three feet away from me

There was a loud noise, and the bed board squeaked under the unbearable weight, and it was precariously stabilized by Du Xingqing's bounce. Du Xingqing was about to shout, when he caught a glimpse of the figure by the window from the corner of his eye, he suddenly stopped.

The window was open, and the sunlight came in from there, and Wen Xucong just sat in the light.

Du Xingqing looked at him who was reading with his head down, and suddenly became dazed.

"What's wrong with you?" Hearing the sound, Wen Xucong raised his head with a dignified expression: "Is there really something wrong with nightmares?"

"Ah?" Du Xingqing's hand was still propped on the bed, maintaining a flustered movement. His brain that just woke up didn't allow him to react too clearly, so he opened his mouth slightly and let out a sound that he didn't know. What do you mean breathy sound.

Wen Xucong was still holding a book in his hand. Seeing that Du Xingqing was always in high spirits and handsome in the academy, he had never seen the young master just waking up in a daze. This recognition made him challenge happily. Raising his eyebrows, he turned around while sitting on the stool, completely facing Du Xingqing's direction.

"You are laughing at me!" Du Xingqing rubbed his face, lifted the quilt and got out of bed to put on his robe: "You have no conscience, little boy, I thought you were kicked out of bed."

"You slept outside, and you were the one who got kicked off." Wen Xu frowned, looking down at the book in his hand.

"Really?" Du Xingqing tied up his hair casually, and suddenly leaned in front of Wen Xucong, bent down, with an unscrupulous smile at the corner of his mouth: "Why didn't you kick me off?"

Wen Xu raised his eyes, and was facing a pair of eyes full of smiles. He was startled for a moment, then pushed Du Xingqing with his hand, and looked away: "I will kick you off tonight, someone will be kicked out of bed." That day."

Du Xingqing was pushed back by his strength, and straightened up with a smile: "I'm giving you this chance, I promise not to move tonight, and let you kick me off."

Wen Xucong pursed her lips and said nothing, but she was thinking in her heart: Who is going to kick you!

"I'm going to get breakfast, you wait for me to come back."

Du Xing washed his face and went out with the food box in his hands. When he came back, there were two bowls of porridge and a few stacks of side dishes in the food box. After the two finished eating, it was Du Xingqing who took the food box as usual. Hold the bowl and want to help.

"Don't move." Du Xingqing raised his hand to take the bowl in his hand, and pushed him aside with his elbow: "It doesn't matter if this bowl is broken, if it breaks and your hand is cut, it's mine guilty."

"I……"

Before Wen Xu could retract his hand, he was pushed aside. When he came back again, Du Xingqing had already put away the table and put the lid on it.

"Next..." Du Xingqing raised his head with burning eyes, and wanted to say that we should go for a walk and inquire about the clues of the soldier talisman.

Wen Xucong pointed to the scissors and broom in the corner, and interrupted him with a cold face: "We should go to take care of the garden."

Otherwise, if the soldier talisman is not found at that time, he will be driven out of Xie Mansion first.

...It seems to be such a truth.

The back of the pampered and pampered young master is not as straight as before. He sighed, moved to the corner of the wall, picked up the broom, and inexplicably felt a little sad and angry: "I am the young prince!"

The prime minister walked up to him, picked up the scissors, and walked out in silence.

"Hey! Xu Cong!" Du Xingqing was startled, and chased after him in three or two steps: "What are you doing with the scissors, put them down, I can do it by myself."

"No." Wen Xucong insisted, and he hid the scissors for pruning flowers and trees behind his back.

"In case I prick you," Du Xingqing walked around him to get the pair of scissors, which in his opinion were extremely sharp, and could pierce Wen Xu's fingers with a little carelessness.

Wen Xucong lowered her eyes, pushed him away and continued to walk outside.

"Okay, okay, wait a minute." Holding the ancestor, Du Xingqing handed him his broom: "Let's change it, and I'll cut it. I'm taller than you, and there are some places you can't cut."

Wen Xucong looked at the broom, as if thinking.

"Really, and I don't like sweeping the floor," Du Xingqing chased after the victory; "It's such a good job to cut it twice with scissors, Mr. Wen, you and I will trade!"

Wen Xucong's eyes flickered. After all, his heart softened about the two meals, and he hesitated to hand over his scissors and exchanged for a broom.

Du Xingqing heaved a sigh of relief, carried the scissors and went out with Wen Xucong.

The garden is really not very good, the shrubs are uneven like branches stretching in all directions, some tall locust trees and pine trees grow sparsely in every corner, the precious flowers and plants are not as ferocious as the weeds, and they crawl on the ground skinny.

Du Xingqing had never done this kind of work before, his heart was fierce and his hands couldn't suppress the fire, so he cut the bushes into small balls, leaving a large number of dead branches and leaves on the ground, and the weeds were also merciless by the little prince I grabbed the branches and leaves and pulled them, regardless of whether the flowers were pulled or the roots were still in the soil, and then I threw them out, and the weeds and shrubs and branches lay together pitifully.

"Come on, let me grow it again, I want to see if it is you who grow faster or my scissors!"

"What kind of thing is this, it only grows leaves but not flowers, forget it!"

"Another one that hasn't bloomed, don't want it."

After the place Wen Xucong swept for the sixth time was again soiled by the weeds and dirt thrown by Du Xingqing, Wen Xucong's hand holding the broom tightly, he didn't want to bear it anymore.

Holding the broom, the little prime minister walked up behind the little marquis who was bending over and pulling weeds with a cold snowy face, and kicked towards a certain place.

The little Hou Ye jumped into the grass with a bang.

"What's the matter with you, little boy, you actually attacked!" Clutching his butt, Du Xingqing got up from the ground, patted the grass clippings on his body with one hand, and his internal organs, which were originally a little angry, became quiet the moment they saw Wen Xucong. Hold back such a sentence.

"If you don't want to prune, you go back."

"No, I still like to chatter."

"Do not force."

"No force, no force."

"Then concentrate on your work."

"Okay, okay, I will not make noise."

The little prime minister who got the answer left satisfied, Du Xingqing closed his mouth aggrieved, turned around and picked up the scissors and cut again angrily.

It's all your fault for making Xu Cong bother me.

After a morning, the branches of the garden were pruned roughly, roughly, and not very carelessly, and the weeds and soil on the road were swept away, so that the garden seemed to be a bit visible to people.