Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

In the cold and silent palace, Xie Anshuang nimbly jumped on the walls of each palace, his eyes fixed on the masked thief fleeing in front of him.

The masked thief was very light-hearted, and he was very familiar with the terrain and defense of the palace, even Xie Anshuang almost lost it several times.

After chasing for nearly a quarter of an hour, Xing Wenshu was the only one who could still keep up with Xie Anshuang, and the rest of the Imperial Forest Army was slightly behind.

If this continues, sooner or later, the masked thief will flee outside the palace.

Xie An's eyes were dim, and he suddenly said to Xing Wenshu, "Give me the bow!"

Without thinking about it, Xing Wenshu handed him the bow in his hand, and handed it over with three arrows.

Xie Anshuang took the arrow, drew the bow neatly, and aimed at the direction where the masked thief was fleeing——

Three arrows at once!

The loud piercing sound pierced the moonlight, approaching the masked man extremely swiftly!

"Clang-"

The crisp sound hit the arrow, and the masked man turned around and drew his sword, and three arrows fell with one strike!

"Hey, I have some skills."

Xie Anshuang narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

The little emperor is unhappy, and the person who made him unhappy will also suffer.

Xie An put the entire quiver handed over by Xing Wenshu on his back, drew three arrows and shot again.

The masked man seemed to think that Xie Anshuang was repeating his old tricks, obviously lowered his vigilance, stopped and swiftly chopped off the arrows.

However, he did not expect that after the three volleys of arrows, there would be three consecutive arrows approaching the front!

"With Gudou, you are still a little behind."

Xie An shot the last arrow, and the bright red clothes fluttered slightly in the night wind, his eyes were full of arrogance that had never been revealed before.

He watched the last arrow shoot out and smiled.

"Xing Shen!"

"The minister is here."

Almost at the same moment when Xie An's voice fell, Xing Wenshu drew his sword in response, and the silver-white long sword splashed a cold light under the cold moonlight.

No need for Xie Anshuang to give any more orders, Xing Wenshu was like a bow that left the string, and with the last arrow crossbow, it went straight to the masked man!

"Chong--!"

The two swords collided, and the crisp sound completely shattered the tranquility of the night.

Xie Anshuang stood on one side and watched the two fighting, and suddenly raised his hand and drew his bow.

——Aim at Xing Wenshu's direction.

"call out!"

The arrow left the string, approaching the fighting two people in an instant!

At the same time, Xing Wenshu suddenly exerted force, using the force of the masked man's attack to retreat a little backwards, and kicked the masked man's sword hand with a backflip!

"Chong-"

When Xing Wenshu landed steadily, the arrow and the sword in the masked man's hand fell together!

Seeing the opportunity, he swiftly swept his legs forward, tripped the masked man and stood up at the same time, with a cold long sword directly between the masked man's neck.

"you lose."

Xing Wenshu stood facing the moonlight, dressed in clean white clothes proudly, with a cold smile in his eyes.

Seeing their end, Xie Anshuang also jumped over, and praised in a good mood: "Xing Aiqing's reaction speed is quite fast."

The coldness in Xing Wenshu's eyes melted in an instant, and he responded gently: "Your Majesty's absurd praise, I just acted according to Your Majesty's ideas."

Then he turned the topic back to business and asked, "How will Your Majesty deal with this person?"

Xie An glanced at the masked man condescendingly, and replied, "Put him in prison first, and we'll talk about it after the interrogation."

However, at this moment, the masked man who half lowered his head to cover his expression suddenly smiled: "Do you really think it's over here?"

"The dog emperor, take your life!"

At the same time as the masked man's voice fell, Xie Anshuang shot another arrow from the left side!

At the same time, the masked man took advantage of Xing Wenshu's unpreparedness and suddenly broke free from his restraints, retreated a few steps, and threw a few throwing knives with his hands.

Xie Anshuang retreated subconsciously for half a step, but forgot that the edge of the wall was behind her, and she would fall backward if she stepped on the air.

"His Majesty!"

Xie Anshuang only heard chaotic and anxious shouts coming from his ears, and the next moment he felt his falling body being tightly embraced by a hug wrapped in the scent of tranquilizing fragrance.

...is...Xing Wenshu...? !

"boom--"

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty the Prime Minister!"

A muffled sound and noisy footsteps and shouts exploded in Xie An's ears at the same time. He stood up almost immediately, and saw Xing Wenshu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and there was a red gash on his arm.

"Xing..."

Xie An's voice trembled slightly, his fingertips clenched and loosened, and after a while he finally forced himself to calm down and said sharply, "Come on!"

"Subordinates are here!"

Xie Anshuang pointed out four or five people: "Just a few of you, you can go after the assassin, and if you can't catch up, you can come to see him!"

"Yes!"

The Yulin army who was pointed out immediately took the order to set off, and one of the remaining one or two seemed to notice Xing Wenshu's movements, and took the initiative to help him up.

Xing Wenshu's expression was still full of pain, and with the help of the Imperial Forest Army, he barely stood up. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a scratch on Xie An's arms, and frowned: "Your Majesty, your hand... hiss—"

He subconsciously wanted to go in the direction of Xie Anshuang, but inadvertently affected his own injury.

It's obvious that I am already like this, why should I care about him...

Xie Anshuang clenched his hands into fists, restrained his emotions and let go after a while, turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and said coldly, "Go back to Chang'an Hall."

The two imperial guards behind him didn't know why he was suddenly angry, and responded quickly, but the one who was idle couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty...do you want to call the imperial physician?"

Xie Anshuang glanced back at him, and said indifferently, "Didn't you see that Gu was injured? Didn't you feel conscious about this kind of thing?"

"Yes!"

He responded quickly, and hurried towards the Tai Hospital, and before leaving, he cast a sympathetic look at Xing Wenshu.

However, Xing Wenshu, who knew very well that Xie Anshuang's mouth was wrong, didn't have much emotional ups and downs in his heart, but looked at Xie Anshuang's seemingly indifferent back and smiled helplessly.

Sure enough, when the imperial doctor also arrived at Chang'an Hall, he still checked Xing Wenshu's injuries under Xie Anshuang's hint.

The rest of the palace people in Chang'an Hall had already been pushed back by Xie Anshuang. He stood closer to the door, with his back to Xing Wenshu and the imperial doctor.

He listened to the sound of Xing Wenshu's breathing coming from behind him from time to time, and gently clenched his hand hidden in his sleeve, desperately restraining the panic in his heart.

The palace wall is not too short, Xing Wenshu still protected him from falling after being shot by an arrow, he is still so afraid of pain, in case something happens...

Xie Anshuang didn't dare to think about it, and waited for a long time with suppressed emotions, and finally waited for the imperial doctor to report the situation to him.

"His Majesty, the Prime Minister is young and strong, and the injury is not serious. He just needs to rest for a while."

...It's fine.

Xie Anshuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The bandaged Xing Wenshu also spoke gently at this time: "I have said that the injury of the minister is not important, but the injury of your majesty's arm is more important."

Hearing his slightly weak voice, Xie Anshuang clenched his fingertips and snorted coldly: "Gu said it before, Gu's body alone... um... yes..."

I don't know if the big rock in my heart fell, but Xie Anshuang realized that the world was spinning for a while, and he staggered a step before he could finish his sentence.

He supported his head with one hand, and vaguely saw that the wound on his arm was a little black.

...It's Qianxiao Poison.

Careless.

"His Majesty!"

Accompanied by the anxious shouts behind him, Xie Anshuang's eyes went dark, and he fell limply backwards, but he did not hit the usual cold ground, but fell into a warm embrace again.

Before completely losing consciousness, Xie Anshuang only vaguely heard a soft humming sound behind him.

Xing Wenshu...