Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

In the end, Xie Anshuang still didn't take the tea from Xing Wenshu.

Words like the future are too far away for him, not something he can easily afford.

Seeing this, Xing Wenshu no longer insisted, took the tea to one side, and just stayed beside him quietly as before.

Xie Anshuang pretended that he didn't exist, sat at the table for a while, then got up, went to the outer room to find something to pass the time.

And Xing Wenshu was right beside him, whenever he wanted to take something with his right hand, Xing Wenshu could always understand his intention at the first time, and took the thing first and handed it to him.

When Xie Anshuang was about to raise his right hand for the fourth time, he saw Xing Wenshu naturally pull out the book on the upper right of him and hand it to him smoothly.

He raised his eyes to look at Xing Wenshu, only to meet his eyes that were always filled with a gentle smile.

"..."

Xie Anshuang didn't say anything, he ignored it three times before, but this time he finally took the book from his hand, took it and walked to the desk.

"Your Majesty is still angry with the minister?"

Xing Wenshu walked to one side, poured out a glass of water and put it on Xie Anshuang's left hand.

Xie Anshuang glanced sideways, and said in a strange way: "Second Master Xing is so bold, how dare I get angry with Second Master Xing."

While speaking, he took a sip from the tea cup at hand, his attitude was obviously much more relaxed than before, and he raised his hand as if he was going to grab something.

This time, Xing Wenshu moved the pen holder in his hand to a place farther away from him, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty's right arm was injured, and he will continue hunting tomorrow. It's better not to use it too much today."

Xie Anshuang raised his eyebrows lightly: "Why, didn't Second Master Xing persuade Gu to cancel the hunt today?"

Xing Wenshu replied: "Your Majesty has his own consideration for continuing to hunt, and I can still distinguish the pros and cons of the overall situation."

"Then Xing Aiqing is talking about it, what's your consideration?" Xie Anshuang leaned back in the chair and looked at him leisurely.

Xing Wenshu continued to answer according to his words: "Naturally, it is to prevent the officials from knowing that His Majesty was injured. The ministers and officials have ulterior motives, so how can we guarantee whether they will be of the same mind?"

Xie Anshuang sneered: "Xing Aiqing's guess is accurate. I don't know what Xing Aiqing knows, but what happened to those who can guess the emperor's mind through the ages?"

"The minister is naturally clear." Xing Wenshu heard the threat in his words, and did not respond in any other way.

"I am Your Majesty's subject, and my life and death have been entrusted to His Majesty as early as when I entered the court. I only hope to solve His Majesty's worries and problems. No matter what way Your Majesty gives me in the end, I will have no regrets."

Xie Anshuang raised his eyes to meet his gaze, and only saw pure seriousness and sincerity in his eyes, without the slightest sycophant.

But the more he was like this, the more depressed Xie Anshuang became.

Comparing patience with Xing Wenshu is indeed not an easy task.

Xie An pursed his lips, and in the end he just snorted softly, and said in a muttering voice: "It's nice to say now, but I don't know if Second Young Master Xing will still remember what you said."

After he finished speaking, just as the servants brought the dinner, he casually threw aside the unread scroll in his hand, got up and walked to another table, ending the topic.

Xing Wenshu looked at his back, and also didn't speak anymore, took the food boxes sent by the palace people, and dutifully arranged the food bowls and chopsticks one by one.

A dinner was as normal as before, but Xing Wenshu noticed that Xie An's raising and lowering his right hands was obviously not as natural as before.

Although his little majesty is not afraid of pain, it still hurts after all.

Unknowingly, he recalled the scars he saw on Xie Anshuang's chest and back today.

Xing Wenshu remembered that when Xie Anshuang fell ill in the rain last time, he asked Fuyuan to change his clothes, but Fuyuan didn't say anything about Xie Anshuang's condition at that time, so Fuyuan must have known about these injuries a long time ago.

Therefore, these injuries can only be caused by Xie Anshuang when he was young, and maybe they are related to the Queen Mother.

Ever since I heard Xie Anshuang say that he grew up in Huguo Temple when he was a child, Xing Wenshu sent someone to spy on Huguo Temple. In the past 30 years, no prince has lived in Huguo Temple.

But when he asked the rest of the palace cryptically, most of them would say that Xie Anshuang grew up in Huguo Temple when he was young.

There must be something different in this period of time.

And it is very possible that Xie Anshuang's tolerance to poison and pain was formed during this period of time.

Xing Wenshu recalled the little Xie Anshuang he met by the lotus pond in the Royal Garden back then.

Xie Anshuang, who was only five years old at that time, was very dirty, probably escaped from the Empress Dowager Yuangui.

If he could have discovered the anomaly at that time, wouldn't his little Majesty have suffered less?

He glanced at Xie Anshuang, who was satiated, got up and returned to the desk, who really started to read, and finally calmed down his thoughts.

In any case, the past is established, and the only thing he can participate in is the future of His Majesty the Younger Majesty.

He didn't know what his little majesty had experienced in the past, and he didn't know why his little majesty wanted to make things difficult for him even though he clearly liked him.

But at least, he still has time to understand a little bit, and try to make his little majesty open his heart for him.

Looking at Xie Anshuang's concentration on reading, Xing Wenshu smiled again, and picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the table and took them away.

Then he found the bandage wound medicine prepared in the room, and said to Xie Anshuang: "Your Majesty, it's almost time to change the medicine. I will help you."

Xie Anshuang glanced at the bandage in his hand, but finally did not refuse.

Anyway, he has already seen it, so why not do it if it can save some trouble.

Seeing what he was thinking, Xing Wenshu chuckled and said, "Then your majesty should sit by the bed first, the height over there is more convenient."

Xie Anshuang didn't reply, but got up obediently, walked to the edge of the bed and prepared to undo the clothes on the right.

But when he put his hand on the corner of his clothes, his fingertips suddenly trembled.

I always feel like undressing in front of Xing Wenshu like this... It's so shameful.

In the morning, Xing Wenshu broke in halfway, and he was in a fit of anger. After bandaging, he angrily put on his clothes and put on his cloak, completely forgetting that he was sitting in front of Xing Wenshu naked.

The situation is different now, and the shame that was forgotten before has also risen a little bit.

Anyway, Xing Wenshu is also someone he likes.

Xie An glanced at Xing Wenshu casually, and saw that Xing Wenshu was preparing the wound skillfully, and asked in confusion when he saw him, "Is there anything else you want to order, Your Majesty?"

"……No."

He turned his head around again, entangled his fingertips in the corner of his clothes for a while, finally finished his mental construction, and unbuttoned the clothes little by little, the tips of his ears turned slightly red without him noticing.

When he slowly reached the last step, Xie An lowered his eyelashes, curled his fingertips slightly, and finally took off half of his clothes after a while.

The dark red material slipped off the shoulders along with the plain white underwear, revealing the bandages that had been soaked in dark red.

Xing Wenshu didn't care to pay attention to Xie Anshuang's emotions, his eyes were filled with distress immediately: "Why didn't His Majesty tell you when the wound was opened? This way it will hurt more when changing the bandage."

Xie Anshuang didn't care much: "So much pain is nothing, Gu is not as delicate as Young Master Xing."

As he spoke, he clicked his tongue again, and said with disgust: "If you want to change the medicine, you should change it quickly. It's better to do it alone if you are struggling."

Xing Wenshu finally regained his composure, arranged the bandage and medicine, sat down beside him, and began to change the bandage for him.

On the way, he accidentally discovered that Xie Anshuang's clothes outside the wound were actually seeping some blood, but because the color of the clothes was more similar to the color of blood, he couldn't see it unless he looked closely.

He remembered that almost all the clothes Xie Anshuang prepared in the palace were in this color.

Could it be that his original intention of doing this was to prevent injuries from being seen too easily during hunting?

Xing Wenshu frowned slightly, but the movements of his hands did not stop. He quickly and skillfully unwrapped the wound bandage for him. When he saw the condition of the wound, he couldn't help but take a deep breath from the bottom of his heart.

Because the location of the injury happened to be the most likely to be affected when raising his right hand, even if Xing Wenshu tried his best not to let Xie An raise his hand, it was still inevitable that it would inadvertently be involved in the crack.

If he continues hunting tomorrow, what will happen to his little Majesty?

Xing Wenshu was very distressed, but for the sake of the overall situation, Xie Anshuang had to go to the hunt tomorrow, and he had to maintain the same results as yesterday.

This is what it means to be a king.The higher you stand, the more people watching and watching you below.

He endured and endured, but he still couldn't resist reaching out and gently touching the skin near Xie Anshuang's wound.

Xie Anshuang was already a bit ashamed, when he felt the cool and itchy touch on his right arm, his body froze, and his hair exploded immediately: "Let's go, let's be presumptuous! I just asked you to bandage it, what are you doing! "

But Xing Wenshu said seriously at this time: "I feel sorry for Your Majesty."

Xie Anshuang hesitated, almost guessing the expression on Xing Wen's writing at this moment without looking back.

He clenched his hands and turned his head to respond: "Gu, Gu is very good, and I don't need your pity that has no place to rest."

"It's not pity, nor sympathy." Xing Wenshu continued to reply seriously, and traced his fingertips along his right arm to a scar on his back, "I just feel sorry for what your Majesty has to bear."

A slight numbness spread along Xie An's back along with the movements of Xing Wenshu's fingertips. He clutched the bed sheet tightly with one hand, almost thinking that he was testing his past.

He hasn't figured out how to refute it yet, but Xing Wenshu has already taken it back directly, and smiled: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

After finishing speaking, Xing Wenshu continued his bandaging action, as if the episode just now did not exist at all.

Xie Anshuang curled his fingertips, and while Xing Wenshu was concentrating on bandaging him, he raised his eyes and glanced in his direction, seeing the pain in his eyes that still didn't go away.

Being so sincere and pure, he couldn't help but want to sink deeper and deeper, and couldn't help but want to indulge himself in sinking.

but……

Why is it Xing Wenshu?

The author has something to say:

I was too busy rushing to the hotel today, and my leg cramped and hurt for a long time when I was typing.

The speed of life and death was written 2 minutes ago, and the nutrient solution and mines were moved to tomorrow, thanks mua!