Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

Xie An returned to the room in panic, and not long after, he heard Xing Wenshu's knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, can I come in?"

Xie Anshuang had already adjusted his mood, and responded casually: "Come in."

Hearing the words, Xing Wenshu pushed the door in, holding a bowl of warm hangover soup in his hand, and said gently: "Your Majesty drinks alcohol at night, and if you just go to sleep, you may have a headache when you wake up tomorrow, so drink some hangover soup first."

Xie Anshuang sat in front of the table, resting his chin on one hand, and scribbled on the rice paper with a brush dipped in ink in the other hand, as if he didn't hear what Xing Wenshu was saying at all.

Xing Wenshu didn't care about his indifference, put the hangover soup on the side of the table, and said: "I will come to collect the bowl later, your majesty remember to drink it while it is hot. The minister will leave first. If your majesty needs to call me, I will do it tonight." I will always be waiting in front of His Majesty's door."

After finishing speaking, he saluted Shi Shiran and left.

Xie Anshuang raised his eyes to look at his back, pursed his lips lightly, flicked the writing brush on the table after a while, got up and went back to the inner room to light tranquilizing incense, and took off his clothes.

After a while.

Xing Wenshu pushed the door open and came in, and saw that the bowl of hangover soup on the table hadn't been touched at all, and a brush next to it was soaked in ink, which stained the rice paper black.

Xie Anshuang really didn't drink the hangover soup, which surprised him a bit.

He raised his eyes to look in the direction of the inner room, saw that the light was still on inside, approached lightly, and smelled the obvious scent of calming incense after a while.

And Xie Anshuang was curled up in a corner of the bed, half of the quilt on her body was scattered, and her brows were slightly frowned, as if she was not sleeping very peacefully.

The biggest effect of Anshenxiang is to soothe emotions and help people sleep well. Xing Wenshu can also smell that Xie Anshuang's dosage is definitely not small, but he still can't sleep well.

Xing Wenshu could sense the change in his mood, but he didn't quite know the reason for the change.

Maybe their little Majesty, who is full of secrets, has encountered some new troubles.

Xing Wenshu smiled helplessly, gently pulled up the slipped quilt, and covered Xie An with both hands.

"Well……"

Xie Anshuang seemed to sense the movement, his brows furrowed deeper, and he moved restlessly.

Subconsciously, Xing Wenshu gently put his hand on his forehead to comfort him, but only when he sensed the temperature of his forehead did he realize that his hand was always slightly cold.

He hurriedly wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xie Anshuang unconsciously pulled him back in his sleep.

I don't know if it's because of his natural physique or some other reason, Xie Anshuang's palms were very hot, he gently pulled Xing Wenshu's cool palm, and rubbed his cheeks unconsciously, like a kitten acting coquettishly.

Xing Wenshu noticed that the center of his brows became calmer, and he seemed to be sleeping more comfortably than before.

Is it because of the cold temperature of his palm?

Xing Wenshu looked slightly surprised, remembering that Xie Anshuang was drinking ice wine and wearing clogs before, and that he always wore thinner clothes on weekdays.

Could it be that their little majesty is really not afraid of the cold?

There were more thoughts in Xing Wenshu's eyes, and Xie Anshuang had fallen asleep completely and peacefully when he came back to his senses.

He carefully pulled out his hands, gently put Xie Anshuang's hands back into the bedding, and stood beside the bed watching his peaceful appearance by the warm yellow candlelight.

In fact, Xie An was born as a beauty, if he hadn't grown up in this royal family, maybe he would have grown into a vigorous and handsome young man.

Xing Wenshu sighed secretly in his heart, pushed a strand of hair scattered in front of his cheeks to the back of his head, and then got up to leave, leaving a room with a faint scent of soothing fragrance.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Xie Anshuang woke up a little while after the soothing incense burnt out, sat up from the bed while yawning.

Last night because of Xing Wenshu's matter, he was upset, and he didn't sleep well at first, but then it seemed that something cool was pasted over him, which was very comfortable.

He glanced at his bed, but didn't see anything on the bed that might be cold.

...or is it just an illusion?

Xie An, who had just woken up, was still a little dazed, so he stopped thinking about it and walked out of the inner room with his wooden clogs.

"Morning, Your Majesty."

Xing Wenshu seemed to have been waiting in the outer room for a long time, and at this moment he just wrote the last stroke on the rice paper on the table, put down the pen, turned around and greeted him with a smile.

After a good night's sleep, Xie Anshuang recovered a little, and asked casually, "What is Xing Aiqing painting again?"

Xing Wenshu said modestly: "I just saw the ink stains left here by His Majesty, and drew pictures on a whim."

Xie Anshuang happened to be at the table, and Xing Wenshu added a few strokes to the place where he had scribbled a few lines last night, turning it into a large forest full of flowers.And under Xing Wenshu's simple modification, the stain smeared by the brush turned into a rockery next to the flowing water.

The flowing water is connected with the woods, and there seems to be a villain at the exit of the connection, which seems to be quite bright.

Xie Anshuang raised his eyebrows and praised: "Gu Zhen didn't expect that Xing Aiqing is also quite a good painter."

"Your Majesty's reputation is too high." Xing Wenshu responded, "It's just that Sister She is good at calligraphy and painting, so I followed suit."

A certain little emperor, who could make a flower look like no other, decided not to continue this topic with him, and called Xing Wenshu to come over to change his clothes and comb his hair after a brief wash.

With previous experience, this time Xing Wenshu has become a lot proficient in doing these things, and the set is very smooth.

"Okay. Is His Majesty satisfied with this time today?"

Xing Wenshu buttoned up his hair crown, and looked at Xie Anshuang with a smile in the bronze mirror.

Xie An raised his chin and said, "Let's just give it a try."

Xing Wenshu seemed to be happy to accept such an evaluation, and responded, "It's my honor."

Then he didn't continue to dwell on this topic, and turned to say: "I have ordered breakfast to be prepared in the dining room. The temperature is just right now. Would you like to eat first, Your Majesty?"

Xie Anshuang, who was in a good mood and had a good appetite, got up to eat, but when Xing Wenshu brought the breakfast, he recognized that it was different from usual.

"...Is this medicinal food?"

Xie Anshuang raised his eyebrows and looked up at Xing Wenshu.

Xing Wenshu explained gently: "Your Majesty didn't drink the hangover soup last night. I was worried that Your Majesty would be uncomfortable if he slept like this, so he asked the dining room to make a medicinal meal. But it seems that I was too worried."

"Hmm." Xie Anshuang replied with a nasal voice, and continued, "Gu Ke remembers that Gu Tong Aiqing has said many times that Gu knows his body well."

Xing Wenshu replied with a smile: "It's because I'm worrying too much. But since the dining room has been prepared, His Majesty should change his taste occasionally."

Xie Anshuang would not dislike the bad taste of the herbal diet, and usually eat it for breakfast.After that, he sent Xing Wenshu to pack his things.

Xing Wenshu obediently said "Yes", packed up the dishes and prepared to take them back to the servants in the dining room.

But after walking out of Xie An's room, Xing Wenshu restrained the meekness in his eyes, looked at the empty porcelain bowl, and pursed his lips slightly.

In fact, this bowl of medicated food has long been kept slightly cold, and it is not in a state of perfect temperature at all.But Xie Anshuang didn't seem to care at all, and even ate quite happily during the meal.

In such a cold day, I don't think it is strange that the breakfast is slightly cold. This can explain that Xie Anshuang's physical condition is not the same as that of ordinary people, but Xing Wenshu has not yet figured out what the difference is.

He turned his head and looked at the closed door behind his eyes, his eyes gradually darkened.

How many secrets does their little majesty still hide?

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Xie Anshuang: Hands and feet are hot and afraid of heat but not cold

Xing Wenshu: Cold hands and feet are afraid of cold but not heat

Summary: A match made in heaven! (?