three feet away from me

Nothing happened the next day. Du Xingqing slept until dawn before getting up to find Wen Xucong.This person is also an asshole, he doesn't go through the gate, he insists on climbing the courtyard wall.

Wen Xucong was reading under a tree, but someone threw a green grape.

Holding the grapes in his hand, Wen Xucong raised his eyes. Du Xingqing was lying on the wall, holding a bunch of green grapes in his hand and winking at him.

Wen Xucong just glanced at it, then lowered his head to read the book.

Du Xingqing jumped off the wall with a hey sound; "Xu Cong, what are you doing?"

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that Wen Xucong was not going to answer this stupid question, so when Du Xingqing leaned close to him and insisted on squeezing to sit down, he just moved aside and closed the book in a daze.

Wen Xucong didn't speak, Du Xingqing cautiously kept a distance close to Wen Xucong but not squeezing him: "Xu Cong?"

Wen Xucong turned his head: "Huh?"

"You don't read books anymore!"

How to look at it this way, Wen Xucong held up the book and looked around. He was originally sitting on a wooden pier under a tree. It was not big, but Du Xingqing insisted on sitting with him. Reluctantly, in such a very reluctant situation, this question is really good.

Wen Xucong looked at the sky calmly: "Don't look."

"Then, then you eat grapes."

The grape was not only green, but also very small in size, Wen Xucong pushed it back, politely said: "Young Lord, eat it."

"Aha, this, it seems that I can't eat it."

Wen Xucong nodded: "It seems that I am not too familiar."

……

Du Xingqing felt embarrassed. After a while, he looked at Wen Xucong who was sitting next to him, and he felt bright again. The embarrassment was the embarrassment, but there was nothing wrong with the two of them sitting like this.

"I haven't seen Mr. Xie today," Du Xingqing leaned against the tree trunk, squinting at the sky between the leaves.

Normally, Xie Zhijiang would have been waiting at the gate of the courtyard, greeting them with a smile on his face, but now the sun is high, and there is no sign of the magistrate at the gate.

Wen Xucong's eyes shifted to the gate of the courtyard, then moved back shallowly, and replied: "En."

Du Xingqing began to ponder: "I said too much yesterday and made him sick from fright?"

Wen Xucong thought for a while: "Probably not."

"I think so too." Du Xingqing nodded, "That's scary. If I was really angry, I would have scolded him long ago."

"..."

"Why don't you speak again!"

"..." Wen Xucong praised: "Young master is amazing."

"Hey, you're praising me," Du Xingqing was about to have a good talk with Wen Xucong, when there was a sudden noise outside the courtyard, like water in a wooden barrel unplugged, and there was a loud roar.

"Young Master, Prefect Xie has passed away!"

"My lord, Prefect Xie has passed away!"

Du Xingqing and Wen Xucong's people pushed open the courtyard door at the same time, and looked at the two people who were sitting under the tree almost close to each other.

The two of them were stunned by the group of people who broke in suddenly. They didn't react for a while, and they didn't even hear what those people were yelling.

"What's the matter?" Wen Xucong was the first to stand up, holding the book behind his back with one hand, and the indifferent young master came back again.

"Master Zhifu has passed away."

"Didn't you still be there yesterday?" Du Xingqing also stood up, and looked at Wen Xucong, both of them were a little dignified.

It was still there yesterday. Before going to bed, I went to the study to practice a word. After I came out of the study, I went to see the prefect's wife and his seven-year-old child. Then I went to the study and didn't come out all night. Mr. Xie sat on the chair, his eyes were open, his body was already cold.

"What! Why do good people die!" Du Xingqing took two steps and frowned.

"Lord Xie committed suicide out of fear of crime, it is not considered groundless." The middle-aged man in Xuanyi walked into the courtyard with a letter: "My lord, this is his confession, and Mr. Wen is also there."

Wen Xucong nodded indifferently, then turned to Du Xingqing and asked, "Are you from your family?"

"Zhang Qing!" The young master was also very surprised: "Why are you here?"

That was a member of King Pingyang's subordinates, I thought he was dazzled yesterday.

"I am ordered by the prince to investigate the tax evasion of Xie Zhijiang, the magistrate of Jingzhou."

"You come, then me and Xu... what are you doing here, Young Master Wen?"

Zhang Qing's face was open and honest, and there was no deceit; "My lord was afraid that the two young masters would not know much when they were young, so he specially sent me to help. As expected, the two young masters did not see the treacherous face of this person. I am lucky that I did not disgrace my life."

"How did you find out Mr. Xie was stealing taxes." Wen Xucong said quietly.

Zhang Qing shook the envelope on his hands: "With Xie Zhijiang's testimony as evidence, fortunately, he knew the current affairs and committed suicide as an apology, which saved us a lot of trouble."

Wen Xucong frowned and was about to speak when someone grabbed his wrist.

Du Xingqing's complexion looked a little pale under the sun, he held Wen Xucong's hand tightly, and his voice was a little low: "Xu Cong, it's sunny outside, go inside first."

Wen Xucong looked at him, and found that the hand holding him was trembling slightly. He stared at Du Xingqing for a while, and frowned slightly.

The emperor and King Pingyang took advantage of the incident in Jingzhou, and the two of them would not give in to each other. If Xie Zhijiang was alive, it would be easy for him and Xu Cong to return to Beijing.

But as soon as King Pingyang's cronies came to Jingzhou, the magistrate left a letter and committed suicide in fear of crime. No matter who heard this, it didn't make sense, but Du Xingqing understood that it was because his father was dissatisfied with the status quo, and he was blatantly trying to test it out in advance.

Du Xingqing looked at Wen Xucong's closed door, his eyes were blank, he was thinking of something, he could think of things, Xu Cong would also think of them, but he still wanted Wen Xucong to avoid these things, as if Wen Xucong didn't say anything , He didn’t say that these things don’t exist, they haven’t happened yet.

He knew early on that his father and the emperor had a turbulent relationship, but on the surface they seemed to be on good terms with each other, and there could be no quarrel. Du Xingqing always felt that it was still too early, or that he might not be able to break his face.

Once the illusion of calm and calm was torn off, Du Xingqing suddenly panicked. The Emperor and King Pingyang would definitely have conflicts. At that time,

Du Xingqing lowered his eyes, then he and Xu Cong...

"The prince is very fond of the young master of the Wen family."

Du Xingqing turned around. He was growing fast and was much taller than ordinary people. He lowered his head and looked at Zhang Qing with a sense of scrutiny: "Forcing Xie Zhijiang to death, what does my father want to do?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, although there will be some minor disturbances, the lord will control them well."

Sure enough, it was those things, Du Xingqing closed his eyes, he loved someone so much in his life, why the hell is it so difficult.