three feet away from me

Foreword:

Earlier, Yuelin Academy was not the largest academy in the capital, it was also a small school with four wooden sticks and a piece of thatch, which looked dilapidated.

But I couldn't bear it. The gentlemen inside were all full of knowledge and underappreciated, with nowhere to spread their blood, so they could only teach people in this small school. Therefore, the gentlemen taught extra hard.

I can't bear to study in it. They are all children from poor families. They eat less and know that life is not easy. They feel very satisfied that they can go to school in this dilapidated primary school. Therefore, the teenagers study very seriously.

The two-way relationship is meaningful. The gentlemen are willing to teach and the students are willing to learn.In the first imperial examination after the establishment of Yuelin Academy, a number one scholar and Tanhua came out. Since then, the reputation of the academy has been greatly shaken.

Coupled with the good luck of the heavens, in every imperial examination, one of the top three always came from Yuelin Academy. With the subtle changes of time, the academy gradually changed from a small school in a remote corner of the capital to the largest and best academy in the capital. .

The academy has a good reputation, all the students are on the list, the teachers are strict, and the students are all important officials in the court, so why not be afraid, the nobles of the aristocratic families are willing to send their children to the academy.

For this reason, most of the students in the academy are princes and grandchildren, who come from famous families, such as the prime minister's son, the prince's prince, all studied in Yuelin Academy.

It is in such a magical academy that the students talk most about the two opponents in the academy. The two opponents have a good family background and high knowledge. No matter what they do, they are the focus of the academy.

One is the son of the prime minister's family, Wen Xucongwen's little son, who is serious in his daily life, and whoever looks at him can freeze three feet of ice, and is blinded by his good looks of Qingjun Yuxue.

The prime minister was too indifferent, and the students kept him at a respectful distance, avoiding him if he could, but there were some people who didn't know what was good or bad, and faced difficulties.

The only son of King Pingyang, Du Xingqing, Du Xiaohou, was born handsome, handsome, and unparalleled. What he likes to do most in the academy is to provoke Wen Xucong. Whatever Wen Xucong does, he can find faults and talk badly. , how to make Wen Xucong angry, and how to come, and never get tired of it, and enjoy it.

The students are not blind or stupid, they can all see that the little prime minister never tires of being harassed by the young master. On the one hand, they sweat because the young master always confronts the icy prime minister, and on the other hand, they admire him The young master has the spirit of daring to die, and there is also a faint perverted mentality of fearing that the world will not be chaotic. He is looking forward to the day when the unbearable Wen Xucong takes out a machete that is half the length of a man to chase and kill Du Xingqing.

The students who thought of this were full of sorrow. If this day really happened, then they should hold the bench and kowtow melon seeds to watch the fun!Or hurry up and take a pen and paper to record this unprecedented event that is rare in a millennium!

Under the ardent anticipation of the academy students every day, the two rivals actually skipped the academy's classes, and it would be a month if they didn't come!

They waited and waited, but they waited for the news that the two had eloped.

All students:! ! !

that!That jade-faced Rakshasa Wen Xucong actually eloped!The target is still sloppy, he used to be annoyed to death by Du Xingqing!

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With a buzz, the dull bells gathered over the academy, gathered, gathered, and then scattered in all directions with a whistle.

Immediately afterwards, the silent academy became noisy.

"My master is procrastinating again today, and the talk is just that, it's more interesting to drink and listen to music!"

"Keep your voice down, you just left the house, do you want to be punished by the master to copy the book!"

"Hey, brother Wen, I have learned a lot from my master's lecture today! Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. The ancients never deceived me."

"I don't know who was the one who got drunk and dragged the girl to cry last time!"

"Keep your voice down, do you want to be punished for copying books by the master?"

The students came out of the attic with their books in their arms. For a while, the academy was busier than the market.

The young people's brows are high-spirited, everything they watch is lively, and everything they do is interesting. When they get together, even people they don't know can come and chat with each other without any barriers.

Groups of young people gathered in the academy. Although it was late spring, there was a vigorous atmosphere everywhere. Even the oleanders on the trees that had passed the flowering period were shaking their branches and leaves, as if they were still alive. During flowering.

In such a garden where there are groups of three and four, laughing and laughing, there happens to be someone who doesn't fit in.

Wen Xucong is holding a book and walking under the green wisteria rack, with an indifferent expression on his picturesque brows, and the corners of his lips are slightly drooping, like thorns and thorns around him. The students consciously keep a distance from him, or Or simply go another way, the prime minister thinks he has never encountered a blockage.

"Hey! Xu Cong!" A clear and clear voice caught the attention of the noisy crowd. The students looked along the source of the voice and turned their heads when they saw the person coming.

In the academy, the only one who can greet Wen Xucong so acquaintedly is the Du Xiaohou who is not afraid of death, Du Xingqing.

When Wen Xucong heard the sound, the footsteps stopped, and when he looked back, he knew who was coming. The young master quickened his pace without squinting. He was tall and had long legs, and he was about to walk out of the gate of the South Pavilion of the Academy.

"You ignored me and pulled your hair tie!" The person behind him followed like a shadow, like a dog's skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off.

There was a layer of coldness between the brows, Wen Xucong stopped, pursed the corners of his mouth and looked at the person who came: "Young Master."

The little duke looked like a sunny spring in March, bright and handsome, Du Xingqing leaned against the wall, and easily cut off Wen Xucong's way: "Tomorrow's daily vacation, where are you going to play?"

Wen Xucong lowered her eyes, her long and dense eyelashes cast two shadows on her fair face: "Review your books at home."

"What's the fun in that?" Du Xiaohou clicked his tongue to express his disdain for the nerd: "The sky is not so hot, Zhou Ce said that the mountain is not so cold, why not go hunting?"

"Don't go."

Wen Xucong simply refused, bypassing Du Xingqing and leaving.

"Hey!" Du Xingqing stopped him: "I said Mr. Wen, the prime minister is gentle and refined, and he has a good temper when he sees people first. How come you are so unreasonable."

"Then you can go to the Prime Minister." Wen Xucong looked up at him as calmly as possible, "Ask him to accompany you to the mountains to hunt."

"What am I looking for him for? He's not as good-looking as you."

Glancing coldly at Du Xingqing who was full of nonsense, Wen Xu narrowed his eyes and wanted to leave without wanting to speak.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, you don't say a few words, but you always want to leave!"

"Young Master," the eyebrows twitched fiercely, Wen Xucong pointed behind Du Xingqing patiently: "Someone is waiting for you."

Zhou Ce, the son of Taifu's family, hugged the pillar behind them, showing a pair of eyes pitifully, with an aggrieved look of wanting to come but not daring to come.

"I'll go first!"

"Hey, you..."

Just looking back, Wen Xucong resigned quietly and left. When Du Xingqing wanted to turn around and chase after him, Zhou Ce, who jumped up at the right time, grabbed his sleeve.

"Young Lord, don't provoke the jade-faced Rakshasa today, save me!"

"What can you do!" Du Xingqing saw that slender figure disappearing into the corner of his vision, so he looked away reluctantly, lowered his head and pulled his sleeve back.

"It's a big deal, if you're not careful, it's the kind of house raiding."

Du Xing quietly looked at Zhou Ce from beginning to end: "Who dares to copy Lord Shangshu's house!"

"Ancestor, keep your voice down."

Zhou Ce dragged Du Xingqing to the gate, glanced to the left and left guilty on the road, and finally dragged Du Xingqing into a restaurant like a thief.

Du Xingqing: "..." Resisting the urge to kick this guy away, he followed him.

In fact, this is the case. A few years ago when foreigners invaded, our court was forced to retreat [-] miles of land and gave up twelve cities. Ze, brave and good at fighting, made great achievements repeatedly, broke through the territory and recovered the city walls all the way, and finally forced the foreign countries to surrender. Finally, the army returned to the court. The emperor was very happy, and rewarded the name of the general, made him the protector of the country, and bestowed countless treasures , the so-called fame in one battle is probably like this.

But man!From extravagance to simplicity, from frugality to extravagance is difficult, with fame, fortune and beauties beside me, I feel that I have made great achievements, so I will inevitably become impetuous and ignorant of the heights of the sky and the earth.

Today I saw the beautiful coral bushes in Liu Shilang’s house, so I begged for it with a cheeky face, and tomorrow I saw Lord Li’s jade Ruyi is exquisite, he smiled and rubbed his hands and said that it would be better to give it to me. The most embarrassing thing for the officials is to go to the officials’ house for a banquet, If there were any good-looking maids he had a crush on, he would have snatched all of them and bound them to bed.

Although the ministers couldn't bear it, these emperors could bear it when they thought of the territory he took back in that war, so they turned a blind eye and let him go. , and even revealed in a drunken conversation that he had contacts with Gentiles, saying that those who fought against him were all brothers.

In this way, the emperor found that things were not that simple, but they only said that they were friendly, and foreigners bowed their heads to me after losing the battle, and the friendship on the surface could not be said to be bad. Xie Ze had contacts with foreigners , is nothing.

Once the grudge in my heart was planted, it broke through the ground, took root, sprouted and grew rapidly. Everyone knew that the emperor was dissatisfied with Xie Ze, but there was no evidence, so he couldn't be moved.

All the ministers kept a distance from this powerful general in fear, for fear that one day they would be implicated by him and bring down their families.

But it was Xie Ze, whom everyone was afraid to avoid, just a few days ago, he was drinking flower wine with a beautiful woman in his arms at the bank of the Qinhuai River with the younger brother of Shangshu of the Household Department, Zhou Fengchun.

"Xingqing, you don't know that my father burns incense and prays before the court these days,"

In the restaurant, Zhou Ce sat opposite Du Xingqing with a bitter face, "I'm afraid that the Holy One will be in a bad mood one day and take away my whole family."

"Anyway, he is also the son of a minister of the third rank. Can you have some backbone." The little marquis with a hereditary title looked contemptuous.

"The third grade is not worth it, but someone in the family is rushing to die!"

"That's true," Du Xingqing propped his chin with one hand, and played with the wine glass with the other, and asked curiously, "Why hasn't your father kicked out your uncle's idiot?"

Although what Zhou Ce said was scary, Du Xingqing couldn't help him, he just talked about it and let it go.

However, Du Xingqing looked at Zhou Ce, who was pouring wine into his mouth while complaining bitterly about the death of the rebellious ministers and thieves, and couldn't figure out whether he was here to share his worries, or to drink.

Until the climax of the moon, Zhou Ce finally pushed away the jug, hugged his head and yelled, "I can't drink anymore, my head hurts."

Du Xingqing immediately put down his chopsticks: "Then go back!"

Zhou Ce raised his head with drunken eyes, and saw three double images of Du Xingqing: "Why don't you drink with me, you, you quit drinking!"

"Who wants to drink with you?" Du Xingqing sneered, stood up and went to the door to wave for the child to come over: "It's not with you if you want to drink."

This was heard by the drunk man. Zhou Ce stood up on the table, stared wide-eyed for a long time, found Du Xingqing's shadow, and walked over staggeringly: "You, who do you want to drink with? It's hard to make peace with him. That jade-faced Rakshasa is drinking, will he take care of you!"

"Whatever your business!" Du Xingqing clicked his tongue, pushed the drunk Zhou Ce onto the Xiaoer behind him, took out Zhou Ce's body, took out a stack of bank notes and handed it to the Xiaoer: " This is the rebellious son of the Taifu's family, just drag him back and put it at the door of Zhou's house."

Xiao Er supported Zhou Ce fearfully, and before he could answer, he saw that the very expensive guest had already left.

After listening to the nagging, drinking with Zhou Ce, and returning home, the palace had already lit the lanterns, and Du Xingqing stepped into the gate.

"My lord, my lord, please go over there."

The author has something to say: I changed it a bit, and I can’t add another chapter, but I think it’s better to write more prefaces, so I can only, everyone who has worked hard to read the text, don’t care