three feet away from me

Xie Zhijiang looked at them with hesitant eyes and a strange face, he hesitated to speak many times, and the emotion mixed with too much confusion was so strong that Wen Xucong didn't want to notice it.

So he pursed the corners of his lips, restrained the corners of his eyes that were inadvertently soft when he was talking to Du Xingqing, turned his head away, and stopped talking to Du Xingqing.

"Hey, Xucong." Du Xingqing held the fan, and before he opened it, he saw Wen Xucong lowered his eyes and ignored him.

Confused, Du Xingqing opened the folding fan and slapped Wen Xucong twice. He was about to ask the moody young master what happened, when he saw Xie Zhijiang, who was always in love.

What else is there that I don't understand, why not look at Xie Zhijiang and him to avoid suspicion!

The magistrate of the pustule turned back the fan Wen Xucong slapped and slapped himself angrily. The two little whiskers between Du Xingqing's foreheads fluttered in the air angrily. How could he be so ignorant.

Du Xingqing kept folding the fan in his hand, and couldn't stop thinking about how to get rid of the prefect who was in the way. Standing here with a wretched face, and a large group of people behind him were too conspicuous, wasn't it?

The young man has a flexible mind, thousands of thoughts are swirling in his mind in the blink of an eye, but he hasn't decided which one to choose, should he let him go directly or tactfully let him go?

With this hesitation, someone took the lead.

"grown ups!"

The magistrate was pulled aside and didn't know what to say, Xie Zhijiang listened to the man's words, remained silent for a while, looked towards Du Xingqing Wen Xucong, and frowned in embarrassment.

"What's the matter?" Du Xingqing raised his voice in a considerate manner: "Master Xie, is there something wrong with your house?"

"It's not a big deal," Xie Zhijiang said with a smile, "There's a case in the city, and the master said it's a bit tricky. These days..."

"I understand. These years, if you encounter some difficult things, you go and settle the case. Xu and I..."

"Cough!" Du Xingqing still had a smile on his face, and calmly stretched his hand behind his waist, and firmly held the hand that was pinching the soft flesh on his waist, and forced himself to change his address: "Mr. Take a look in the field and go back."

"This..." Xie Zhijiang looked at the two men whose clothes were close together, hesitant.

"Go ahead, the lawsuit is important." Standing behind Du Xingqing, Wen Xucong, who was holding his hand tightly by Du Xingqing, added expressionlessly.

"Yeah!" Du Xingqing was smiling, but he held the slender hand and squeezed it: "You are the business, we are all idlers, we have nothing to do, you come with us No it's boring too."

Because Wen Xucong and Du Xingqing were standing close to each other, and both wore wide sleeves, Xie Zhijiang, who was in the distance, didn't see any difference.

Xie Zhijiang thought about it on the spot, and felt that the lawsuit was more important, and it could also show that he was dedicated to the people, devoted to his duties, and had a good reputation in front of the two ancestors from the capital.

"Then the officer will go first?"

"go Go!"

"This magistrate is really more awkward than a big girl's blind date." Seeing Xie Zhijiang turn around, Du Xingqing muttered and grabbed Wen Xucong's hand in front of him, thinking about rubbing it well.

Wen Xucong pushed his paw away.

"Xiaguan, uh..." Xie Zhijiang who was concerned turned around, it was his illusion, just now the young master was holding the hand of the prime minister's young master?

"Why are you back again? Go, go! Come two people," the magistrate was too annoying, Du Xingqing decided to help him, and waved his hand, "Bring Master Xie back to the mansion, these people will follow you too Go back, what does it look like to stand in the field with a knife in your hand!"

"Young Master, Mr. Wen, the officials will let people stay here and pick you up."

"Work and work!"

Xie Zhijiang left worriedly, and before getting into the carriage, he raised the curtain worriedly: "This case is for someone from above, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while, master, remember to ask someone to stay here and take the two young masters back to the city. Follow carefully."

The master stroked his goatee, and when he laughed, his triangular eyes became smaller: "Don't worry, my lord, I have informed the steward to keep watch in the field and send him back to the mansion before leaving."

Xie Zhijiang nodded, put down the curtain, and went to relax in the carriage.

The magistrate brought a large number of horses and horses to come in a hurry, and left in a hurry. The farmer watched the horse-drawn carriage pass by the rolling yellow sand on the road, and did not lower his head to do his unfinished farm work until the carriage was no longer visible. .

As for the steward in the farmland that the prefect said.

The family was concentrating on weeding in the field, but the master standing on the bank shouted at the top of his voice for a long time, but the steward who was submerged in the rice pile didn't hear it.

"Old Wang! Old Wang!" The master shouted in a hoarse voice, his voice was hoarse, and it sounded like a ghost. The man next door couldn't listen anymore, so he helped pass a message: "Someone called you!"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Steward Wang, who didn't hear anything outside the window and only wanted to talk about seedlings, raised his head and saw the master on the shore: "Call me?"

The master was almost discouraged from shouting, and finally got a response, his excited little goatee trembled: "My lord and I have something to go back to the mansion, and the carriage will stop at the intersection later, remember to ask the driver to take that Send the two sons back."

This is the time when the rice grows wildly. The sun is bright and the water is sufficient. The fertilizer was just sprinkled yesterday, and the weeds must be removed quickly, otherwise they will compete with the rice for nutrients.

"Okay! I understand." Steward Wang agreed, and then lowered his head again. The farmer just spread his whole body and mind on the farmland.

"That..." The master wanted to say a few more words, but Wang Guan was too busy, so he lowered his head and went to work in the field after hearing this sentence.

Touching his dry throat, the master paused, and left resentfully.

A field of rice seedlings was quickly worked hard. Steward Wang finished weeding and tore off the last weed. He straightened up and moved his sore neck to wipe the sweat from his brow.

What did Master call him to do just now?Steward Wang thought about it for a while, but he couldn't figure it out, forget it!It shouldn't be a big deal, there are still so many grasses in the fields that have not been pulled!Steward Wang got up, and jumped into the next seedling field to charge into the battle, dripping wet all over.