Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

After a short period of emotional ups and downs, Xie Anshuang returned to his usual posture, accepting Xing Wenshu's care for him as a matter of course.

However, for some things that must be operated with both hands, he still chooses to do things by himself, such as combing his hair and wearing a crown.

When Xie Anshuang put on the hair crown by himself, Xing Wenshu just walked in with a bowl of warm medicinal porridge.

Due to physical discomfort, Xie Anshuang didn't have much appetite at this time. Originally, he only wanted to have a casual meal, but when he entered the mouth, he was surprised to find that the porridge was much more delicious than those made in the imperial dining room, and he ate it before he knew it. Down half a bowl.

He couldn't help asking curiously: "The imperial dining room has changed cooks today? This taste is much better than the clear soup before."

Xing Wenshu replied: "No. I used to have a bad taste when I was sick. I thought that Your Majesty was not feeling well, so I shouldn't have a lot of appetite. So in my own name, I asked the imperial dining room to make medicinal food according to my taste."

"I didn't expect our Prime Minister Xing to learn how to pretend to be a tiger." Xie An raised his eyebrows, but his mood seemed to be better than before.

As the saying goes, the sky is big and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest. No matter what, you can't live with eating.

Xie Anshuang became more active in his mood, and asked casually, "By the way, has the masked man from last night been captured?"

Xing Wenshu smiled, and replied patiently: "All brought to justice. Two masked thieves committed suicide by biting their tongues, and the other has been put in prison, waiting for His Majesty's instructions."

Xie Anshuang was not in a hurry to give instructions, and said with great interest: "The masked people we chased last night are pretty good at martial arts, and the group of trash from the Imperial Forest Army can catch up to them?"

It sounded like he couldn't remember who it was that said last night that the Imperial Forest Army couldn't catch anyone and came to see him.

Xing Wenshu was a little helpless, and continued to follow his topic: "Last night when His Majesty was about to fall, I took advantage of the masked man's surprise and threw the sword in his direction, which happened to stab his right leg. restricted his movement."

Xie Anshuang didn't expect Xing Wenshu to have such a quick reaction before he came to rescue him, and praised again: "Xing Aiqing's reaction ability is really not bad."

Xing Wenshu still just smiled modestly, and replied: "It's just that I have accumulated experience in the army before. The battlefield changes rapidly, and it is necessary to maintain vigilance and responsiveness at all times to occupy the key to victory."

Listening to his description in a few sentences, Xie Anshuang couldn't help but recall the scene when he first came into contact with marching and fighting.

It was three or four years ago, the night after Xing Wenshu left Beijing with his brother, Xie Anshuang sneaked out of the room where Yuan Gui was imprisoned to find Master Ru Huai, and asked her about the march.

Ru Huai used to be a member of the rivers and lakes, and had also disguised himself as a man to join the army before, so he roughly told him a lot of things that happened during the march.

At that time, Xie Anshuang was still a taciturn young man, and he also yearned for the battlefield ignorantly, thinking that in the future when his prince and brother ascended the throne, maybe he would be able to regain his freedom, and then go to the army to fight and defend his family and country.

Who would have thought that not long after that night, his prince and brother died suddenly in the East Palace, and the situation in the palace and court had undergone earth-shaking changes.

And the once young boy also had to kill the sprouting battlefield seeds in his heart with his own hands.

Xie Anshuang stirred the medicinal food in the bowl to cover up his emotional fluctuations, and slowly finished the rest of the medicinal food.

Xing Wenshu could sense the change in his mood, but he didn't know the reason for the change. After thinking for a while, he turned the topic back to the main topic: "How does His Majesty plan to deal with that masked man?"

Xie Anshuang thought for a while, then waved his hands casually: "The matter of the masked thief was taken care of by you, Xing Aiqing. Of course, how to deal with it is up to you. Gu is not responsible for helping you deal with the aftermath."

What Xing Wenshu was waiting for was his words, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely handle the matter properly and give His Majesty an explanation."

Xie Anshuang, who couldn't explain it, didn't care very much. On the surface, he handed over all these chores to Xing Wenshu, who was supposed to rest. In secret, he himself needed to conduct a more in-depth investigation.

He needed to figure out why the masked thief came at him, why there was Qianxiao poison in his hand, and whether his actions represented what the Empress Dowager Yuangui wanted to do.

A series of questions popped up in his mind, and Xie An, who was already uncomfortable, felt even more pain in his head.

Seeing this, Xing Wenshu said worriedly from the side: "If your majesty is not feeling well, you can rest for a while. The rest will be cleaned up by the minister."

Xie Anshuang was used to sleeping all day when he was poisoned on weekdays. Hearing this, he stopped thinking about it and tried to go to the incense burner to light some tranquilizing incense. As soon as he stood up, Xing Wenshu had already walked over before him.

He paused on the spot, and finally turned his footsteps and walked directly towards the bed.

The lingering calming fragrance quickly occupied one side of the inner room, and the smell was very light, obviously much smaller than what Xie Anshuang ordered himself before.

Without waiting for Xie Anshuang to say anything, Xing Wenshu had already walked back to the bed, pulled up the quilt at the end of the bed for him, and said in a gentle voice: "Too much sedative incense can easily lead to dependence. Just now, the sedative tea and medicinal diet Zhongchen specially let the palace servants With the addition of tranquilizing medicinal herbs, His Majesty can rest at ease."

...that's really well thought out.

Xie Anshuang muttered something in his heart, turned his back to Xing Wenshu, and said nothing, it seemed that he was inexplicably awkward again.

Xing Wenshu was used to the small emotions he would have from time to time, covered him with one hand, and said: "I will call your Majesty again after lunch, Your Majesty, remember to be careful, don't press the wound."

"Okay, I'm not a child." Xie Anshuang muttered in a muffled voice, pulling the quilt up over his ears, expressing that he didn't want to hear it.

This behavior is clearly as childish as a child.

Xing Wenshu smiled lightly, and didn't say anything else. He turned around after hearing Xie Anshuang's breathing gradually calmed down, and exited the room softly and slowly.

"Prime Minister Xing."

Fuyuan, who was waiting at the door, saluted slightly when he saw him.

Xing Wenshu waved his hand and asked softly, "What does Your Majesty usually say to the outside world when this happens?"

Fuyuan thought for a while, and replied: "Generally, His Majesty would say that he is not interested and does not want to go out, and refuses all visits."

Xing Wenshu nodded, and continued: "Then let's follow what I said earlier today. I'm going to leave for a while, and you must remember not to let irrelevant people disturb your Majesty's rest."

Fuyuan didn't ask any more questions, and responded respectfully.

After ensuring that Xie Anshuang could have a safe rest, Xing Wenshu left with peace of mind, boarded the sedan chair prepared in advance, and left the palace all the way.

Finally arrived at the dungeon where the masked man was held.

"I have seen the Prime Minister."

The guards in front of the dungeon hurriedly saluted Xing Wenshu.

Xing Wenshu nodded to them, and said gently: "Excuse me. Did the masked man take good care of last night?"

He has a warm voice, and the warm sun in early spring falls on his white clothes. He seems easy to get along with, but the natural oppression around him cannot be ignored.

Seeing this, one of the guards quickly responded: "I have obeyed your will and guarded it at the highest level."

"Thank you for your hard work." Xing Wenshu smiled and walked into the dungeon.

The jailer inside had already received the news that Xing Wenshuhui was coming to interrogate the masked man. When he saw him, he greeted him respectfully and said, "My lord, the prisoner has been brought to the interrogation office."

Xing Wenshu nodded: "Very well, let's lead the way."

"Yes." The jailer didn't dare to delay, and led him all the way to the place where prisoners were interrogated.

In the cold dungeon, there was only faint candlelight flickering. Xing Wenshu looked around with great interest, and saw that the surroundings were full of torture instruments of various colors glowing with cold light.

And the masked man he wanted to see was chained up at this moment, his stabbed right leg was not treated, it was full of blood stains, his head was drooping, and he seemed to have fallen into a coma.

Xing Wenshu was facing the faint candlelight, dressed in white clothes coated with soft and warm yellow, but the smile in his eyes was colder than this cold prison.

"Come on, bring ice water to wake him up."

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