three feet away from me

"You asked me to get the soldier talisman in Xie Ze's hand! Dad, did you get drunk outside, or did you have an illegitimate child and wanted me to die outside? Does my mother know about this?"

Du Xingqing sat opposite the desk, raised his eyebrows and looked at his father in blank dismay.

Du Yuansou, king of Pingyang, didn't go home for several days, and he wouldn't look for him when he went home. Every time he was called, nothing good would happen. But this time, Du Xingqing didn't expect to let him go to the general's mansion to steal the soldier talisman. What my father can do!

"What do you know!" Clutching the memorial on the case, Du Yuansou resisted the urge to smash it on Du Xingqing's forehead: "Xie Ze colluded with foreign countries, the emperor wanted to get rid of him a long time ago, the soldier talisman in his hand must be in his hands." It was taken out before the rebellion, that is, in the past few days, the emperor will also make moves, this matter cannot be used to scare the snake, it can only be done quietly."

Du Xingqing took a sip of tea, and was unmoved by what his father said so earnestly about the situation: "So, you want your son to die for this, don't you think it's absurd, father?"

"..." Why can't this kid understand what he said!

After working hard on the battlefield for several years, the prince who learned a few local dialects rubbed his sore chest; "Don't tell me these things, I don't want to mention the stupid things you did before, which ones are not ridiculous .”

"He is a general."

"It's not for you to fight with him!"

"What if there is a fight?"

"The masters who have been hired for you over the years, those in the barracks, have all learned it in the stomach of a dog!"

"Then what if I can't beat it?"

"..." The prince, who was always unable to get the upper hand on his son in words, slapped the table: "Then you die outside!"

"Oh!" Du Xingqing had been sitting on the chair motionless, and he rolled his eyelids when he heard his father's roar: "Then I can't go."

"Damn things!"

No matter how the prince scolded, Du Xingqing just said, don't go!Crisp and crisp, not muddy at all.

Du Xingqing has been stubborn since he was a child, and he is not interested in things that are not interesting to him, that is, his parents bruise their lips, or spank their buttocks with a stick, but he will not let go. There is no way to take him.

The only time Du Xingqing compromised was when he was admitted to Yuelin Academy. Although he was a royal student, Yuelin Academy also needed to be assessed by the master.

Du Xingqing was not very interested in going to the academy, and he was even less interested when he heard that he could not go to school directly, but had to write articles to let his master test the contents of the book.

Let his father and his mother gossip at home, and in the end the family law was settled, Du Xingqing was beaten to pieces, and he didn't let go. Watching his white and fat son being beaten with a black nose and a swollen face, Du Yuansou couldn't get off the stick he raised hand.

Throwing the stick, the prince sat on the ground and sighed disregarding his image: "The son of Wen Chengyu has long been on the list of Yuelin Academy. You can't even enter the gate of the academy at home, you..."

Du Yuansou's sigh hadn't finished yet, but Du Xingqing, who had just been beaten bruise and disagreed, raised his head: "Is it Wen Xucong?"

"Yeah, you..."

Du Yuansou was so annoyed that he didn't know what to do with him.

Du Xingqing, who was still immature at that time, got up from the ground, touched the ashes on his face, ran to the desk and sat down: "Then I'll read the book, Dad, what is Yuelin Academy taking?"

Thinking of this, all the hardships of raising a baby for many years came to my mind. The prince, who is nearly half a century old, leaned on the chair and couldn't help feeling a little sad: "The child of Wen Chengyu's family is only a year younger than you." He is obedient and smart, so he can do whatever he wants, but this time Wen Chengyu also asked him to go to Xie Mansion's military talisman, that family..."

"Wen Xiang asked Wen Xucong to get the soldier talisman!" Du Xingqing, who had been acting like a wooden figure on the chair, smashed the wooden shell with a bang, and sat up straight.

"How do I know who the emperor is calling?" Du Yuansou was taken aback by the bastard, "But it's not difficult, and it's also an experience. It's a must to send someone close and willing to cultivate."

The one who is close and intends to cultivate, isn't that his own son!Du Xingqing went over the words in his heart, stood up from the chair and walked out: "Become a father, don't worry about leaving this matter to me."

Before Du Yuansou could speak, his own bastard had already walked to the door, and the boys escorted him out of the hospital with lanterns.

Every time he heard about Wen Xucong, this kid agreed very quickly!The prince, who was stroking his non-existent beard on his chin, was puzzled, what was it for?

Could it be that the prince's eyes lit up when he thought of a certain possibility, my son finally realized the situation between him and Wen Chengyu in the court, he was about to repent and decided to do something for his father.

When Qing'er grew up, Du Yuansou looked at the stars outside the window, and felt very relieved that he had someone to succeed him.

However, what Du Xingqing thought was very simple, this is not an opportunity to get close to Xu Cong in an upright manner, a fool would not seize it!

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On Wen Xucong's side, Wen Chengyu did ask him to get the soldier talisman.

In the study room of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Wen Xucong was still wearing the uniform of the academy. After listening to Wen Chengyu's words, Wen Xucong looked at the ground without hesitation: "Okay."

"Xin'er," the nearly forty-year-old, elegant man looked at his son, and wanted to say something about the concern between father and son, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he didn't know what to say, and the words turned into a sentence Sigh: "Be careful."

Wen Xucong bowed and saluted, doing what a son would do to his father: "Yes."

A faint word was spoken, the voice fell, the room was so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops outside could be heard, the silent embarrassment spread between the father and son, Wen Xiang coughed, and was about to say something more.

Wen Xucong had already sensed the atmosphere between the two intimately, took a step back, and saluted: "Father, my son, go back to the room first."

Wen Chengyu wanted to help him up, but Wen Xucong had already straightened up one step ahead of him, met those light-colored eyes, Wen Chengyu's hand stopped where it was: "Then you, take a good rest."

"Yes."

The slender boy turned around and left the study room. Outside the window, the branches of the locust tree were drooping. When Wen Xucong walked by, he had to lower his head slightly to avoid the branches on top of his head. His steps calmly left the sight of the people in the room.

Wen Chengyu was a little stunned. The child who used to hug his legs and call him daddy had grown into a boy taller than a tree branch.

"The Xie family is not a dragon's pond or a tiger's lair." The prime minister's wife, with bright eyebrows and rich clothes, came out from behind the screen, and she held up her cuffs dignifiedly: "Can Xu Cong still be eaten?"

"Ma'am," Wen Chengyu frowned, "how can you..."

Eavesdropping!

"I'm in my own home, and I want to avoid those non-existent rules?" The lady raised her hand, and the maids came forward with scrolls in their hands: "Look, master, these are the daughters of the city, beautiful and docile. Now that I'm old, I see these are pretty good."

The scrolls are opened one by one, and the women on the paintings are holding flowers and playing the piano, all of which are extremely beautiful, each with its own merits.

"It's better for Cong'er to choose these by himself." Thinking of his son's cold temper: "If he doesn't like..."

"He is still young, what can he understand? We are his parents, so we can make him fail." Madam sat down at the table, took a sip of hot tea delicately, and stroked the scrolls nonchalantly: "Besides, we give What he chooses, has he ever refused."

"Can……"

"Master, don't worry! I will definitely pick a good girl for Xu Cong."

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"Master, you are back!"

Wen Xucong stepped into the most remote small courtyard in Wenfu, and the book boy greeted him from a distance, and took the book in his hand graciously.

"Ah."

Wen Xucong handed the book to the book boy, and walked into his own room. The place is secluded, surrounded by a small courtyard with simple furnishings, a wooden bed in the inner room, and a study room outside. it's here.

There are only a few plants in the courtyard, although they are rare, they grow very well. The room next to the wing room is the residence of the only school boy in the courtyard, and there is only this servant.

"My lord, when I was just leaving the house, I heard the nanny in charge say that Madam took portraits of many girls, saying that she wanted to choose a young wife for you." Xiao Tong carried the book and Wen Xu into the room, and put the books neatly on the shelf. superior.

Wen Xu paused.

The book boy has followed Wen Xu for many years, and he has known his habits for a long time. Seeing him stop, he immediately sent the news he heard: "They said that those girls are from the wife's family or are on good terms with the wife. Son, look..."

The hand holding on to the door frame suddenly stopped, and Wen Xucong was silent for a moment while holding the door, before he raised his eyes and stepped into the wing room: "It's okay."

"Young master! Madam made it clear that she is using you to win her hearts, why don't you..."

"A cup of tea," Wen Xu's eyes dimmed slightly: "Speak carefully!"

Zhan Cha shivered, lowered his head, and dared not speak any more.

On the table was a cup of tea that had been warmed a long time ago. Wen Xucong bent over to get the cup, just as his fingertips touched the cup, the teacup on the edge of the table wobbled and fell to the ground.

In fact, Wen Xucong moved neatly, if he wanted to catch it, he would be able to catch it, but he just watched the cup of tea fall off the desk in front of his eyes, and shattered into pieces beside him.

The splashed tea wetted his hem, and the color of the tea was smeared on the white shirt. Wen Xucong still put his fingers on the edge of the table, bowed his head and did not speak.

Looking at the mess, Zhan Cha said cautiously, "Master."

"It's okay." Wen Xu retracted his eyes and sat down in front of the case: "Take it away!"