three feet away from me

He was young and had a good foundation, and the medicines he used were expensive. The wounds began to scab and heal within two or three days. Du Xingqing stayed in the palace for five days, and he was about to go to the academy just after he could walk.

The concubine asked him to go? The prince had a gloomy face, but he didn't say anything? He refused.

Du Xingqing limped towards the academy. He thought on the way, if Xu Cong hadn't been implicated by him, at least he would definitely go to the academy. There was nothing very important before, Wen Xucong It was windy and rainy, and I didn't miss a day? Go to school? Days.

Once it rained heavily, and the two big trees at the gate of the city were blown down. Many students took leave. Du Xingqing got off the carriage that day and walked into the gate of the academy. Most of the robes were wet. He walked into the rainy South Pavilion. There were only a small half of the students in twos and threes.

If, if they?

Du Xing? Qingmai's legs were trembling slightly when he entered the threshold of the South Pavilion. He didn't know what he was nervous about, and his palms were sweating.

They? walked into?the school where they?studied, and the former?students were all in the same place, unchanged, just by the window, and the person they?wanted to see was not there...

Du Xing? Qing felt empty.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Ce was lowering his head and writing quickly to catch up with his homework. He accidentally looked up and saw Du Xingqing. ?You were so miserable. If I were you, I would lie on the bed for a month before..."

Zhou Ce's noise made Du Xing'an so annoying, he raised his hand to interrupt? Zhou Ce: "Wen Xucong these days? Are you here?"

Their faces looked a little bit? No? Okay, Zhou Ce looked at them, and didn't want to make fun of them, scratching his head: "I didn't come, I haven't been here all the time. Didn't I ask about it last time?" Is it?! He is fine in the mansion."

Didn't come all the time, Du Xing? The light in his clear eyes suddenly turned cold, his whole body was like an ice cellar, he turned around and walked out.

"Where are you going? The clock is about to strike?!"

But Zhou Ce couldn't stop them. Du Xingqing walked out of the south pavilion in two or two steps. When the figure appeared from the window again, he had already walked out of the gate of the academy.

"What a fuss, it's inexplicable!" Zhou Ce rolled his eyes and cursed in a low voice, then went to copy their homework.

At this time, the sun on the street is still very strong, but at the intersection? There are already leaves floating down?, fluttering, whirling and falling onto the street.

Du Xingqing walked in the alley paved with bluestone slabs, and the wound on his body began to hurt again. The whole body hurt everywhere, especially the chest? The pain was dull and severe.

The indescribable emotions enveloped them, making it uncomfortable to walk anywhere, uncomfortable to go anywhere, Du Xingqing gradually became unable to walk, moved, but he refused to stop, The freshly scabbed wound oozes blood again, and they keep walking, and they walk faster and faster.

He thought of Wen Xucong's obedience and forbearance in the last two days in the mountains, he thought of Wen Xucong's never mentioning it in the mountains, but thinking about it now, isn't that because he is reluctant to leave? , that was a desperate gamble in the last days.

Looking at it in the mountains, Wen Xucong seems to have let go of many things. They get along with Du Xingqing easily and calmly. The little boy in the mountains is gentle and restrained. ?Qing thought about Wen Xucong in the mountains all the way, then raised his head again, and saw the plaque of Wenfu in front of him.

Du Xing? Cleaned up his sleeves, put one hand behind his back, and nodded to the guard of Chaowen Mansion? He nodded, showing the elegant demeanor of an aristocratic son: "Du Xingqing, your son's classmate and friend, has something to do with you He? Discuss, please report to me.”

Cloudless, just the right weather.

After Wen Xucong learned how to read, she felt that her name was not good. Well, the young doll is holding the book she just learned, sitting by the window? She propped her chin and thought, the catkins in autumn will disperse when the wind blows How pitiful it is that the scattered people can't even find their home. Besides, the word 璁 occupies the side of the word "jade" for nothing, but it's not jade, but a stone like jade.

Although he is young, Wen Xucong also thinks that this is a good idea, but children don't take their troubles to heart. Although they are puzzled, they smile when they see the prime minister and his wife walking into the room He jumped down from the stool and ran towards the two of them happily.

"Mother, Daddy!"

The nurse who served beside him held him back and reprimanded him softly: "You need to salute when you see Mrs. Master, son, this is an unreasonable behavior."

The child raised his head ignorantly, but he didn't see other people, didn't he know if their children would kowtow to their parents when they saw their parents, so they withdrew their open hands begging for hugs, and knelt down in a respectful manner. On the ground, make a bow with both hands, and use a childish voice: "My child has seen his father and mother."

But the lady went around him, sat on the chair and took a sip of the tea, no? Salty? Is it light? With a sound, Wen Chengyu helped him up, also sternly and coldly: "Today? How is your homework?"

Xiaowen Xucong raised her head obediently and answered, secretly looking at the beautiful woman on the high ground who didn't even give her eyes. The mother seems to like me a little bit, the child thought in his heart.

The noble, glamorous prime minister's wife never? Never lacks Wen Xucong's food and clothing, nor does she scold her. She thinks she has done a good job. Everything about a mother, her care for Wen Xucong is always an understatement. commanded, with high? high? mercy.

In order to please him, the mother in my memory did many things, and he was not as tall as the stove. He cooked porridge for his mother, and his white and tender arms were scalded. After a few blisters, he wrote poems to his mother, He? He went to the street to buy paper-made butterflies for his mother to amuse her.

But the porridge was poured into the pig trough, the rice paper for writing poems was discarded and thrown into the waste paper bin, and the little butterfly was thrown on the ground with half of its wings broken.

Disdainful of Wen Xucong's closeness, he would push him away with his Danko-painted fingers, and then slowly turn around and leave, with disgust in the corners of his eyes staring at him when he turned around.

Later, Wen Xucong grew up, and reached a sensible age. After listening to some gossips from the family, I realized it after a while. Doesn’t my mother? Does she? Like him? I hate him, so I don’t know. To do futile and useless work, for example, if a person doesn't like you, you just pretend to be lovable, and if you hate it, you still hate it, and you won't like it.

Wen Xucong grew up to be 16 years old like this, and the only son of King Pingyang, who had always been hostile to his father, was circling around him like a bee surrounded by flowers.

Later, his father was shot by the royal family with an arrow, and the young master's grief and indignation on the city wall scared him. They saw the young prince roaring at the king of Pingyang, and then ran down in despair. Up? The stairs of the ramparts.

Wen Xucong can't tell him what he feels in his heart, just thinking that the young master can treat him like this to his father, so he can...

He couldn't help but went to the palace to find the young master, and the two of them hid in the mountains. Those days were the most comfortable and casual days that Wen Xucong had had in more than ten years. Well, not everyone in this world can be by your side with love and accommodate all your bad tempers.

But he can't stay in the mountains with the young master forever, he can't, but the young master can't, although they only have the young master, but the young master doesn't even have him, there are others Your parents, siblings, friends, they can't let the young master stay with them only.

So they came back.

On the day she came back, a candle lamp was lit on the table, and the prime minister's wife sat alone in the high hall. She maintained her usual dignity: "Your father's life or death is uncertain, and you still know to come back."

Madam asked him what did he do on the [-]th?

Wen Xu stared at the ground and told the truth briefly.

After listening to what they said, Madam's well-maintained face had more than two wrinkles, and the eyebrows were deeply furrowed. Madam did not scold him, but just shifted her eyes to other places.

The candle flickered for a moment, and the lady's voice seemed to be saying another trivial matter: "You changed it, and you are not allowed to meet that kid from the Du family in the future. Let me show you? Okay? It's a marriage. How many days? Get married."

Wen Xucong shook his head and said he? No? Yes.

This is the first time Wen Xucong has rejected his wife's words. The repeated confrontation made the lady feel that Wen Xucong escaped from his own control, and the lady's face became a little distorted: "If you don't? Listen to me, then I still leave you what to do, no? If the medicine is dead? Clean!"

Wen Xucong's face showed that there was nothing unusual. When he was about to leave the house, he kowtowed to his wife as a repayment for the kindness of nurturing him over the past ten years.

A few days later, my wife sent someone to deliver a small medicine bottle.

Holding the medicine bottle in his hand, Wen Xucong showed such a relieved expression for the first time in Wenfu. He swallowed up the poison in the medicine bottle, and when he put down his hand, he sighed... gas.

He's not afraid of death, and he doesn't regret it. It's a waste of time to live like him, and it's boring to live any longer. He just thinks of that young man in fresh clothes and angry horse , And I can't stop feeling distressed.

I'm sorry, but there is no difference between them living and walking dead, they really can't go on anymore.

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