Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

"His Majesty?"

Xing Wenshu held an umbrella and frowned slightly: "Your Majesty's complexion is so bad, why are you here alone in the rain?"

【"You look so bad, why are you here alone in the rain?"】

Xiao Xing Wenshu's immature voice echoed in Xie Anshuang's mind back then.Almost the same words, but already a completely different situation.

"His Majesty?"

The person on the opposite side called him softly again, with a soft and gentle tone, as if worried and caring.

Immediately afterwards, he felt someone approaching in front of him, and the raindrops that had been pattering on his body were all blocked out, and he could vaguely smell a nice fragrance.

Xie Anshuang's originally strong spirit relaxed unknowingly, and everything in front of him began to become blurred.

He knew that he should turn around and leave at this time, but for some reason, as soon as he saw Xing Wenshu, he couldn't help letting go of his heartstrings and leaving everything to him.

But he can't, he still wants to make Xing Wenshu hate him.

Xie Anshuang forced himself to regain his energy and wanted to take a small step back, but because he had knelt for too long just now, his feet gave way and he almost fell down.

"Be careful, Your Majesty."

Xing Wenshu quickly supported him, not disliking him for being wet, gently took him into his arms, and asked anxiously: "Your Majesty, do you want to go to the minister's room to rest for a while and change clothes? You will get sick if you continue like this." of."

However, Xie Anshuang could no longer hear what he was saying.

His head rested on Xing Wenshu's shoulder, the tip of his nose was full of Xing Wenshu's smell, which was light and reassuring, making his head even more drowsy.

"Xing Shen..."

Xie Anshuang unconsciously yelled, looking at the white clothes in front of him dimly, only one thought remained in his chaotic mind.

He seemed to... stained Xing Wenshu's clothes again.

He tried weakly to get up, but was hugged even tighter by the person in front of him, and he seemed to feel a gentle force from the top of his head.

"It's okay, I'm here."

The gentle voice in the ears intertwined with the sound of "rustling" rain, which disappeared almost instantly, but was clearly received by Xie Anshuang's ears.

He suddenly felt a little sad.

However, Xing Wenshu is the most suitable candidate, and he and Xing Wenshu are destined to confront each other.And it happened that Xing Wenshu was always so gentle to him.No matter how indifferent he is, he will not get deeper and deeper.

Xie Anshuang's thoughts and consciousness gradually became hazy, and he cursed "bastard" vaguely.

Xing Wenshu followed his words and said: "Okay, I'm a bastard. It's just that your majesty's condition is really not good. If you feel wronged, your majesty should first go to this bastard's room to change clothes, okay?"

Xie Anshuang didn't respond, and only felt the voice in his ear gradually drifting away, and his consciousness slowly fell into a long-lost dream, into that spring day 13 years ago.

……

"Swish..."

The drizzle in late spring falls on the bank of the lotus pond, and the sound of small fragments is almost covered by the music of silk and bamboo orchestras in the pavilions and waterside pavilions not far away.

Little Xie Anshuang, who was only five years old, hid in the lotus leaf bushes, which were huge for him. Her scattered hair and thin clothes had already been soaked by the rain, and she huddled in the corner of the lotus leaf bushes, listening to the sound coming from not far away. laughter.

That was... a world that didn't belong to him.

Little Xie An hugged his knees and curled up in a corner under the shade of lotus leaves.

Because he escaped from Queen Yuangui's palace hastily, he accidentally fell on the shallow bank of the lotus pond. Now he is covered in dirt, hiding here in a state of embarrassment, out of tune with the elegant and lively atmosphere.

He buried his head between his knees, shivering slightly from the cold.

I don't know how long it took, the rustling rain gradually stopped, and the sky became much brighter than before.

Little Xie Anshuang still huddled in the corner motionless, but suddenly heard footsteps stopping nearby.

"Huh? Someone?"

He flinched subconsciously, raised his head slightly, but didn't dare to look up at the person coming, and tried to back away in a low voice with one hand.

The person who came quickly reminded: "Be careful, there is a lotus pond behind, if you step back, you will fall."

Xiao Xie Anshuang paused on the spot, as if he didn't know whether he should continue to retreat, curled up with a frightened look.

The person who came frowned, saw his condition clearly, and asked, "You look in a bad state, why are you here alone in the rain? Your clothes are all soaked, and you will get sick."

Xiao Xie Anshuang didn't respond, and buried her head even lower.

Xu Shi saw his timidity, so the visitor lowered his voice and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. I'm the second son of the Xing family, and my name is Xing Shen. What's your name?"

Little Xie Anshuang still didn't answer.

He remembered that Empress Yuangui had told him that he could not trust anyone, and that anyone who approached him had other motives and would even kill him.

Although Queen Yuangui always abused him for various reasons, Yuangui said that he was born a lowly and mediocre person, and everything she did was to make him useful in the future, so he usually listened to Yuangui Queen's words.

Even if he sneaked out to breathe today because he couldn't bear it, he didn't dare to easily disobey the rest of what Empress Yuangui said.

Seeing that he was silent all the time, Xiao Xing Shen guessed that he rarely saw other people, so he squatted not far from him, looked at him at the same level, and smiled gently: "I'm really not a bad person. Are you the child of a palace lady? If you are lost, I can secretly send you back, and I will not tell others."

Hearing the word "go back", little Xie An subconsciously flinched again, clutching the already dirty cloth by his feet with one hand.

Xiao Xingshen mistakenly thought that his reaction meant that he had guessed right, and there was a little more clarity in his eyes. After thinking about it, he sat cross-legged on the floor and continued: "How about this, let's chat together? I'm here to breathe Yes, worrying about having nothing to do."

Listening to the movement in front of him, Xiao Xie Anshuang couldn't help but look up at him, and with a glance, he bumped into the gentle and harmless smile of the young boy opposite.

The person named Xing Shen on the opposite side looked only seven or eight years old, except for the emperor brother, little Xie Anshuang had never met anyone of his generation.

This man... looks really good-looking, and he also has a good-looking smile.

He couldn't help but glanced a few more times, and after a while he realized that he shouldn't have done this, and quickly lowered his head again.

Seeing this, Xiao Xingshen smiled lightly, and asked with a little pride, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Xiao Xie Anshuang had no experience in communicating with others, so she was told what she was thinking, and after hesitating, she nodded slightly.

"My parents are well-known handsome men and beauties in the capital, so the three children of our Xing Manor are all very good-looking."

When Xiao Xingshen mentioned his family, his eyes seemed to light up with some unusual brilliance, but then he changed the subject and moved it to Xiao Xie Anshuang: "Although your face is covered up by the dirty mud and dust. , but your eyes are beautiful, and you must be a very good-looking person."

...does it look good...?

It was the first time for Xiao Xie Anshuang to be praised by others. She shook her head after thinking about it, and replied sullenly: "It's not good-looking."

Xiao Xingshen tilted his head, and seemed to be seriously confused: "How is it possible? Your voice is also very cute. Grandma Ruanruan must be a smart and cute child~"

"...No." Little Xie Anshuang recalled how Empress Ping Yuangui had belittled him, and refuted him again in a low voice.

Xiao Xing Shen looked at him, and suddenly got up and moved closer to him.

Little Xie Anshuang hurriedly stepped back, but because of the lotus pond behind him, he almost fell into it again.

"Be careful!" Xiao Xingshen quickly grabbed him, and smiled helplessly: "Don't be nervous, I just wanted to come to you to get something."

While speaking, he let go of little Xie An's hands, bent down and picked up a branch in front of him.

Little Xie Anshuang withdrew his hand, but involuntarily fixed his eyes on little Xing Shen, as if he was a little curious about what he was going to do with the branch.

After spending a few short words with each other, Xiao Xie Anshuang didn't realize that he no longer rejected Xiao Xing Shen as much as he did at the beginning, but he still maintained instinctive nervousness.

Xiao Xingshen saw the change in him, stood there and weighed the branch in his hand, and suddenly asked: "Are you literate now?"

Little Xie Anshuang nodded: "A little bit."

"Then let me teach you how to write my name, okay?" Xiao Xingshen looked excited, and broke the branch in his hand into two, and gave half of it to Xiao Xie Anshuang.

Xiao Xie Anshuang didn't understand why he proposed this, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem to be a dangerous thing, so he nodded in agreement.

Xiao Xingshen took the opportunity to ask again: "Then can I go to your side? This way it will be convenient for you to see clearly."

At this time, Xiao Xie Anshuang was not yet on guard, so after thinking again, she still chose to nod.

So Xiao Xing Shen sat next to him logically, very close, almost next to each other.

It was the first time for Xiao Xie An to get so close to someone he didn't know, and instinctively tensed up, and inadvertently smelled the faint scent of incense from the person beside him.

It is a very fresh and pleasant smell, like some kind of flower, light and elegant, and the fragrance is well grasped.

"Hey?"

Little Xie An's eyes flashed half a branch, and he came back from his own thoughts, subconsciously raised his head to look at little Xing Shen, and met his clear black eyes.

Xiao Xingshen smiled friendly and asked, "What are you thinking? I think you suddenly lost your mind."

"..." Xiao Xie Anshuang looked away, hesitated before answering, "It smells...very good."

What he said didn't match what he said, but Xiao Xingshen understood it immediately, smiled at him, and said more proudly: "The incense I use is specially prepared by my sister. My sister is amazing. La."

Little Xie Anshuang nodded, echoing his unreasonable words.

At this point in the matter of fragrance, Xiao Xingshen brought the topic back and said, "Then I will start writing. I will write a picture, can you follow me?"

Little Xie An clenched the branches in his hands, and nodded as if facing a formidable enemy.

Xiao Xingshen couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said in relief, "Don't be so nervous, my name is not difficult to write, you're so smart, you can definitely do it~"

Xiao Xie Anshuang pinched the branch, wondering if he was used to his way of speaking, subconsciously he no longer resisted his praise.

Xiao Xingshen didn't say any more, dipped some mud into the mud behind him, and wrote his name on the ground stroke by stroke.

In the middle of each drawing, he would stop for a while, waiting for little Xie Anshuang to follow up clumsily, and then start the next drawing.

By the time the word "Xing Shen" was written, a long time had passed.

"Okay!"

Xiao Xingshen finished writing the last point on the ground, and after Xiao Xie Anshuang finished, he went to his side to have a look.

Little Xie Anshuang has not yet been allowed by Empress Yuangui to attend classes with the imperial brothers. She has not learned how to write systematically, but just followed Xiao Xingshen's strokes as much as possible. Come neatly.

Xiao Xingshen praised again sincerely: "Your handwriting is also very cute! You probably haven't studied it before, right? If you have the opportunity to practice and study hard, your handwriting must be very beautiful!"

Empress Yuangui hadn't suppressed Xiao Xie Anshuang's academics yet. Hearing Xiao Xing Shen's evaluation, he clenched the branch in his hand a little more.

Just at this moment, Xiao Xie Anshuang's stomach suddenly made several "gurgling" sounds.

He hid here for most of the day, didn't eat breakfast or lunch, in fact he was already very hungry.

Seeing this, Xiao Xingshen thought for a while and said: "There is a viewing party over there, and a lot of food has been prepared. Let me get some for you, okay? I'll just say I want to eat it myself, and I won't expose it." your."

Little Xie Anshuang hesitated for a while, but still gave in to Chi Shi, and nodded slightly.

Xiao Xingshen asked again: "Then do you like cakes or..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Xie Anshuang suddenly shook his hands when he heard the word "pastry", and dropped the branch in his hand, his expression seemed to be terrified.

"Okay, don't be afraid, then I won't bring pastries." Xiao Xingshen didn't quite understand his sudden emotion, but quickly turned the conversation away, "I'll go get you some snacks, okay?"

Little Xie Anshuang managed to calm down and nodded again.

Xiao Xing Shen worriedly said: "Then you stay here and don't wander around? I'll be back soon."

"En." Little Xie Anshuang responded softly, looking much more obedient than at the beginning.

Xiao Xingshen gave him a smile, stood up and patted the hem of his clothes, and then walked towards the pavilion.

After a while, he brought back a plate with many kinds of snacks on it, still smelling fragrant.

Xiao Xie Anshuang was attracted by the scent, and stared straight at the small dish, as if she was hungry, and she didn't dare to eat it rashly.

Xiao Xingshen looked at his well-behaved and sensible appearance with some pity, guessing that he rarely had the chance to eat something good.

However, despite pity, he did not forget the situation of Xiao Xie Anshuang at this time, and reminded: "Your hands are covered with mud now, at least you have to wash your hands before eating, otherwise it will spoil your stomach."

Xiao Xie An looked at his hands subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw that the dirt was all mud, but he didn't know where to wash it, so he was a little at a loss for a while.

Weirdly cute.

Xiao Xing Shen smiled sullenly, temporarily put the plate in his hand on the ground, and reached out to him: "Come on, I'll take you to wash your hands."

Just at this time, the sun, which had been showing some signs, completely pushed through the thin clouds and mist, and sprinkled a large piece of soft and warm sun.

Little Xing Shen was bathed in the gentle sunshine, the smile in his eyes was clear and pure, only clean and friendly.

...he's really good looking.

Xiao Xie Anshuang paused, stretched out his hand unconsciously, but retracted timidly when he inadvertently saw the dirty heart of his hand, as if he was worried about dirtying the young boy who was so clean in front of him.

But as soon as he moved back, Xiao Xing Shen took the initiative to hold his hand first.

Wei Liang's palm lightly covered most of his palms, exerting the same soft force to pull him up smoothly.

Xiao Xie Anshuang looked at the hands he held with Xiao Xing Shen.

This was the first time he was treated so gently, and it was also the first time he had doubts about what Empress Yuangui said.It seems that... strangers are not all bad people.

At least Xing Shen is not.

Xiao Xie Anshuang lowered her head and smiled lightly.

He thought back to the time when Xiao Xingshen taught him to write his name stroke by stroke just now, and carefully buried those two words deep in his heart.

... Xing Shen.

……

"Xing Shen..."

Xie Anshuang murmured a name unconsciously, opened his eyes dimly, and heard someone answering beside him.

"The minister is here. Your Majesty is awake?"

Xing Wenshu opened the door curtain and walked in. His long hair, which was usually tied up, was scattered behind him at this moment, and it was still a little wet. The clothes on his body were still dressed casually, soaked in water vapor, as if he had just finished taking a bath.

... Such a casual appearance is more beautiful than usual.

I don't know if it is rare to see Xing Wenshu's casual side, Xie Anshuang always feels a little dizzy.

He struggled to get up, but was gently stopped by Xing Wenshu who hurried over: "Your Majesty is having a fever right now, so it's better not to get up, and take a good rest."

Only then did Xie Anshuang realize that his dizziness was not psychological, but physical.

At certain times, he was never the master who would force himself, so he simply continued to lie down with peace of mind.

At this time, Xing Wenshu reached out and took a towel from his forehead that he hadn't noticed it existed, wet it in the basin next to it and wrung it dry, then put it back on his forehead.

The slightly cool temperature relieved Xie Anshuang's dry heat well.

He narrowed his eyes comfortably, moved his body a little, found a comfortable position, and then...

Staring at Xing Wenshu.

Xing Wenshu thought he had something to do, and asked, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Xie Anshuang still stared at him, and after a while he muttered dissatisfiedly: "Asshole."

Xing Wenshu: "...?"

He blinked, reacted after a while, and smiled helplessly.

It seems that their little majesty has been burned out, and his consciousness is not clear at all.

Thinking of this, he felt a little distressed, and sat on the edge of the bed to gently feel the temperature of Xie An's cheeks with the back of his hand.

Xie Anshuang, who was unconscious, felt comfortable instinctively, and rubbed his cheek against the back of Xing Wenshu's hand, like a kitten attached to the temperature of the back of his hand.

Xing Wenshu's heart softened, his voice became softer, and he asked, "Why does Your Majesty want to be alone in the rain?"

Xie Anshuang glanced at him, then looked away, and muttered softly, "Don't worry about it."

It sounds like an angry child.

"Okay, the minister will stop asking."

Following his will, Xing Wenshu stopped bringing up the topic, changed a wet towel for him, tucked the quilt back up again, and then went to the table beside him to deal with his own affairs.

It was the first time that Xie Anshuang was taken care of when he was sick.

He turned his gaze back and turned to stare at Xing Wenshu's focused profile.

At this time, his consciousness was not fully awake, but subconsciously recalled the dream just now, the dream about their first encounter.

He still remembers that time, seven or eight-year-old Xing Shen took him to the clean side of the lotus pond, and cleaned his hands carefully with his own handkerchief.

Then, they spent a leisurely afternoon together, Xiao Xingshen told him many interesting stories in a gentle tone.

Those stories planted a seed in little Xie Anshuang, making him vaguely believe that endless abuse and cruel training shouldn't be all in his life, and that what Empress Yuangui said might not be all right.

It's just that in the end, Xie Anshuang still had a little timidity in his heart, and he never dared to tell Xing Wenshu his identity. After Xing Wenshu left with his father and brother, he returned to the palace of Empress Yuangui.

After going back that time, he was soon discovered by Empress Yuangui about his sneaking out, and he was locked in a small black room for a full seven days.

But he didn't regret that escape, and was even lucky to meet Xing Wenshu at that time.

Xie Anshuang withdrew his thoughts from childhood memories, looked at Xing Wenshu who was writing something with a pen at the table, it took a long while before he was willing to look away, and fell asleep lightly under the quilt.

Xing Wenshu on the side felt his gaze disappear. After finishing writing, he put down his pen and looked in Xie Anshuang's direction.

Xie Anshuang had already closed his eyes and fell asleep again, his cheeks flushed abnormally, and he looked very obedient when he was asleep.

He got up and walked carefully to the bed, changed the towel on his forehead again, and smoothed his slightly frowning brows.

Just at this moment, there was a light knock on the door.

Xing Wenshu looked at Xie Anshuang to make sure that he was still sleeping soundly, and then walked towards the door with confidence.

"Prime Minister Xing." Fuyuan said softly, carrying an insulated food box, "This is the medicine sent by the imperial doctor. The imperial doctor said it is best to drink it while it is hot."

Xing Wenshu nodded and took it: "Okay, please trouble Eunuch Fu."

Fu Yuan quickly waved his hand and continued: "This time, I should trouble Prime Minister Xing to take care of His Majesty. Your Majesty never let others take care of you before. When you are sick, you have to carry it by yourself. With Prime Minister Xing taking care of you, Your Majesty will definitely be better than before." Go faster."

While speaking, Fuyuan showed some pity in his brows and eyes.

Xing Wenshu could see that he really felt sorry for Xie Anshuang, and suddenly asked: "Eunuch Fu, may I ask how long have you been with His Majesty?"

"About...eight years." Fuyuan recalled, "The old slave was probably transferred here by Empress Yuangui when His Majesty was ten years old."

When he was ten years old... Xing Wenshu remembered that when he first met Xie Anshuang, Xie Anshuang was also nine and ten years old.

Xing Wenshu thought for a while, and then asked: "Would Eunuch Fu be willing to tell me about His Majesty's previous life? I want to know more about Your Majesty."

Fu Yuan shook his head, with an apology in his eyes: "I'm sorry, it's not that this old servant doesn't want to tell Prime Minister Xing, it's just that before His Majesty ascended the throne, this old slave said that he was ordered to take care of His Majesty, but in fact he seldom saw him throughout the day. Meet with Your Majesty. Your Majesty stays in the Palace of Empress Yuangui all year round, and rarely returns to her room."

Xing Wen's eyes showed regret, and he didn't embarrass Fu Yuan: "Okay. Then, Eunuch Fu, do you know why His Majesty got caught in the rain today? But what happened to His Majesty?"

This time, Fu Yuan seemed a bit embarrassed, and he seemed to hesitate after thinking for a while before saying: "I don't know if your majesty has encountered something, but before Prime Minister Xing called the old slave to change your majesty's clothes... your majesty was once asked by the Yuan Dynasty. Your Majesty summoned me to Ningshou Palace."

Speaking of this, Fuyuan glanced around, confirmed that there was no one else, and added in a low voice: "According to my observations over the past few years...the relationship between His Majesty and Empress Yuangui seems not very harmonious."

"This old slave knows that saying these things in private is a felony, but this is the first time this old slave has seen His Majesty willing to let others take care of him. In the past two years, His Majesty seems to be happy and happy, but in fact he has suffered as much in private as anyone else. If it is possible... this old slave I would also like to implore the Prime Minister not to be too concerned about some of His Majesty's actions, this old slave believes that His Majesty's heart is not bad."

As he spoke, Fuyuan took a small step back, looking as if he was about to kneel down to make his request.

Xing Wenshu quickly supported him, and said: "Eunuch Fu does not need to perform such a big gift. I also believe that your majesty has a good heart. Even without such words as Eunuch Fu, I will take good care of him. Please rest assured."

Fuyuan still insisted on kneeling down and kowtowed to Xing Wenshu, expressing his most sincere gratitude.

Seeing his loyal appearance, Xing Wenshu couldn't help but think back to his previous life.

In the previous life, after Xie Anshuang threw himself into the fire scene, none of the surrounding officials and palace people dared to step forward, only Fuyuan rushed in without hesitation, but was pushed out by Xie Anshuang who wanted to die.After that, Fu Yuan was depressed for several days, and not long after, he went with Xie Anshuang.

To have such a loyal servant, the little Majesty in the previous life can be considered a comfort.

But since he has the opportunity to do it all over again in this life, he will definitely not let the result of his previous life happen again.

Xing Wenshu helped Fuyuan up, bowed to him gently, and said firmly, "Eunuch Fu, please rest assured, no matter what happens, I will always be by your majesty's side."

Fuyuan's eyes were slightly red, and he seemed extremely relieved: "The old slave is completely relieved to hear the promise from Prime Minister Xing. The old slave has other things to deal with, so I won't bother Prime Minister Xing here. Farewell."

After finishing speaking, Fuyuan briefly saluted and turned to leave.

Xing Wenshu watched him leave, and turned back to the house after a while, thinking carefully about the incident Fuyuan mentioned about Xie Anshuang and Empress Dowager Yuangui just now.

However, at this moment, there was a muffled sound in the inner room.

He was startled in his heart, worried that something happened to Xie Anshuang, hurried to the inner room, and saw Xie Anshuang who woke up at some time and fell down beside the bed, rubbing his head with one hand, as if he had been knocked down.

Xing Wenshu put down the food box in his hand and stepped forward, helped him up and asked, "Why did your majesty get up suddenly? But where did you fall?"

Xie An supported his head with his right hands, still a little dizzy, his eyes were full of confusion when he looked up, as if he didn't know how he got to the ground.

...It seems that he fell from a restless sleep.

Xing Wenshu put one hand to his lips, resisting the urge to laugh, helped him back to sit on the bed, and said: "The strange minister didn't notice that His Majesty slept too far away. But it just so happened that the imperial doctor brought the medicine over." Already, Your Majesty, drink the medicine first."

Xie Anshuang was ignorant and confused, but instinctively trusted Xing Wenshu, sat back on the bed obediently, and waited for him to bring the medicine.

So when Xing Wenshu turned around and came back again, he saw him sitting very upright on the edge of the bed, with his head slightly lowered, letting his hair scatter on both sides, looking soft.

So cute it's a bit foul.

What Xing Wenshu couldn't resist was that Xie Anshuang showed such an expression, and his heart softened immediately. He handed the medicine to him, and said softly: "Remember to be careful."

Xie Anshuang nodded, picked up the medicine and drank it in small sips.

The strong bitter taste spread from the tip of his tongue. He drank slowly, but his expression didn't change at all the whole time, as if he didn't feel anything at all.

Xing Wenshu was slightly surprised by this: "Don't you feel bitter, Your Majesty?"

He could tell that the soup was definitely bitter just by smelling it. If it were him, he would definitely not be able to drink it slowly without changing his face.

Xie Anshuang heard his question and shook his head: "I'm not afraid of hardship."

But Xing Wenshu still felt pity, thought for a while and said: "I have sugar here, Your Majesty, eat some sugar to get rid of the bitterness."

"Candy?" Xie Anshuang tilted his head, looking confused, "What is candy?"

Xing Wenshu was stunned for a moment: "Your Majesty doesn't know what sugar is?"

After asking, he remembered that Xie Anshuang didn't know what many snacks were at the temple fair before, and wanted to know more and more what kind of life he lived in the past.

There was more pity in his eyes, and he explained: "Ordinary sugar is usually only sweet, and many sweets are sweet because of the addition of sugar. Similarly, sugar can also be made into various candies, but Its pure sweetness is basically unchanged."

Hearing this, Xie Anshuang immediately lost interest, and said disappointedly: "I don't want sugar, I hate sweet things."

Xing Wenshu took the opportunity to ask again: "May I ask why Your Majesty hates sweet things?"

Xie Anshuang pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to talk about this topic, but this time Xing Wenshu didn't choose to change the topic wisely, and looked at him quietly, hoping to get an answer.

After a long while, Xie Anshuang finally spoke softly: "Sweet things... are bitter and poisonous."

"...Huh?" Xing Wenshu was even more puzzled, "How come?"

Xie Anshuang held the cloth on his leg with one hand, and continued: "All the sweet things I ate when I was a child have poison in them, and they will turn bitter in the end."

He recalled that when he was young, every time Yuangui gave him poison and medicine, he would pour the poison into cakes and sweets, and he would look at him indifferently in pain from the poison, until he was on the verge of death, he would ask someone to give it to him. He poured the antidote.

At that time, he was only three or four years old, and his other memories had become blurred. He only remembered the bitter taste that surged up every time the sweetness dissipated, and countless times of heart-piercing pain.

Since then, he has feared and hated all pastries and sweets, and gradually got used to the bitter taste.

He fell into his own thoughts, and the hand holding the fabric on his leg was so tense that it trembled slightly, but was gently covered by a cool palm in the next moment.

He raised his head subconsciously, and was staring into Xing Wenshu's side full of pity.

Xing Wenshu had already brought a box of candies at some point, and said softly, "Then, would your majesty trust me once? I can assure you that this is just the most common and pure sugar, which will not taste bitter, let alone poisonous."

Xie Anshuang looked at him, then at the candy in his hand, torn between fear and trust.

The pain of dying countless times has been deeply burned in his mind, but he has the purest trust in Xing Wenshu.

Seeing his hesitation, Xing Wenshu didn't hurry to urge him, but just quietly waited for him to make a choice.

The chaotic Xie Anshuang didn't have much thinking ability, and in the end, his subconscious trust in Xing Wenshu overwhelmed his fear, and he tried to pick up a candy and swallow it.

The candy that Xing Wenshu gave him was not big, just a small piece, with a light floral fragrance that smeared in his mouth accompanied by the sweetness, so it would not be overly sweet at all.

He anxiously swallowed the whole candy and ate it, only to feel the remaining fragrance of the flower lingering, but it was more sweet.

"It's really not painful."

Xie Anshuang seemed a little surprised, his eyes widened slightly, and he glanced at his hand, but he didn't twitch from the pain at all.

Such an experience was too novel for him.

No bitterness, no poison. Only the purest sweetness.

This is a very normal thing for others, but it is very surprising for Xie Anshuang.

Xing Wenshu watched from the side, feeling sore and sore in his heart. He habitually raised his hand and rubbed his hair, and said gently: "As long as your majesty likes it. If your majesty still wants to eat it in the future, you can always find me, at least the candy from me here. Definitely just pure sugar."

Fortunately, at this time, Xie Anshuang was so immersed in the shock that Tang was really not bitter, that he didn't notice Xing Wenshu's movements at all.

He raised his head slightly to look at Xing Wenshu, and said a little excitedly, "I still want it now!"

Xing Wenshu looked at his excited expression, withdrew his hand from touching his head, and smiled: "No."

"..." Xie Anshuang's little joy disappeared instantly, "You just said that you can find you at any time."

"That's also except for today." Xing Wenshu patted his head, stood up and put the candy box away, "Your Majesty is still sick, and it's not good to eat too much candy. If you want to eat, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Xie Anshuang instinctively felt that his behavior was very familiar, but because he was sick and didn't want to think about it, he finally failed to notice the clue, and lay down on the bed angrily and went to sleep.

When Xing Wenshu put away the candy box and turned back, all he was left with was a seemingly indifferent back on the bed.

He chuckled softly, and stepped forward to cover him with the quilt: "Then Your Majesty, rest well, and I will call you again when it's meal time."

Xie Anshuang didn't respond, and really didn't want to. Almost as soon as he touched the pillow, he felt tired and fell asleep again in the groggy state.

Seeing that he was really uncomfortable, Xing Wenshu didn't bother him to rest, and made sure that he returned to the table after covering the quilt, and continued to read the prince's notes he was looking at before.

The prince’s diary records all the major events in the prince’s growth process. He tried to find out about Xie Anshuang’s past here, but unexpectedly found that before Xie Anshuang was seven years old, there was not even a single thing related to him mentioned in the prince’s diary. .

He was obviously the only son under the queen's knee at that time, so it is logically impossible to not even mention the date of birth.

Xing Wenshu recalled what Fuyuan had said to him not long ago, thoughtful.

Could it be... Xie Anshuang is not Empress Yuangui's own child?

However, he had never heard of any concubine of the late emperor who had an heir died. If Xie Anshuang was not the child of Empress Yuangui, whose child would he be?

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