about to be implicated, he will rain heavily to extinguish the fire.

But this person is obviously not someone worthy of grandpa's cherishment. Even if grandpa disagrees, Song Jiao still wants this person to pay for his life.

He thought that he was a chivalrous assassin who attacked his grandfather just because he listened to provocations. Such a person is not worthy of sympathy. He has to pay the price he should pay for his partiality and impulsiveness.

So Song Jiao turned grandpa's memorial tablet around, and didn't let grandpa continue to look at it.

For this matter, Grandpa Xie and him can do it.

Mr. Xie taught that person a lesson in the most primitive way, and no one could stop him.

In the end, Mr. Xie swung his fist dozens of times, and sat down on the ground suddenly.

He covered his head, feeling a little dizzy with anger.

The murderer was lying on the ground, only breathing in, not exhaling, his pretentious backbone was smashed to pieces when Mr. Xie swung his first fist.

A prime minister admired by the whole country died at the hands of a self-righteous fly.

After his death, the flies thought they could use death as an apology, but they only added dirt to those who were truly honest and clear-hearted.

Song Jiao handed over Grandpa's memorial tablet to Xie Chen, and asked him to hold it for a while, then walked up to the man, looked down at him, and said flatly, "Give me back Grandpa."

The man hummed twice, but couldn't say anything.

"Give me back grandpa!" Song Jiao cried and repeated this sentence.

He grabbed the man's collar and pulled him up: "Give it back to me! You give me back grandpa!"

"Who are you? What is the Qing Kingdom? Can you judge my grandfather's merits and demerits? My grandfather's merits and demerits are judged by people's hearts and history books. What are you? You died and turned into ashes. In 1000 years and 1 years, someone will remember my grandfather! Are you willing to die? Are you worthy? You can’t compare to my grandfather in a thousand or 1!"

Song Jiao yelled until his voice broke, Mr. Xie quickly pulled him away, both grandpa and grandson burst into tears.

Master Xie cried and coaxed him: "It's okay, Grandpa Xie will avenge your grandpa."

He turned his head and said to Fan Kai: "Fan Kai, go get some poison and pour him down. Ask the doctor to treat him. It will take a year and a half to cure him!"

Fan Kai dragged the dying murderer down, Master Xie calmed down, and said again: "Liu's family, the supervision is not effective, exile; the people in the house, the care is not effective..."

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, afraid that he would say the word "kill".

Mr. Xie raised his head and looked at the sky, just at this time, the rain stopped and the clouds cleared.

He pursed the corners of his lips, tried his best to endure, and finally said: "Go to the border to do hard labor."

Without this rain, there would have been a bloody rain in Qiangzhou City.

They should thank Prime Minister Song for saving their lives.

Along the way, paper money was sprinkled, and thousands of miles of people gave it to each other.

On the day Prime Minister Song returned to Fengxiang City, it snowed heavily.

Not big, fluttering, not like the snow in the north, like the catkin snow in the south.

The Prime Minister of Song Dynasty stayed in the palace where the courtiers usually go to court. Mr. Xie ordered him to hang a white cloth here and use it as a mourning hall.

The courtiers dared not object.

It should be like this.

The murderer who poisoned him was secretly given several doses of poison by Mr. Xie's family, and he was half dead on the road.On the day he arrived at Fengxiang City, when he was about to enter the city gate, he suddenly vomited out the dirt.

I think it was the righteousness of Fengxiang City that stopped him.

The attendants did not dare to take him back, so they could only leave him outside the city.

He was lying just outside the city, with his head tilted, and vomited until the end, unable to vomit anything, and then his body suddenly exploded, and the stench that had been brewed by several poisons in his body exploded.

At this time, Prime Minister Song's coffin was sent into the prepared mourning hall, which was still clean and free from dust and mud.

That murderer was so stinky, Mr. Xie asked people to throw him away.

On the night when Prime Minister Song was buried, he kept it from everyone but took Fan Kai and strangled the murderer himself with a bowstring.

Too much force is horrible.

After finishing this task, he walked out of the dilapidated courtyard where the man was placed, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

There was a murderer, and there was a murderer, and he was going to do it himself, for the rest of his life.

For seven whole days, Song Jiao wore sackcloth and knelt beside his grandfather's coffin, burning paper money for him without stopping.

Xie Chen also knelt beside him, accompanying him.

All the civil and military ministers came to express their condolences, and the two kowtowed in unison to thank them.

Seven days later, Prime Minister Song's coffin was sent to Liangzhou City and buried in a mountain near Liangzhou City.

That was the place where Mr. Xie started his family, and it was the place where Prime Minister Song met Mr. Xie for the first time.

Although it seems that Liangzhou City is a little backward, but every night in the past, whether it was talking at night with the lights on, or not letting go of the book, whether it was arguing, or reaching a consensus, and laughing up to the sky, it was here.

This is a place where plans to unify the world and rule the country grow up.

Over the years, with the decline of the Qing Kingdom, many rules were unconsciously abolished.

But after Song Jiao sent his grandfather's coffin to Liangzhou City, he still decided to keep a filial piety for his grandfather for three years.

He gave up the fame he had just obtained, built a small wooden house next to his grandfather's grave, and lived in it with the Persian cat.

Every morning and evening, I burn incense to my grandfather, and read and write in my spare time.

The fat and strong Persian cat, without Grandpa Song's feeding, seemed to know that the kind old man who always thought he would be hungry and gave him extra meals was gone, and he had been hungry and thinner for a while.

Mr. Xie sent someone to visit him within a few days and give him something.

After all, he promised Grandpa Song to take good care of Song Jiao.

But Song Jiao clearly couldn't eat well or sleep well. When offering incense to his grandfather, his mind often wandered, and when he returned to the room, facing the book, he often lost his mind.

Xie Chen lives with him and often sees him crying alone.

Xie Chen could only sit down beside him, help him wipe away his tears, and quietly accompany him without saying anything.

A month passed like this, and that night, Xie Chen came to see him again, and once again saw him hugging the kitten, sitting in front of the table, weeping at the candle.

Xie Chen sat beside him, took out a handkerchief, and helped him wipe away his tears.

"The doctor said, if you keep crying like this, you will break your eyes."

Song Jiao shook her head: "I didn't want to cry, I was just sitting, eating and reading, when I suddenly thought that Grandpa was gone, I felt very sad, and the tears flowed down by myself."

Xie Chen hugged his shoulders and rubbed his arms: "It's okay, it's okay, we will see Grandpa again one day."

"Ah."

The candlelight is warm yellow, and half of the candle is burned.

Xie Chen opened his mouth and broke the silence: "I will go to war in a few days."

Song Jiao looked up at him in surprise: "So fast, not even a month..."

"Grandpa swore in front of your grandfather that he would take down the Qing Kingdom within a year and avenge your grandfather."

"How is Grandpa Xie? Does his head still hurt?"

"Well, always a headache."

"Grandpa won't want him to avenge himself like this. Grandpa Xie is too tense, too much, and something will happen."

"Your grandfather doesn't want it, but my grandfather really wants it. This is the only thing he cares about." Xie Chen said, "My parents and I have persuaded him, but he has a headache every day when he stays in Fengxiang City. I think, If this is the case, why not let him go to the battlefield, and he will be happier when he goes to the battlefield."

"However, if Grandpa Xie is like this, he will definitely get into trouble. You have to watch him."

"I know."

Song Jiao thought for a while: "I'd better go to the government to do something, you are all on the front line, I'll cheer up and adjust..."

"No, your grandfather left behind a lot of available people, and he has arranged everything for the next three to five years. My grandfather is also unwilling to let you do things so quickly, he will be unhappy."

"it is good."

Song Jiao lowered his eyes, Xie Chen asked again: "Maomao, are you still afraid of the dark?"

"A little bit." Song Jiao lowered his head, "But thinking about what grandpa said to me, it feels like nothing. Grandpa has always been with me."

Xie Chen hugged his shoulders and put a Ye Mingzhu in his hand: "This is for you, don't be afraid."

Song Jiao thought for a while, then said in a low voice, "If there really are ghosts in the world, that would be fine."