three feet away from me

"what!!!"

Cold sweat broke out all over Xie Zhijiang's body in an instant, and the sweat on his forehead was even more, slipping near his ears, but he didn't dare to take out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe it.

"Are you here to offer condolences?" Regardless of the pale magistrate who was so frightened, he turned his head to look at Wen Xucong who was drinking tea with downcast eyes, Du Xingqing had a strange expression on his face.

"Are you here to check taxes?" Wen Xucong asked more strangely than him.

Du Xingqing held back for a long time, and didn't know what to say, so he could only say: "Yeah!"

"..." Wen Xucong sat opposite Du Xingqing and looked at him, with deep and shallow eyes, the noble and proud young master still had such embarrassing and helpless times.

Wen Xu tilted his head, brushed his hair, raised his eyebrows, and smiled slightly.

Du Xingqing just looked at him, seeing the smile on his lips for real. Du Xingqing's eyes followed Wen Xu's hand stroking his hair to his neatly placketed chest. In this hot weather, ordinary people would be able to Sweating all over, but this handsome young man from the prime minister's family is different, he seems to have walked out of the cold winter months, with a coolness in his glass-colored eyes, and his hair is neatly draped behind him, There was no heat at all.

After rushing all the way from the capital to Jingzhou, Du Xingqing finally realized that his mouth was dry.

"You go down first," Du Xingqing looked at Wen Xucong and waved his hand at Xie Zhijiang: "Mr. Wen and I have something to talk about."

"This..." Xie Zhijiang, who hadn't recovered from his fright, didn't even think about it: "You two come here, and I should accompany you."

Du Xingqing turned his head and glanced from top to bottom, leaned back on the chair, and looked at him with folded arms in a leisurely manner: "I meant it well, thank you sir, you see that you are almost unsteady, you should go down and rest first Xie, why bother to make life difficult for yourself."

"No, no, sir..." Xie Zhijiang was still struggling, he also wanted to go down and take a rest, drink some cold tea to calm down his turbulent mood, but in recent years, the incident between King Pingyang and the emperor has become more and more serious. One, one is the prince's person, and the other is the prime minister's person. If he is gone, and something happens to these two when they fight, the consequences... Xie Zhijiang can't even think about it.

"Go down!"

Xie Zhijiang swayed, and immediately bent over and cupped his hands: "Yes, the next official is going to prepare food and wine for you two."

Xie Zhijiang was also an official of the fourth rank after all, so he yelled at Du Xingqing and left.

"Tsk! I really have no eyesight, I can't understand the words," Du Xingqing turned his head, looked at Wen Xucong's face and smiled again: "It's because we Xucong are obedient, right?"

Glancing at him, Wen Xu grabbed the tea on the table and didn't intend to talk to him. Does that mean he doesn't want to leave?That's because they didn't dare to leave, for fear that the two of them would be alone in the room and fight.

"Hey!" Wen Xucong's hand was pressed on the table together with the teacup, and Du Xingqing complained dissatisfied: "Why are you ignoring me again, didn't you say you are not angry!"

Wen Xucong didn't pull back his hand, and looked up at Du Xingqing with this posture: "I didn't know that Young Master still has a kind heart. The first time I met Master Xie, I was so caring."

"I don't have one!" Du Xingqing blinked blankly. What he said meant when did he get interested in Xie Zhijiang.

The young master was still in a daze, but the young prime minister had already withdrawn his hand.

The moment his palm was empty, the little duke realized something belatedly.

"Suo Yan! Are you jealous?" Xiao Houye's eyebrows were curved, and he laughed very well: "You can rest assured, this life can make me feel at ease, just Xie Zhijiang It is my father who is here, and that is no match for you."

Du Xingqing's words are true, there are many beautiful wives and concubines around King Pingyang, where is it his turn to care, even when he was young, King Pingyang also neglected to take care of him, not to mention caring.

After hearing this, Wen Xucong had no emotion on his expression, and lowered his head to patrol the table, not knowing what he was looking for.

"Xu Cong," Du Xingqing waited for a long time, but before Wen Xu Cong rolled his eyes or spoke sharply, he couldn't help but catch up with him.

"You, hey..." Just now, Wen Xucong had already poured some tea on the lid of the cup, and raised his head and poured it on him.

Although there wasn't much tea in the lid of the cup, there was still a lot, and Du Xingqing used his sleeve to cover it up, but still some tea splashed on his face.

"This is you," Du Xingqing wiped the water from his face, looked at the person who calmly lowered his head and pretended nothing had happened after splashing it, with amused and helpless expression: "You've become angry from embarrassment."

Wen Xucong raised her teacup again without raising her eyebrows, this time it was a whole cup of tea.

"Hey! You put it down, you put it down," Du Xingqing quickly grabbed Wen Xucong's wrist: "I was wrong, so Xucong, don't be angry, let's talk business, talk business."

Wen Xucong looked at the hand on the teacup: "Release."

Du Xingqing let go of his hand obediently.

"Young Lord, did you really come to Jingzhou to check taxes?" Wen Xucong took a sip from his teacup and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

It is not easy to think about rushing to Jingzhou on a hot day and only drinking a sip of water now.

"Well, no matter what, we must find evidence of Xie Zhijiang's tax embezzlement." Du Xingqing clenched his hands into fists: "Then kill him!"

This childish appearance was almost blinding, Wen Xucong asked him: "Are you three years old?"

"I'm happy in my heart, and my heart is moving for my body. How come I'm three years old!" Du Xingqing lay his hands on the table and looked at him with his head on his arms: "Xu Cong, what did the Prime Minister tell you?"

Wen Xucong was still holding the teacup in his hand, and turned his head to look over. The two of them just looked at each other up and down.

"My father said, the magistrate of Jingzhou..." Because Du Xingqing was lying on his stomach, Wen Xucong had to look down at him. As a result, not only did his eyes droop, but a strand of hair behind him fell to his chest Come on, this kind of writing looks a little more gentle and elegant for no reason.

Du Xingqing lay down and watched, and saw that Wen Xucong had just drank tea, which made his lips look extra moist. He didn't know how much Wen Xucong had listened to exactly what Wen Xucong said.

"Yeah, you're right."

To hell, whatever you say is right!

"Young Lord," Wen Xu frowned, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Listen, cough, cough, you said that the prime minister thinks that the prefect of Jingzhou has been working hard in the past few years, and he is willing to complain." Du Xingqing got up, and said business as soon as he saw it, not daring to be too rampant: "Hey, its not right!"

Du Xingqing went over what Wen Xucong said, and found something was wrong: "Then why didn't my father tell me that?"

Wen Xucong was also thinking: "This is what my father said, he said..."

"My father's original words are like this..."

The two discussed the skill of a cup of tea in front of the hall. Du Xingqing concluded that the inference drawn by the two was that it was nothing serious. The two of them were too idle. Torture them juniors.

"Are they still human?" Du Xingqing patted the table very angrily, and told the two people far away in the capital: "One of them said black and the other said white, why don't they come and see for themselves, let us run in hot weather! Walk the dog!"

Wen Xucong didn't like this metaphor and responded very quickly: "You are the dog."