three feet away from me

"Young Master," Zhan Cha changed into a neat dress, straightened his robe and walked into the room, looked around, and asked suspiciously, "Where's that piece of jade?"

Wen Xucong was sitting at the table with a book in his left hand. Hearing that his right wrist moved, he lowered his head and said calmly, "Put it away."

"Oh." Wen Xucong's tone was too natural, and his expression was too calm, so that he didn't notice anything wrong with the cup of tea. He stood quietly behind Wen Xucong for a while, until he saw that the teacup in Wen Xucong's hand bottomed out Yes, as a high-quality book boy, naturally I can't drink it from my son, but when I picked up the teapot, it was empty.

"I'll go get some hot water." Without waiting for Wen Xucong to speak, Zhangcha finished and ran out with the teapot in his hand.

When the cup of tea arrived in the yard, the cold wind blew, and his mind cleared up a lot. He thought blankly, the young master put away that piece of jade?He put it away quietly without saying a word, didn't he not accept things from others before!

The sun is scorching outside, but Zhancha feels that the sky is dark and the earth is dark. It's over, and the young master has started to accept bribes. This dynasty is coming to an end!

"Chan tea, I didn't see the master coming, what are you doing standing in the yard in a daze!"

Zhancha shuddered, recovered from disbelief, and looked at the person who was speaking at the gate of the courtyard.

Wen Chengyu was wearing an official uniform and was frowning at him. He must have come here as soon as he was in court. Standing behind him was Wenhua, the housekeeper.

"Old, master!" Wen Chengyu's imperious and self-indignant demeanor made Zhan Cha tremble with his legs, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

"Where is your son?" Wen Chengyu nodded slightly, and walked into the house.

"Young Master is in the study, reading a book." Zhan Cha followed behind, lowered his head, and almost bumped into the door frame.

"Young master, the master is here!"

Wen Xucong raised his head, a daze appeared between his brows, and then he flashed over quickly.

"Father." Putting down the book, Wen Xucong was about to stand up.

"You sit." Wen Chengyu waved his hand, signaling Wen Xucong not to stand up: "I just came to see you, how is your body? Does your hand still hurt?"

Wen Xucong sat on the chair, eyes drooping: "It's much better."

Wen Chengyu looked at him carefully: "I think you seem to be in a good mood today, presumably because you have recuperated at home these few days, your complexion is much better."

The letter paper on his chest seemed to be hot, and Wen Xu rubbed a corner of the page: "Yes."

"Xin'er, your hand..." Wen Chengyu paused, then asked

"It's all right now." Wen Xucong raised his head, staring at his father with cold eyes: "Father came today to say something to me."

There is nothing in this kind of gaze, Wen Xucong has such an ability, without saying any reproach, can make Wen Chengyu choke in his throat, unable to say anything.

When Wen Xucong came back, he didn't bring a military talisman, but he was a rare traveler, and he was a bit embarrassed. The child needs to be tempered. He understood this truth, and let him go down after just asking a few words.

As for the fact that Madam locked Cong'er in the ice cave, did he really know about it, or did Wenhua tell him: the young master was punished by his wife to go to the ice cave to contemplate for three days, and now he is unconscious. The doctor said that the young master's hand was injured Injury, and being frozen by the severe cold for a few days, that hand will no longer be able to lift heavy objects in the future.

When he went to Wen Xucong's small courtyard, his footsteps on the road were still anxious, but when he stepped into Wen Xucong's room, Wen Xucong had already woken up, with no trace of blood on his face, and there was only a cup of tea in the room. , Medicine is boiling on the small stove in the courtyard.

When Wen Xucong saw him, as usual, he couldn't see emotions, didn't say pain, and didn't complain. Wen Xucong calmly made Wen Chengyu doubt Wenhua's words, so it seemed that he was unconscious. Abolished people!

He couldn't stay in Wen Xucong's distant and polite tone for a long time. Wen Xucong said it was okay, and he looked like it was okay. After a few words of advice, he left.

Wen Chengyu slowed down, looked at Wen Xucong's eyebrows, and lowered his gentle voice: "Your mother didn't do this on purpose, of course she didn't know that your arm was injured. You lay on the bed for a few days, and she The room has also been sad for a few days, Cong'er, you..."

"I don't blame Madam." Withdrawing his eyes, Wen Xucong set his eyes on the writing. He always answered this way, but he really didn't blame it either.

Very good, Wen Xucong found that there is no ups and downs in his heart now, the young master thinks this is very good.

"Father, what else is there for you to come today?" The room was silent for a moment, and the father and son faced each other silently. Wen Xucong asked, he didn't believe that the prime minister, who was busy with things, just wanted to care about his injury today on a whim.

Wen Chengyu was stunned for a moment. Naturally, he didn't just care about Wen Xucong's body, but at this moment, there seemed to be something...

"Father, are you really okay?"

"There is one thing. The weather has warmed up in the past few days. The emperor heard that the scenery in the suburbs is very good, so he thought of summoning all the officials to go hunting in Zhongcui Mountain."

hunt!Zhan Cha suddenly raised his head, the young master's hand can move the bow!

"Do you want me to go?" Wen Xucong's expression was calm, and there was no danger.

"If you want to go and have a look, it's naturally good."

Wen Xucong nodded: "I will go."

Wen Chengyu breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed to mention something in his heart. He stood there, and Wen Xucong shifted his gaze to the desk again. The birds chirped a few times outside, and Wen Chengyu looked out the window. He didn't know where he was. You can also hear birds chirping.

But the thin branches outside the window were faint, and he couldn't see the birds on the trees clearly.

"Then you have a good rest, dad is leaving first."

Wen Xucong stood up and bowed slightly: "Father, go slowly."

"My lord," watching Wen Chengyu and his group walk out of the courtyard, a cup of tea was immediately bolted on the door, and rushed to Wen Xucong's desk: "You really want to go hunting! The doctor said your injury is restful and not suitable for running around. "

Wen Xucong looked at the book and calmly turned a page: "I don't hunt."

"Then what those masters of aristocratic families have is not a good thing!" Zhan Cha understands these people, relying on their own good family background, they can do nothing, show off their might, if those people have to force the sons to draw bows and arrows to shoot their prey, otherwise they will still be killed. How about laughing at the son.

"A cup of tea," Wen Xucong tapped on the rim of the cup and reminded, "There is no more tea."

"Oh!" Zhancha hugged the teapot aggrievedly, and went to add water.

After the cup of tea left, Wen Xucong was left alone in the study. He read the book, forced to squeeze a few words from the book into his mind, but involuntarily picked up the wolf hair on the shelf.

He picked up the pen, and the tip of the pen floated on the laid rice paper, trembling in his heart, but the words under the pen were as clear as spring breeze.

Zhanbiqiao, green bamboo and Yiyi, there are bandits and gentlemen, who are as sharp as cutting and grinding.

Wen Xucong looked at it, the corners of his eyes and brows were a little soft, but his brows were fixed, he didn't know what he thought of, and wanted to cross out that line of poems, but the tip of the pen paused on the words, and Wen Xucong's raised arm began to Sour and numb, I didn't want to cross it out.