The Bamboo Horse Dressed as the Emperor

"It's the stagnant blood in the chest. It's okay to vomit, but it's better to vomit."

Song Jiao frowned, lying on the bed, vaguely heard someone say this.

Bullshit, he feels bad right now.

My head hurts badly, but my chest is still stuffy, and there seems to be a mouthful of blood.

Then he heard Second Master Xie ask, "When will people wake up?"

The doctor gave a safe answer: "It will probably take a few days."

The next moment, Song Jiao was lying beside the bed, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

Second Master Xie hurried over to help him: "Mamao..."

Song Jiao wiped the corners of her lips with her sleeve, wanted to ask him, but after thinking about it, she stood up by herself.

He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he had to go out and have a look.

He seemed to have seen a coffin just now, but that coffin...

He seemed to have seen Xie Chen too.

No, he must go to confirm.

Second Master Xie held him back: "Mamao!"

His tone was full of hints, but Song Jiao wanted to go out and see for himself, and was usually thoughtful, but at this time, he didn't hear it at all.

Song Jiao didn't have much strength, and wanted to push his hand away, but his voice became weak for a while: "Second Uncle, I want to go out and have a look..."

Xie Erye couldn't stop him, so he could only wave his hand and ask people to invite the doctor down.

The soldiers went out and closed the door behind them.

Song Jiao wanted to open the door, but because the door was locked, she wanted to pull the bolt, but for some reason, she couldn't open it.

He couldn't help it, and patted the door angrily, about to shed tears.

While crying, he said softly: "Brother Shen is not dead, Brother Shen is not dead..."

Song Jiao finally couldn't bear it anymore, retracted his hand, squatted down on the ground, hugged his legs and cried loudly.

The next moment, someone hugged him from behind: "Maomao, don't cry."

Song Jiao didn't hear it at all, maybe she heard it, but it was just a hallucination, she cried even more fiercely, her face was covered with tears.

Xie Chen felt a little helpless, he could only hold him tighter, hold his face, and make him turn around: "Mamao."

Song Jiao's eyes were hazy with tears, and she couldn't see clearly when looking at people with tears in her eyes.

He froze in place, still not reacting.

Xie Chen helped him wipe the tears off his face, so that he could see himself clearly, and held his hand again, letting him touch his face, it was still warm.

Song Jiao looked at him steadily, afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

Song Jiao cried and laughed, and called out, "Second Uncle, isn't it..."

Xie Erye nodded: "Maomao, yes."

Before Song Jiao could be happy, he heard noises coming from outside.

Song Jiao reacted immediately, and pushed Xie Chen: "Hurry up and hide."

Xie Chen went behind the screen, opened the secret passage, and hid in. Song Jiao also went back to the bed and lay down, covering the quilt.

Xie Erye went to open the door.

Not long after, Wang Kuang and a general of the Wang family, who was also an uncle of Wang Kuang, came here with soldiers.

Wang Kuang called out, "Second Lord."

"Ah."

"I heard that His Royal Highness Song Jiao is here, so I came here to take a look."

Of course Wang Kuang didn't come to visit Song Jiao, he just came over to check on the position of the Wang family to see if there was anything unusual.

Wang Erdang was worried after all, so he asked him to come and have a look.

To be honest, Wang Kuang felt... very sad.

But the current situation is urging him to stand in line quickly, stand in line quickly, he has been trying to find a balance point, but now...

He was able to let Song Jiao go last time, this time...

Wang Kuang walked into the room and saw Song Jiao lying on the bed, his face was bloodless, and he was still in a coma.

There was a large pool of blood in front of the bed.

Xie Erye explained: "Maomao and Brother Shen have a good relationship, as soon as they see the mourning hall, they..."

Wang Kuang remained silent, another general reminded him: "The second leader said..."

At this moment, Song Jiao slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head with difficulty, looked at Wang Kuang, his eyes were red: "I want to send Brother Shen's coffin to Grandpa, is it possible?"

Wang Kuang paused, looked at him, and finally uttered two words: "Yes."

The other general got a little anxious and touched his elbow: "Hey..."

"Grandpa's plan is about to come true. These two highnesses have enjoyed great popularity among the people for a long time. If they are forced to death, I'm afraid grandpa will lose the support of the people." Wang Kuang looked at Song Jiao and said seriously, "Anyway, Xie Chen is dead, Song Jiao The end of life is not long, so there is no need to embarrass them, Song Jiao will die on the road by himself, and the Wang family does not need blood on their hands."

This is also Xie Chen's plan.

He was trapped in Weicheng and couldn't get out. He went out in a coffin and went to Rentian City in the name of the dead.

It's just that he "stopped the spirit" here for seven days, and he hasn't had time to carry the coffin out.

Song Jiao knew what he was thinking at the moment when he found out that he had faked his death, just when Wang Kuang came, he took the opportunity to propose sending the coffin to Rentian City.

Wang Kuang would agree, he knew it.

Sure enough, after the Wang family left, Song Jiao immediately pulled himself together, put on plain white linen clothes, "dressed in linen and mourning" for Xie Chen, and put a filial white flower on his hairband.

Xie Chen swallowed a pill and lay back in the coffin.

During the turmoil, Xie Chen and Song Jiao took the time to hug each other, and while everyone was not paying attention, they exchanged a light kiss.

They kissed secretly in Xie Chen's mourning hall.

Song Jiao held Xie Chen's tablet and walked in front of the team.

Behind him was Xie Chen's coffin carried by a carriage.

Song Jiao's footsteps were firm, and he walked in the front. Every step forward, it seemed as if the mountains were toppled, and the rivers and lakes were surging, forcing back the people who were facing each other with swords and swords.

Wang Kuang sat on one side with his feet crossed, letting the Wang family's army make way for him.

Hurry up, relying on Wang Kuang's warrant along the way, unimpeded.

Finally, at night two days later, Song Jiao arrived at Rentian City.

Wang Erdang walked around the coffins of Song Jiao and Xie Chen, and finally waved his hand to let them in.

"Come in, brother is waiting."

The people are all in sight, and it is impossible not to let them in.

Besides, Xie Chen's corpse is in front of him, and Mr. Xie will definitely die of heartache when he sees him.

That way he doesn't have to do it.

Mr. Xie is also pretending to be sick these days. Wang Erdang's family will hold a sacrifice the next day, right in front of Mr. Xie's house, saying that it is to pray for him. In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that when the time comes, Wang Erdang will Swing thousands of Wang's troops in front of Mr. Xie's house, and he will have to pass on the throne if he doesn't pass it on.

It would be nice if he could piss Mr. Xie to death tonight.

So Wang Erdang sent someone to help unload Xie Chen's coffin and put it at the door of Mr. Xie's room.

Then Song Jiao, who was dressed in plain clothes, entered the room.

"Thank you grandpa."

The doors and windows of the room were closed tightly, not a trace of wind came in, and the curtain was hanging in front of the couch, lifeless.

Song Jiao stepped forward and opened the curtain: "Grandpa..."

Mr. Xie was lying on the bed, his face was pale, he lost a lot of his beard after seeing him in just a few days.

Song Jiao knelt down beside the couch: "Grandpa."

Master Xie opened his eyes and raised his hand to touch his head: "Mao Mao..."

Although he knew that Grandpa Xie was pretending to be sick, Song Jiao always felt that something was wrong.

It seems that Grandpa Xie is really sick.

Song Jiao quickly tried his forehead, took a towel and wiped his face: "Grandpa Xie, how do you feel?"

Master Xie shook his head: "It's okay, don't be afraid, Maomao."

Song Jiao said solemnly: "I'm not afraid, thank you grandpa, I'm not afraid."

"Okay, this is my grandson Xie Taichong. Where is Brother Shen? How is Brother Shen?"

"Brother Shen is fine."

"it is good."

Tomorrow will be a tough battle, Song Jiao will sleep on another small couch in Grandpa Xie's room without even changing his clothes.

Grandpa Xie also stayed up all night. Song Jiao heard him hold back his cough and coughed stuffily all night.

When he got up, he wanted to pat Grandpa Xie on the heart and let him go to bed.

Early the next morning, Song Jiao heard the sound of orderly footsteps outside the door.

Wang Erdang arrived with his army.

Song Jiao got up from the couch, put on coarse linen clothes, opened the window, and looked out.

Xie Chen's coffin was still placed below.

Thousands of soldiers lined up neatly under the steps. In the open space below, Wang Erdang's family had arranged for people to build a high platform.

He was standing on that high platform, holding a rite written by someone early in the morning.

Song Jiao saw the big bronze tripod in the middle, and thought to himself, just offering sacrifices to heaven is not enough, Wang Erdang's family must have asked someone to hide something "God's will for the king" in the bronze tripod, a bronze tablet, or a jade seal.

It is the same as "Da Chu Xing, King Chen Sheng".

He wants to usurp the throne logically.

"...Blessed by the destiny, the great state of Qi will last forever, and Your Majesty's holy body will be in good health!"

It didn't take long for Wang Erdang's family to finish reciting the tribute to heaven.

At this time, Song Jiao opened the door and went out, everyone looked at him, and Wang Erdang also looked back at him.

Song Jiao opened his mouth: "Your Majesty..."

He couldn't speak, so the little eunuch behind him shouted for him: "Your Majesty is dead!"

Song Jiao settled down: "Wang Er is in charge, His Majesty left a handbook, please find two more ministers to come and see it together."

The surprise came too quickly, Wang Erdang immediately ordered two generals in his family to go in with him.

No matter what the content of the handbook is, he can repair it and change it.

The hall was dead silent, there was no life at all, the curtain was still hanging quietly in front of the bed, Mr. Xie was lying on the couch, motionless.

The little eunuch went over to take a look first, followed by the two generals, both of them stepped forward, opened the curtain, took a look, then turned their heads and nodded to Wang Erdang.

Wang Erdang was overjoyed, and was the last one to go forward.

The moment his hand stretched out and touched the curtain, the person on the bed suddenly jumped up, grabbed his hand with one hand, picked up the long sword on the bed with the other hand, and sent it to his heart.

The change happened so fast that no one could react, and no one could see his movements clearly.

Master Xie drew out his long sword, and sent another sword into his heart.

The long sword touched Wang Erdangjia's heart, and reached the end, but Mr. Xie refused to let go, grabbed his hand and stabbed him to death.

Through the curtain, the curtain was torn off by Mr. Xie, Mr. Xie got off the bed directly, leaned against him, and pushed him towards the door.

Mr. Xie, with disheveled white hair and red eyes, pushed him against the door while roaring like a tiger.

Although Tiger is old, he is still Tiger.

No one can underestimate him, no one can hit his head with the abacus.

For a moment, the entire hall and front of the hall were filled with his roar.

The situation was so disturbed that the color of the situation changed, and the world was shocked and wept ghosts and gods.

In front of everyone, in front of Wang's army, Mr. Xie pushed Wang Erdang against the door and stabbed him with one sword after another, every blow was enough to kill him.

Like a rain of blood, red dots sprinkled on his white hair, which was particularly dazzling, and some fell on Prime Minister Song's court clothes that Mr. Xie's family hung in his room.

The general who came in with Wang Erdang was caught by Song Jiao's long sword at his neck before he could draw his sword.

With two bangs, the sword fell to the ground.

The Wang family soldiers at the bottom of the steps, seeing such a scene, either lost their minds, or drew their swords and wanted to step forward.

But the next moment, there was a strange noise from the coffin placed in front of them, and everyone backed away in fright.

The lid of the coffin was split open, Xie Chen stood up from the coffin with a long knife in his hand, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped down a rebel general who was closest to him.

He wiped his face, wiped away the blood spattered on it, and stepped out of the coffin with one foot.With his terrifying eyes alone, he forced a group of people back again and again.

"It's a fraud." Xie Chen raised his chin towards them, "Come, all come."

Those who grew up next to tigers, whether they were little rabbits or little wolves, all had the blood of little tigers flowing in their bones, and no one could allow anyone to despise them.

The tiger just took his children to learn hunting and counterattack.

On the other side, Wang Erdang leaned against the door, slid on the ground like a torn bag.

Master Xie pinched his collar, lifted him up, and dragged him out the door.

He walked down the steps, step by step, and stood on the high platform that worshiped the sky.

"Today, I will use him as a sacrifice to heaven. I feel in great health, and I can fight for another 100 years!"

Master Xie raised his hand, wanting to throw the body of Master Wang Er, but after thinking about it, he threw down the long sword in his hand.

"Come on! Who else wants to kill me? The knife is here, come on, come on!"

Master Xie threw the body away and opened his arms: "Come on!"

No one dared to go up, Master Xie sneered, picked up the halberd from the side, and started to swing it on his own.

Just like when he declared war on the Qing Kingdom back then, he was fearless and vigorous back then, but now he is getting stronger and stronger.

Not long after, shouts of killing came from outside, Fan Kai and Mrs. Huijing also arrived, and the Wang family army in the city all surrendered.

Those who should be recruited to surrender, those who should be imprisoned, and those who should be beheaded should be beheaded directly. Song Jiao and Xie Chen arranged these things.

Song Jiao tugged on Xie Chen's sleeve and said softly, "Wang Kuang."

Xie Chen nodded: "I know, I will take him into custody first, and then release him after a while."

Mr. Xie was not disturbed by external objects. Although he was a little physically weak and occasionally had to raise his halberd to support his body and rest for a while, he still insisted on finishing a set of moves.

When it was over, he held his long halberd, rested for a while, and said to Song Jiao: "Maomao, send someone to call the gong and drum team over."

"it is good."

Song Jiao knew what he wanted to hear, and when the gong and drum team arrived, Song Jiao let them play "On the Sedan Chair" without having to be instructed by Mr. Xie himself.

Master Xie threw away the long halberd: "Brother Shen, go and take care of things, Maomao, help me go back."

"it is good."

Xie Chen continued to work, Song Jiao supported Mr. Xie, the grandfather and grandson, and walked up the steps with their backs to "On the Sedan Chair".

Master Xie said to Song Jiao in a low voice: "Maomao, back then, your grandfather was like this too."

Song Jiao couldn't remember for a while: "What?"

"Oh, you were only five years old at that time, so I don't remember clearly." Master Xie twitched the corners of his mouth, "When you were five years old, your grandfather quarreled with me, and he took you out to play, and ended up in the posthouse. Here, you met an assassin, and your grandfather did the same, through the curtain, drew a long sword on the bed, and stabbed the assassin to death."

"I happened to bring people over there at the time, and when I opened the door, I saw your grandfather killing people." Mr. Xie paused, "He looks like a hero, just like me."

Song Jiao lowered his eyes: "I remember."

After walking a few steps, Mr. Xie looked up and saw the official uniform of the prime minister hanging in the room.

He looked at it, and suddenly his eyes were blurred by tears. In a trance, it seemed that Prime Minister Song was wearing an official uniform and walking down the steps.

Song Jiao helped Mr. Xie to walk up the steps.

Wufa, the young Prime Minister Song, walked down the steps.

The bloody clothes are muddy, and the official uniforms are neat.

Slowly approach, never meet.

No matter how long the steps are, there are only dozens of steps, and they will be finished soon.

Mr. Xie stepped over the threshold and entered the room. He didn't want to lie down on the bed, so he sat down in front of the table.

In front of the door is the orchestra of the old bandit village. The song "On the Sedan Chair" never stops, playing from his prime of life to his twilight years.

Master Xie asked Song Jiao to sit beside him, and he leaned his head on the pillow like a child.

He explained: "Grandpa is a little tired."

Song Jiao rubbed his temples for him: "Grandpa, will this be better?"

"Yeah." Mr. Xie closed his eyes, "Mamao, grandpa can't taste good things, and he likes the song "On the Sedan Chair" the most."

Song Jiao said: "Grandpa, I think it sounds very good, I like to listen to it very much."

"Really? Grandpa likes to listen too."

After a long while, Mr. Xie finally said: "Grandpa has been a slave in the racecourse since he was a child. The master of the racecourse will beat or scold the slaves. Only one day does not beat the slaves, and that is when there are weddings outside. The weddings outside are played "On the Sedan Chair" , the owner of the racecourse will drive us far away, so we can save a day of beating."

"So when my grandfather was a child, he was the happiest when he heard this song."

"Later, grandpa married a wife, gave birth to a child, gave birth to your godfather, and that goddamned second child. Later, these two married wives. Later, Brother Shen was born and established the Qi State. Grandpa will let them brag about every happy event. song."

"As long as this song is played, grandpa will feel that grandpa is the happiest person in the world, and grandpa is the most complete person in the world."

Song Jiao hummed softly while rubbing Grandpa Xie's head.

It is Grandpa Xie's favorite "On the Sedan Chair".

The wind blew through the door, blowing Mr. Xie's beard. He closed his eyes and was already fast asleep. He was covered in bloodstains and murderous looks, but he was like a carefree, ignorant baby.