three feet away from me

The little lord sat down next to the little prime minister affectionately, and said that you are new here alone, you will inevitably miss home, let me talk to you and so on, but you keep bringing the food boxes you brought in your hands Open it, and put the dishes on the table one by one.

Plates of side dishes were densely packed together, and on a small table, he actually put down dishes for two people.

Wen Xucong was very moved by this, and after patiently having dinner with Du Xingqing, Wen Xucong simply and neatly picked up the man's back collar and kicked Du Xingqing at his request to squeeze with Wen Xucong in this yard. Kicked Du Xingqing out of the courtyard.

The little prime minister straightened his sleeves calmly, and went into the house as if nothing had happened.

"Xu Cong, Xu Cong," Du Xingqing lay on the door and patted it sincerely for a long time: "It's been a long night, I can't sleep alone, Xu Cong."

However, this image of a disciple was facing the cold carved iron door. He knocked on it for a long time, but he didn't wait for any movement.

"No hurry, no hurry." Du Xingqing withdrew his hands and stood up, with a smile on his lips, and walked slowly towards the gate of his courtyard: "The future will be long."

When the first ray of morning light penetrated the sky on the second day, Wen Xucong was awakened by the sunlight coming in from the window frame. In summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and the sky is already bright outside. Actually, it is not very early. Dressed in an orderly manner, after dinner, Wen Xu sits at the window, taking advantage of the breeze, looking at the bright spring scenery of Jingzhou, but his mind is drifting unconsciously, those sons who are used to being pampered should not wake up yet .

Fingers caressing the window frame, Wen Xucong's sleeves hanging in front of her body swayed with the branches and treetops in the early morning light, light and faint, like clouds floating in the sky.

"Master Wen," Xie Zhijiang, who was dressed normally, came into the room, smiled and bowed to him, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Floating clouds were put away, Wen Xucong turned to look at him, perhaps it was the one night that gave Xie Zhijiang a mental build-up, in short, his face looked relaxed today, much better than yesterday's fear and nervousness.

Wen Xucong just looked unreasonable on the surface, but he didn't have the high-ranking and domineering demeanor of those rich kids, so he nodded politely and replied; "Very good."

Xie Zhijiang let out a breath, thinking that the young master of the prime minister's family is quite easy to talk to.

In fact, he came here this morning for no other reason. Last night he thought about it. Wen Xucong and Du Xingqing came to his Jingzhou and said that it was a matter of tax evasion. It's better to take them to the mountains and fields to see how much the crops are harvested. It's better for him to answer honestly.

When Xie Zhijiang proposed to take Wen Xucong to the countryside to see the harvest, Wen Xucong thought about it and nodded in agreement.

But just after leaving the courtyard, Wen Xucong paused for a moment when he glanced at the courtyard next to him from the corner of the eye, and then walked away with Xie Zhijiang without changing his expression.

After leaving the gate of Xie Mansion, they boarded the carriage to the fields.The carriage stopped and stopped all the way, swaying, and while a stick of incense was burning, Xie Zhijiang knocked on the wall of the carriage outside and shouted: "Mr. Wen, the carriage cannot pass this small road, so I have to trouble you to get out of the carriage and walk for a while."

Before the words were finished, Wen Xu opened the curtain, leaned out, and got out of the carriage neatly.

This set of movements was so quick that Xie Zhijiang was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling that this delicate and tender prime minister had long been impatient to ride in a carriage.

"Ah, this way please," he said in a daze, Xie Zhijiang withdrew his untimely thoughts, and led Wen Xucong: "The country roads are not easy to walk, Mr. Wen carefully steps."

Wen Xucong nodded, and walked forward behind Xie Zhijiang.

This is an open plain, the green and yellow fields spread to the distance, the sky is so low that it seems that you can touch it, and the wind blowing from nowhere blows, bringing a wind that I have never seen before, full of With a breath of life.

The farmers in the field are bending over to work, weeding, sorting beans, planting seedlings, picking, chatting at any time, working in full swing, a noisy and eager scene.

The people working in the field saw that they were so powerful and well-dressed, they couldn't help casting curious glances, someone recognized Xie Zhijiang: "Hey! Isn't this the magistrate!"

This person's exclamation brought a response from a group of people around: "Master Zhifu!"

"Master Zhifu!"

Xie Zhijiang waved his hand: "Let me take a look, you guys are busy with your own work."

As he said that, Xie Zhijiang Chaowen Xucong said cheerfully: "I'm afraid Mr. Wen has never seen what the crops in the field look like! We usually eat all grown from here."

"I don't have a chance to see you." Wen Xucong said calmly while standing on the ridge of the field.

The rest of the sentence "I know that what I eat on weekdays grows from the ground" was swallowed by Wen Xu, but I didn't know if Du Xingqing knew it!

Just as Wen Xucong was thinking this way, a pleasant and slightly magnetic voice sounded behind him: "Master Xie, although we are ignorant, we are not fools! Look at what you said, if you are at a banquet, you will be punished." Three glasses of wine."

The man was wearing a green shirt, holding a juicy cucumber in his left hand, a tomato in his right hand, and a folding fan pinned to his waist. He had a lazy smile on his handsome face, whoever it was if it wasn't Du Xingqing!

The man was still joking about Xie Zhijiang's fault a moment ago, and then stretched out his paw to Wen Xucong: "Xucong, this is the cucumber I picked for you, it's so crispy, try it."

Xie Zhijiang: "..."

Wen Xucong looked at him, the man's eyebrows and eyes were flying, his expression was radiant, he didn't even know that the broken leaves were stained on his robe, he just smiled at him with the things in his hand.

"Young Master," Wen Xucong bent down, took off the debris from Du Xingqing's body, and then straightened up to look at him: "Did you come here early in the morning to pick fruits and vegetables?"

"Yes!" Wen Xucong patted his clothes, Du Xingqing squinted his eyes and smiled very usefully, like a fur that was plucked under the sun, he always felt very touched by Wen Xucong's closeness at a certain moment Joyful: "Last night, I was not used to sleeping, and I woke up early. I wanted to come to you for dinner, but I was afraid that you would not wake up, so I will pick some melons and fruits for you to wrap your belly first!"

"……I have already eaten."

"..." Xie Zhijiang silently closed his mouth wanting to excuse himself and interjected. He felt that when Young Master Wen and Young Master Du were together, they were much more popular. When Wen Xucong and him came to the field this morning, He also talks, and most of the time he speaks texts and answers, often concise and concise, and he doesn't talk too much after answering. It is better to say that he is talking than chatting, but...

Xie Zhijiang looked at Du Xingqing, who was full of smiles, and Wen Xucong, whose downcast eyes were much softer. He always felt that when Young Master Wen and Young Master Du were talking together, there was a little meaning of chatting.

Xie Zhijiang suddenly realized that how could the prime minister's son and the prince's young master live in peace and harmony, everyone would think it was a joke!

You have to pay close attention to it, so that he won't be able to mediate if there is a quarrel at that time.

Xie Zhijiang, who had forced himself to be fully on guard, was waiting to watch with solemn eyes, when he heard Du Xingqing chattering beside him as if there was no one else, and every single word hit Xie Zhijiang's fragile heart like a hammer.

"Ah! You've eaten it! Then I'll save this for you. I'll eat it when I'm hungry in the middle of the noon. This cucumber is an appetizer. Maybe I can have another bowl of rice after lunch!"

Xie Zhijiang slandered wildly in his heart, young master, should you say this caring tone to your deadly enemy?You still let people eat an extra bowl of rice, so what's your business!Xie Zhijiang was a little mad and brought into the situation of the prince and the prime minister, thinking viciously, shouldn't you hope that people will starve to death if they don't eat!

To the surprise of the magistrate, the icy prime minister just paused, and did not reject Du Xingqing's proposal to use the fruits and vegetables picked for him in the morning as snacks. Wen Xucong's gaze stayed on the fresh and tender cucumber for a while, Gently spit out one: "Okay."

well?good!Xie Zhijiang stared wide-eyed, thinking that either he didn't sleep well and had hallucinations, or there was something wrong with his ears when he was old. This, this, this, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the kind of conversation that a life-and-death opponent should have!The magistrate is already out of his mind, shouldn't he stuff that cucumber into the young master's mouth at this time, then snort coldly and walk away!Shouldn't it!This is the normal situation for people of their status!

Xie Zhijiang felt that he was really old, and he could no longer see the people's hearts. The poor magistrate was in his prime, but he was so old in an instant. It's really sad~ sad and sad~

The author has something to say: Lord Prefect: (covering eyes and crying) I should be under the car, not in the car, these young people are so good at messing around now, woo woo woo