Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

After Xing Wenshu tidied up Xie Anshuang's semi-wet hair slowly, he finally put away the short-term low air pressure around him and returned to his usual gentle appearance.

"Then your majesty will have breakfast and hangover soup first, and then I will dry your hair for you."

"Oh." Xie Anshuang hadn't recovered from his emotional change, he answered absently, sat down at the table and started eating without knowing what to do.

Since Xing Wenshu started to be in charge of Xie Anshuang's breakfast, every breakfast is a variety of medicinal food, which is sweet and delicious.

Xie Anshuang was attracted by today's medicinal diet almost immediately, and soon forgot all about what happened just now.

Xing Wenshu, who was at the side of Hou, didn't say much anymore, until he took a teacup to drink water after eating, he seemed to notice the injury on his finger suddenly, frowned, and asked, "Your Majesty, why did your hand hurt again?"

Xie Anshuang paused, then pretended to be calm and replied: "It's okay, I just rubbed it accidentally."

"Then your majesty is too careless." Xing Wenshu felt distressed and helpless, he sighed and continued, "I will go find some wound medicine, your majesty will sit here for a while."

The bruises on Xie An's hands were not deep at all, and when he woke up, there was almost nothing to do. On weekdays, he would definitely say that Xing Wenshu made a big fuss.

But today, after thinking about it, he still didn't stop Xing Wenshu from going to get the wound medicine, and sat where he was, waiting for him to come back and apply the medicine to himself.

After serving Xie Anshuang in the Chang'an Palace for nearly two months, Xing Wenshu had already memorized the arrangement of all the items here. After a while, he dug out a bottle of suitable wound medicine and some clean cotton cloth from the small medicine box, and walked back to Xie Anshuang.

Xie Anshuang stretched out his hand consciously, and Xing Wenshu was a little surprised: "Why is Your Majesty so obedient today?"

Xie Anshuang snorted softly: "The left and right Xing Aiqing don't like to listen to Gu's words, so why waste those words."

"The minister hopes that His Majesty will always have this awareness." Xing Wenshu smiled, responded jokingly, and then began to concentrate on administering medicine to him.

Xie Anshuang didn't answer, watching him half squatting in front of her, gently holding his hand to apply medicine for him.

No matter from any angle, Xing Wenshu and Wen Ran are surprisingly similar.But in terms of details, when Wen Ran gave him the medicine, he half held his hand, while Xing Wenshu gently lifted it with his fingertips, much more polite than Wen Ran.

Sure enough, it can't be the same person.

He lowered his eyelashes, feeling the coolness of his palms.

Although he and Ye Zihe said it affirmatively last night, and he always wanted to believe that Wen Nuan would not be Xing Wenshu, but he always felt a little uneasy in his heart—Wen Nuan and Xing Wenshu were so similar in body shape, even their voices They are different, but if you listen carefully, you can actually find some connections.

Are there really two people so similar in the world?

But if Xing Wenshu is Wen Ran, it's impossible for him not to know why he drank last night, how he got his injury, and it's impossible for him to miss so many details.

Selfishly speaking, Xie Anshuang is more willing to believe that they are not the same person.

He withdrew his implicitly probing gaze, and still breathed a sigh of relief temporarily in his heart, waiting for Xing Wenshu to finish the medicine.

Fortunately, his wounds were relatively shallow and small. It didn't take long for Xing Wenshu to finish applying the medicine, and said while tidying up: "The wounds are all joints, and they are not deep. There is no need to wrap bandages. Your Majesty, be more careful. good."

Xie Anshuang responded casually, stood up after a little movement, and said, "Go to the Imperial Garden alone, Xing Aiqing doesn't have to follow."

Xing Wenshu frowned: "But Your Majesty, the memorial in the imperial study has been exhausted for three days, and it may not be appropriate for Your Majesty not to review it any longer."

Xie Anshuang showed his stupid nature to the fullest, turned around and left, waved his hand and said: "No approval. How can a good spring day be wasted in cumbersome papers? Naturally, we should enjoy the spring with the lonely concubines in the imperial garden. Criticize yourself."

Since his right arm was injured, Xie Anshuang has used various excuses to avoid reviewing the memorial.At first, Xing Wenshu let him go because of his hand injury and he shouldn't move too much. Later, he became more and more aggressive, and almost handed over the task of reviewing the memorial directly to Xing Wenshu, and only asked Xing Wenshu to summarize it for him after reading it. .

Later, Xie Anshuang's wounds got better, at least it wouldn't be involved when he moved, but he still continued to hand over the memorial to Xing Wenshu in a lazy and habitual attitude. He also wanted to take this opportunity to let Xing Wenshu, who was suspended from the prime minister, continue to control the court dynamic.

Xing Wenshu could naturally see his intentions. He had indulged him for the sake of his injuries a few times before, but this time he was not so easy to talk to.

He put down the wound medicine in his hand, and said unhurriedly: "Your Majesty, regardless of the fact that it is an act of arrogance to replace His Majesty's review of memorials as a minister, even if His Majesty is the king of a country, he should not always waste his time. Put it in the so-called view and enjoy the flowers. I know that your majesty is still young and playful, but your majesty must also take care of work and play. If you only care about having fun and delay work, you will pile up countless courts..."

Xie Anshuang, who was about to step out of the room with one foot, listened to the chasing nagging behind him, and finally withdrew his foot hopelessly: "Okay, stop reading, why not go alone."

Xing Wenshu immediately stopped talking, and resumed his usual gentle smile: "I'm going to ask the palace servants to drive me."

After speaking, he walked out of the door neatly, and he was not the same person as Xing Wenshu who was chattering nonsense just now.

Xie Anshuang watched him go out, and the good mood that got up a little bit suddenly fell back.

For him, Xing Wenshu is like Bai Yueguang, but there are always two times when he can't help but temporarily take Xing Wenshu off the apex of his heart for a while—one is that Xing Wenshu's stubborn rebellion makes him really angry The second is this kind of time when talking about the big truth endlessly annoying people.

What he hates the most in his life is someone nagging in his ear, which is also one of the important reasons why he doesn't want to go to court early.

But it's annoying, when the annoyance is over, Xie Anshuang will still carefully put Xing Wenshu back to the most cherished position.

Who told him that he couldn't help but fall into it.

Finally, Xie Anshuang was forced to go to the Imperial Study Room. Looking at the three stacks of memorials in front of him, he asked depressedly, "Isn't it just three days without approval? Why are there so many?"

Xing Wenshu brought him a cup of tea thoughtfully, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty was joking, these are actually only half. The other half cannot be put on hold, so I temporarily put the table over there."

While talking, Xie Anshuang looked in the direction Xing Wenshu pointed, and sure enough, he saw three stacks of memorials on another table.

Xie Anshuang, who was already unhappy because of the many memorials, was even more upset now.

He stunned the king, why did he suffer this kind of crime.

Thinking about it, it was impossible for Xie Anshuang to really give up. He sighed resignedly to his fate, took out a book from a pile of memorials, and glanced at the names of the officials. "Read".

Seeing that it was an official he knew, Xie Anshuang would decide how much to believe in the contents of his memorial based on the official's loyalty to the court, and then draw something on it.

If he is the official who cares most about the affairs of the court, he will really cheer up to read it carefully, extract useful information, and then... as always, he will draw a bastard on the memorial.

After all, there are so many boring memorials, and it is always necessary to have some fun in the process of reviewing, otherwise, he would probably be able to bury his head in this pile of documents and sleep soundly without reading a few.

After reading a large stack of memorials on the table, Xie Anshuang yawned, but before he finished yawning, the corner of the desk that was finally vacated was filled with new memorials.

Xing Wenshu, who brought the new memorial, smiled very friendly: "Your Majesty is tired of reviewing the memorial, so I will leave the work of moving the memorial to you."

Xie Anshuang let out a yawn and was forced to hold it back. After a moment of silence, she said: "... Then, should Xing Aiqing consider writing for her?"

Xing Wenshu changed the topic directly: "Your Majesty's tea is almost finished, and I will go and make a pot of tea for Your Majesty."

Seeing his back as he simply left, Xie Anshuang decided to remove Xing Wenshu from Bai Yueguang's position for another quarter of an hour.

He looked at the pile of memorials that had become completely untouched again in front of him, sighed deeply, and continued to resign himself to flipping through a few books.

The newly moved memorials were basically the ones presented by the officials yesterday, Xie Anshuang picked out a few at random, and happened to see a memorial presented by Ye Zihe.

The content of the memorial is mainly about the matter that was handed over to Ye Zi and the assassin in charge of the hunting ground. It is said that the man behind the scenes was not found out, and the assassin who was captured alive also committed suicide in prison.

This memorial looks like the assassin's matter is gone, but in fact, it is the words agreed between Xie Anshuang and Ye Zihe at this time.

Ye Zihe's memorial at the meeting shows that he has caught the evidence of the instigator behind the scenes, Zhu Yi also successfully escaped from prison by feigning death, and the plan is proceeding smoothly.

Xie Anshuang's depressed mood was a little better because of this memorial.

Yuan Gui is somewhat of a smart person, so far the people who have been launched to take action are all small characters with no names, even if the incident happened, Yuan Gui himself would not be involved.All he needs to do is to continue to lure her to release more pawns and chips, and collect all the evidence—especially the evidence that the prince and the others were killed.

When the last day comes, find someone to give it to Xing Wenshu to remove the last obstacle for Xing Wenshu's ascension to the throne, so that it will be more justified.

He looked at the leaves and the memorial presented, and finally came back to his senses after a long while, and put the memorial in a corner of the desk and pressed it.

Then he continued to look sadly at the memorial mountain in front of him.There are so many memorials combined, there are only one or two sporadic content, he really wants to give up.

Xie Anshuang sighed again sadly, and blindly took out a few memorials to continue scribbling.

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On the other side, Xing Wenshu, who went to the side room, made new tea in a short while, but left in no hurry, and waited until a young eunuch arrived late.

The little eunuch took a few glances at the door, and finally came in after confirming that there was no one else, and saluted in a low voice: "I have seen Prime Minister Xing."

There was a slight smile on the corner of Xing Wenshu's lips, and while slowly pouring tea into the cup, he asked, "How is it?"

The little eunuch replied respectfully: "Report to Prime Minister Xing, that little princess has left the imperial garden."

"Yeah." Xing Wenshu responded, with a deep smile in his eyes, "You've done a good job, and go back and keep an eye on it for me. I'll let Eunuch Fu take the reward for you later. .”

The little eunuch hurriedly said: "It is my honor to be able to work for Prime Minister Xing. My servant often hears from my godfather that Prime Minister Xing is generous and friendly, and I think of His Majesty wholeheartedly. How dare I bother Prime Minister Xing to spend money."

Xing Wenshu chuckled, and said gently: "It seems that Eunuch Fu has indeed taught a good son. Then you go down first, I have worked hard for you recently."

"If you don't work hard or work hard, then the servant will leave first." The little eunuch waved his hand and left.

Xing Wen Shumu saw his figure away, then picked up the tray, and sent the brewed tea to the imperial study, seeing Xie Anshuang yawning, seemed to finally smile helplessly, and said: "It seems that Your Majesty It’s true that you’re exhausted, but you want to go to the Imperial Garden to get some fresh air before coming back to continue?”

Xie An's eyes lit up immediately: "Yes!"

"Okay." Xing Wenshu responded indulgently, and put the tea at his hand, "Then wait for Your Majesty to finish reading the two books in hand first, and then I will accompany Your Majesty to the Imperial Garden."

Xie Anshuang was so annoyed by the boring memorial that he didn't hear anything wrong in his words for a while, and happily flipped through the memorial in his hand, waiting for a while to finally breathe.

The author has something to say:

Tomorrow is still a double change, if there is no first change at [-] o'clock, it will be two-in-one thick and long ww at [-] o'clock in the evening

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Thanks to [Qianzi Anying] x2 mine mua!

Thanks to [Yinmo Liusheng] x20, [Tianya Old Road], [Physics is a little villain], [neo_zen] for the nutrient solution mua!