three feet away from me

The weather in Kyoto these days is really good. The willow branches on the river bank are blowing gently, and the whole city lives on the sparkling water. In this season, the mountains are even more lush, green and pleasant.

Looking at it quietly, it is apricot pink, peach red, pear blossoms and white, and there are continuous mountains in the distance. Even the wind blowing across the cheeks makes people happy.

The Holy Majesty and all civil and military officials hunted, the emperor brought the prince, and all the officials brought their own sons, a large group of people, the birds squeaked and fluttered away, the treetops shook, Zhong Cuishan suddenly became noisy.

The servants were busy building shade sheds, Wen Xu got out of the carriage, stood behind Wen Xiang, and caught a glimpse of a figure not far away from the corner of his eyes.

Wen Xu looked up.

Du Xingqing was leaning on the tree, wearing a sky-blue robe, holding a tree branch that he tore out of nowhere, looking towards this side.

He saw Wen Xucong raised his head, and the two looked at each other. Wen Xucong seemed to see the corner of Du Xingqing's mouth twitch, but Du Xingqing didn't speak.

Wen Xu retracted his eyes, and the servants beside him quickly put the tables and chairs, and called him with a cup of tea: "Young master, what are you doing standing in the sun, come and drink tea."

"Xiao'er," Wen Chengyu changed into his riding clothes, and with a neat figure, he led the horse and walked towards him: "The emperor is going to the mountains, I have to follow, you can rest here, you can look around, there are wild animals around here , you can't go too far."

Wen Xucong took a cup of tea and put it in front of him, and handed it to Wen Chengyu: "I know, father should also be careful."

"Okay." Wen Chengyu took it and drank it: "I'm leaving."

"En." Wen Xucong nodded, watching Wen Chengyu get on his horse, tighten the reins and follow the bright yellow team.

"Young master!" Zhancha sneaked behind Wen Xucong at some point, covered her eyebrows with her hand to block the sun, and followed Wen Xucong's gaze into the distance: "Isn't it hot? You always go to Pingyang Palace What are you looking at!"

Zhancha was very puzzled, he thought the young master was looking at the direction the prime minister was leaving, but when standing behind Wen Xucong, he realized that it was King Pingyang who was looking at the past!

If there are many bookboys who were beaten to death by the master, Zhancha must be the first one.

Wen Xucong glanced at him, lowered his head to look at the cup of tea honestly, then turned and left towards the quiet path with few people.

"My lord, where are you going?" Zhan Cha trotted behind Wen Xucong.

"Looking for a snake." Wen Xucong pushed aside the dead branches in front of him without turning his head.

"Why are you looking for a snake?" Even though he was a little scared, Zhan Cha walked in front of Wen Xucong, blocking the branches and weeds for him.

Wen Xucong looked at the loyal cup of tea in front of him, unmoved, and said expressionlessly, "Let him bite you."

"..." Zhancha hooked the tree branch with his hand hanging in the air. After a while, he found his voice after his soul had left his body.

"My lord," Zhan Cha swallowed, trembling in disbelief, "What did you say just now?"

Walking through that trail, the two of them came to an open forest. Most of the trees here were wild fruit trees, not tall, but with lush branches and leaves, colorful fallen flowers, and the air was filled with the fragrance of fruit flowers.

There seemed to be something moving in the grass under the apricot tree in the distance, Wen Xu ignored him and wanted to go over to see what it was.

"Young Master!" Zhan Cha pulled him back desperately: "What if the snakes in this mountain are poisonous, let's not go looking for them."

Wen Xucong was about to push him away, but suddenly a chuckle came from above his head.

"Oh! Isn't this the son of Wen Xiang's family? What a coincidence."

The speaker was well-proportioned, with black hair curled up in a golden crown, and he was riding a tall horse imposingly. He was accompanied by a few children from aristocratic families. It seemed that he was respected by him, and a group of guards wearing armor and knives followed behind him.

Seeing a stranger, Zhan Cha let go of Wen Xucong's sleeves, and stood behind Wen Xucong wisely, but he was not honest, he opened his eyelids and took a peek, but limited to the situation, he could only see a group of people. The man was sitting on the horse, looking down at Wen Xu on the ground and smiling.

No matter how you look at these people, it seems that the visitors are not kind. Zhan Cha was thinking about asking the young master to go back first, when he heard Wen Xucong's habitually deserted voice beside him.

"Third Prince." Wen Xucong regained the aura of not being close to strangers when he met strangers, looked up at the person who came, and greeted him so concisely.

"Mr. Wen," the third prince pulled the rein, and the horse walked a few steps in front of Wen Xucong: "It's rare to see you on such occasions, how are you doing recently?"

"It's okay." Wen Xucong lowered his eyes.

"Young Master Wen speaks as concisely as ever!" The young man in Chinese clothes beside the Third Prince smiled.

"Hey! The prime minister has always been like this," these people seemed to have discussed it one after another, one person's voice fell, and the other picked up the conversation again: "The bright pearl is naturally cold, and she doesn't bother to talk to vulgar people like us." , it’s not easy to talk to us.”

"Yes, Mr. Wen is the number one in the academy again! Du Xingqing is behind him."

Wen Xucong glanced at the person who spoke, slightly puzzled, he didn't know this person, and he was also from the Academy, but our little prime minister might not know all the people in the South Pavilion.

"It turns out that Mr. Wen is so powerful. Fortunately, he didn't come to the palace to accompany me to study." The third prince smiled: "Isn't it a waste of money!"

"I'm ashamed of the ridiculous words." Wen Xucong cupped his fists: "I have other things to do, first..."

"Mr. Wen!" The third prince raised his tone, but looked a little gloomy: "It's rare for us to meet each other, so it would be a waste of a good opportunity not to discuss each other."

"I'm just a reckless man, how dare I compete with His Highness."

"Xu Cong, don't underestimate yourself, let's just compete at will, how about archery, there is a rabbit in front of us, let's see who shoots it first, and the rabbit will belong to whoever it is."

Wen Xucong glanced at the grass under the tree and declined, "I don't know how to use arrows."

"I am humbled again. There is also an archery competition in the academy. Mr. Wen is very good."

"In this way, if Xu Cong doesn't pull the arrow today, he is looking down on me!"

Wen Xucong looked at the arrow handed over by the third prince's entourage in front of him, and looked away lightly: "I have a wound on my hand, so I can't draw the bow."

"What you said sounds like sophistry no matter how it sounds." The third prince beckoned, and the attendant handed out the hand that was about to be withdrawn.

"It's really hurt," Wen Xucong didn't answer, and didn't even look at the person: "I'm sorry."

"You really don't pull."

"My son is really..."

The cup of tea that wanted to speak for Wen Xucong was stopped behind him, Wen Xucong looked up at the third prince on the horseback: "No."

The grass under the apricot tree was moving, revealing a pair of white fluffy ears. A rabbit jumped out. It seemed that it did not expect that there were so many people outside the peaceful grass. The round rabbit was frightened and jumped and ran away. disappeared.

"The rabbit ran away, what should I do? I can't compete anymore," the third prince scratched his head, seemingly distressed: "Xu Cong, if you make me unable to get off the stage, you may not be able to get out of this forest."

"You don't need to be so troublesome," Wen Xucong raised his hand, took off his large robe, and let Zhancha hold him. He straightened the sleeves at his wrists, and looked up at the people on the horseback. He said calmly: "You can also compete in martial arts, and it's not a bad idea to fight."