three feet away from me

Outside the hut, there was a shady place where the sun was blocked by the high eaves. Du Xingqing sat in this place, hugged his knees, leaned against the wall, looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the high wall, and sighed faintly. Tone, this day is really difficult.

Where did that bastard surnamed Xie hide his soldier talisman!Du Xingqing rubbed his stomach and hiccupped. Although Xu Cong disliked him on the surface, he still left many dishes for him to eat.Thinking of this, Du Xingqing frowned again, feeling a little better.

He smiled slightly, the wound on the corner of his mouth hurt a little, and hissed softly, it was just when Wen Xucong approached him step by step, he didn't notice that he knocked his foot, and his face fell straight to the edge of the table Going down, the flesh at the corner of the mouth hit the table, and it is now purple.

At that time, Wen Xucong, who came over coldly, was stunned. He stayed in place for three breaths before quickly helping him up. In the end, the prime minister didn't make a move.

The wound on the corner of his mouth made Du Xingqing grit his teeth again. It was completely innocent, and he blamed those ignorant little maids.

well!The little Hou Ye looked at the sky melancholy, and returned to the original topic, where did that dog surnamed Xie hide the soldier talisman?If Xie's mansion stays any longer, his young master will become a useless person.

Du Xingqing's melancholy didn't last long, and the housekeeper came early the next morning.

"Today, our general is holding a banquet at the mansion. There are not enough people. You two also went to the front hall to help, helping to serve the food and pour the wine. You have a bit of eyesight. This time, our general is not inviting ordinary people."

Although the two of them had never served food and wine to others, in this lifetime, they might have been served food and wine to themselves, but they were under the eaves, and the two young masters followed the butler subtly in their hearts.

Xie Ze's banquet was held in the main hall, and it was noisy as far as the eye could see, the guests were coming and going, drinking and drinking, and in the center there was a beautiful woman dancing with her waist twisted.

As soon as the two entered the door, they saw the guests dressed in foreign countries on both sides of Mr. Xie Ze, and they looked at each other. This person really wanted to turn against him, and Lang Lang Qiankun held a banquet at home to entertain foreigners like this without any scruples.

Du Xingqing and Wen Xucong stood in the corner holding cups. The servants who refill tea and pour water are very discerning. As soon as the guest's cup bottoms out, the dexterous one has already filled it. It's just the two of them, the guest He coughed but didn't pour the wine, put the cup heavily on the table and didn't see the tea being refilled, so he could only look back in displeasure: "Pour the wine."

At this time, the two young boys looked at the wine jug even more displeased than him, and poured half a glass of wine into the empty wine glass very perfunctorily.

Du Xingqing just poured wine for the Chinese-faced, thick-limbed, foreigner-dressed guest with bold laughter, and stood in the shadow behind the pillar holding the jug.

He fiddled with the lid on the jug, looking bored at the noisy people, the young master wanted this banquet to pass quickly, not to mention that he still had to serve people, what's the point, there would be no such thing at this banquet Someone asked about the soldier talisman.

"General, I have one more matter to consider." The young master raised his eyes and looked over. The man on the left of the seat was wearing a tall hat, long sleeves and short hexagrams, and a wide and fat robe with the etiquette of his country. He raised his wine glass: "The general said he has one hundred thousand troops, but it's true."

Du Xingqing was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head to play with the wine lid, raised his eyelids and twitched the corner of his mouth lazily, asking what's the matter, Xie Ze can still take out the soldier talisman.

"I know, since you have doubts in your heart," Xie Ze, a middle-aged man in his 40s with thick eyebrows and big eyes but not simple and honest, drank the wine in his glass and wiped the wine off his face with the back of his hand. After staining, he took out a black object from his pocket with his gleaming hand, and held it up high: "Then I will show you the soldier talisman, so as not to lose trust in each other in the future."

With a snap, Du Xingqing inadvertently broke off the small protrusion on the lid of the hip flask, which was convenient for people to pick up. There was no trace of the soldier talisman, which appeared in front of them majestically without warning. Du Xingqing turned his head to look at Wen Xucong, and found that the expression on the young prime minister's face was also indescribable.

The surprise came so fast that neither the young master nor the prime minister could react.

While chatting and laughing, Xie Ze put the soldier talisman into his arms. Du Xingqing and Wen Xucong had the same thoughts on their faces. Now is undoubtedly a good opportunity, but there are too many people and it is difficult to start.

The two of them were thinking hard, when the servant girl pouring wine for Xie Ze shook her hand and knocked over the jug, half of which fell asleep on Xie Ze's robe.

Probably because he was in a good mood today, Xie Ze waved his hand, and did not blame the servant girl who was prostrate on the ground and trembling violently: "I'll go change my clothes first, and we'll drink again when I come back."

The people below held up their wine glasses, embraced the beauty, and responded in unison: "Good!"

Xie Ze propped his hands on the table, stood up, and staggered towards the exit of the hall.

Wen Xucong, Du Xingqing; "..."

What is no coincidence without a book, what is God's will, what is fate, that's it.

Du Xingqing's position is at a corner, and he has to bypass some guests when he is away from the exit of the hall. He is tall and has long legs, so it is inevitable that he will not attract attention when he goes out like this. Although Wen Xu's place is far away from the exit, there is no need to go around , You can leave quietly along the wall.

Wen Xucong raised his eyes and took two steps back, avoiding people and handing the jug to Du Xingqing through the screen and the waist-high fence. The two of them brushed their sleeves, and he took a look at Du Xingqing.

Du Xingqing took the jug, he knew what this glance meant, but now was not the time for him to be brave, so he quietly squeezed Wen Xucong's palm through the fence.

Closing his eyes, Wen Xucong calmly withdrew his slightly curled hands, followed Xie Ze quietly along the shadow of the corner, and left the hall.

Du Xingqing held the jug, his eyes dimmed.

When Xie Ze walked out of the banquet hall, the wind blew on his face, and when the air-conditioning picked up, the smell of alcohol rose up. He staggered and almost fell.

But he refused to be helped, pulled his sleeves out of the servant's hand, and pushed the man: "I'm not abolished yet! Stay away from me. When I finish my big work, you will be envious."

Just like that, Xie Ze talked about his grand plans and great careers all the way, trembling all the way back to his bedroom in the courtyard.

He was so drunk that he didn't close the door, and casually tore off his clothes and threw them on the ground. Instead, he put the soldier amulet on the table and changed clothes behind the screen.

Taking advantage of no one, Wen Xucong came into the room softly, held his breath, and picked up the soldier talisman lightly and quietly.

Inside the screen, Xie Ze was still humming the unbearable tune of Huajie and Liuxiang,

Wen Xu silently put the soldier talisman away, turned around and was about to go out, but the touch on the wrist behind him made him choke his breath, an electric current surged up his spine, and cold sweat flowed out of his pores with a sound.

Behind him, Xie Ze's clothes were only half worn. He grabbed Wen Xucong's wrist and said affectionately, "This hand is thin and cold. You little restaurant, where are you going?"