Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the third year of Jingchun, there was a lot of snow falling.

It was supposed to be the Lantern Festival, but there were few people in the streets and alleys, and the palace was even more deserted.

—with one exception.

In the depths of the imperial palace, outside the imperial study room, red lanterns were hung high up almost the entire eaves, and the fine dark red satin was made into decorations, which were hung in a staggered manner under the corridor, like layers of dark red waves.

Outside the hall, in the heavy snow, about five or six men dressed as officials shrank their necks to resist the cold wind.Behind them stood a man in plain white uniform, as if he didn't know the cold, standing upright in the wind and snow.

Not long after, an old eunuch came out of the imperial study, sighed and shook his head: "Your Majesty has no visitors today, everyone please go back."

The middle-aged man standing at the front frowned: "But today is the deadline given by His Majesty. If His Majesty doesn't see you, wouldn't it be..."

Before he finished speaking, the hem of his clothes was pulled by the person beside him, and he received a wink.

The middle-aged man was still a little dissatisfied, and when he was about to speak again, a gentle voice came from behind him: "Can I trouble this father-in-law to inform you again? Just say that Linjun Xing is asking to see you, and is willing to wait outside the hall until His Majesty summons you."

The person who spoke was the man in white in ordinary clothes.There was a faint smile in his brows and eyes, and he appeared elegant and easy-going among a group of officials who were either unhappy or dissatisfied.

The old lady was a little surprised when she heard his words, and immediately turned into a dilemma. After a while, she still responded: "Old servant, try again."

"Thank you, father-in-law." Shi Shiran, a man in white clothes, cupped his hands in salute, with a gentle and gentlemanly posture, which made people feel better.

The old eunuch saluted him back, turned around and walked into the imperial study again.

Different from the gloomy and cold snowfall outside the palace, the earth dragon in the imperial study room is flourishing, dry and warm, which can melt the cold air brought in from outside the house almost instantly.

But there was also the smell of rouge and gouache that was incompatible with this office, and it made people uncomfortable.

"Your Majesty, Linjun Xing asked to see him, and he said yes... he said he was willing to wait outside the hall until His Majesty summoned him."

The old eunuch adjusted his breathing calmly, and after reporting respectfully and politely, he quietly raised his head to look in the direction of the master seat, facing the lazy and casual gaze of the man in the master seat.

It is said to be a man, but perhaps it is more accurate to refer to him as a boy.

He was reclining on the soft couch, his red clothes were a little disheveled, his loose long hair fell to one side, revealing a youthful but undeniably beautiful face.

He was supposed to be the beauty who threw fruity cars everywhere he went, but he was the emperor.

He is also a faint king who has been criticized for his extravagant debauchery.

Since he ascended the throne two years ago, he has gone to court a handful of times. The Chang'an Hall where he lives is lit all night, and the music resounds. During the day, he doesn't know which concubine's bedroom is lingering.

What's more, he also changed the original royal study into his second sleeping hall.

On weekdays, when the ministers had something to play, they had to find him when he was having fun with some concubine in the imperial study, which caused the dissatisfaction of countless ministers.

The loyal ministers have repeatedly tried to exhort him, but he hastily perfunctory each time.In the end, he still found them annoying, and sometimes he would not even want to see them when they came to the Imperial Study Room.

Just like this time.

Xie Anshuang listened to the old eunuch's report, lost interest, and yawned lazily: "General Xing usually hates to see Gu the most, so why did he take the initiative to ask to see him today?"

A woman who was kneeling and collapsed smiled coquettishly, peeled a grape and handed it to his lips: "Besides, the general is strong and strong, so it's not a problem to stand in this wind and snow for a while. How can it disturb His Majesty's elegant mood at this time. Don't you think so, Your Majesty?"

Xie Anshuang bit the grape in a woman's pose.The grape ice just taken out of the gold plate full of ice cubes is cold, just to relieve the heat of staying in the house.

He half-closed his eyes in enjoyment, a tear mole looming under his beautiful peach eyes.

"Since General Xing is willing to wait, let him wait." He said casually, and raised his hand to call a maid standing behind him to pour wine for him.

The old eunuch was still standing where he was, and finally found a chance to intervene, and continued, seemingly in a state of embarrassment, "Your Majesty, Mr. Xing is not General Xing, but General Xing's younger brother, Mr. Xing Wenshu."

"Xing Wenshu?"

Xie Anshuang raised his eyebrows lightly: "It turned out to be Young Master Xing. Didn't he go back to his hometown with his father who retired and returned home?"

The old eunuch dutifully explained: "Your Majesty, did you forget? A few days ago, several ministers said that there was someone recommended by the prime minister, and you asked them to bring him within seven days. This Mr. Xing must be the one they recommended."

After Xie Anshuang came to the throne two years ago, he indulged in his sensuality and ignored political affairs. The famous good minister Xing Wenshu who was in power during the late emperor's time—that is, the father of Xing Wenshu repeatedly persuaded him to no avail, and returned home in a fit of anger. Since then, the position of prime minister has been vacant until now. .

During this period, ministers from all walks of life in the court took turns admonishing him to appoint a prime minister to assist government affairs as soon as possible, but when they asked about the candidate, there was no definite conclusion, and it was not finally determined until a while ago.

At that time, Xie Anshuang didn't ask who the candidate was. Hearing that he was still in his hometown, he directly asked them to bring him to see him within seven days, otherwise he would be punished as a protester.

Xie Anshuang took a sip of the wine in his glass, as if he was thinking whether to summon him or not.

At this time, the woman he collapsed sat beside him, put a thin cloak on him, and smiled softly: "Since the second son Xing has come from a long way, why don't you meet him? Concubine I am also very curious about what kind of character this rumored second son with both ability and political integrity is."

Xie Anshuang pulled down his cloak, smiled, and said to the old eunuch: "Since the beauties want to see them, let them in."

"Yes." The old eunuch responded politely, turned around and went outside to call in the waiting people.

Not long after, several officials and Xing Wenshu in a plain white cloak walked into the imperial study together. Xie Anshuang subconsciously set his eyes on Xing Wenshu.

There is not much emotion in Junyi's face, calm and steady, only a pair of black eyes are warm and bright like black jade, even the busy journey and wanton wind and snow can't cover up the brilliance in his eyes.

Xing Wenshu followed the officials and walked not far in front of him, raised his clothes and knelt down to salute, with his back straight: "I will see your Majesty, long live your majesty, long live, long live."

The voices of several people sounded at the same time, but Xie Anshuang immediately recognized the one belonging to Xing Wenshu.

Clear and gentle, it appears more mature and stable.

Xie Anshuang was in a daze for a moment, but was soon brought back to his senses by the cold touch on his lips.

"Your Majesty, let's taste this grape again, it's so sweet." The woman smiled delicately, her voice was sweet, as if she ignored the people kneeling on the ground.

Xie Anshuang opened her mouth as she wished, and bit off half of the crystal clear flesh, and the juice flowed down from the woman's fingertips.

The woman said coquettishly: "Your Majesty is so disgusting, the water can flow everywhere."

Xie An's brows and eyes were filled with a frivolous smile: "The beauty wants Gu to make amends?"

"Your Majesty..." The woman's cheeks were slightly red, and she pushed his chest as if to refuse or welcome.

Seeing them flirting here like no one else, the expression of the middle-aged man kneeling at the front changed again and again. Just as he was about to speak to remind Xie Anshuang of their existence, Xing Wenshu behind him spoke out before him.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Study Room is the office, so it might be inappropriate for the girl to make fun of you here."

While speaking, Xing Wenshu kept his body upright and his voice soft.

Compared with the usual strict persuasion of other courtiers, his words sounded more like a well-intentioned reminder.

She was also the only one who wouldn't directly call the woman next to him a "temptress".

Xie Anshuang raised his eyelids to look in his direction, and looked him up and down: "Are you the second son of Old Prime Minister Xing?"

"I'm not talented." Xing Wenshu cupped his hands in response, with a neither humble nor overbearing attitude.

Xie Anshuang chuckled, and sat up a little bit: "Before becoming prime minister, you want to imitate your father to persuade Gu? It really is true that like a father, like a son."

He spoke in a leisurely manner, as if he was talking about ordinary domestic topics.

Xing Wenshu also didn't seem to hear the sharpness in his words, and kept smiling: "Don't dare, I'm just worried about the reputation of your majesty and the girl, so I reminded you."

"It's such a worrying reputation." Xie Anshuang held up his wine glass and shook it slightly, stood up and walked towards him slowly, "But according to Yigu, Mr. Xing is not worried about his reputation."

Before Xing Wenshu had time to respond, Xie Anshuang had already walked up to him and knelt down, put the wine glass in his hand to his lips, and smiled brightly.

"It's rare for Mr. Xing to be born a beautiful woman. Instead of being the prime minister of Nao Shizi and intriguing in the court, it's better..."

He raised his hand to play with a strand of Xing Wenshu's hair scattered in front of him, and said with a smile in his voice, "Enter the orphan's harem to serve the orphan."

While speaking, he raised his hand slightly, as if he wanted to forcefully pour the wine into Xing Wenshu's mouth.

Xing Wenshu didn't resist, and obediently drank the ice wine.

It's just that Xie Anshuang drank too fast, and part of the wine spilled from his lips before he could swallow it, and the strong aroma of the wine lingered in their fiery nostrils.

Xie Anshuang looked at him with a smile, touched his lips with his warm fingertips, and gently and slowly wiped the wine on it, with a frivolous demeanor: "I don't know what Mr. Xing wants?"

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