Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

Xing Wenshu didn't seem to notice Xing Xuyi's shock of being struck by lightning, and repeated very intimately: "Your Majesty and I are in love with each other."

"No, wait, you said you and the little emperor?" Xing Xu ignored it for a long time, "It doesn't matter that you are both men, and your status is also there, that is to say... oh no, you are all men , an emperor and a prime minister, how could you...nor, no matter what you do..."

Xing Xuyi was already incoherent after speaking.

It was really shocking to see.

Xing Wenshu patted his elder brother on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's not a big deal, brother, calm down."

"You don't call this a big deal?" Xing Xuyi almost didn't know how to write the word "big deal", "You don't care if you like a male brother, but he is the emperor. What about the concubine. The so-called love of the emperor is the thinnest, but can you believe his love for each other?"

Just now, Xing Xuyi, who still thought Xie Anshuang was pitiful, immediately forgot his sympathy, and only felt that the young cabbages raised at home were being pushed by pigs.

Xing Wenshu had no choice but to explain: "Your Majesty didn't say it clearly, I found out and tested it myself. Before that, I fell in love with Your Majesty. And although Your Majesty has many concubines, the behavior of wandering around the harem on weekdays should be It’s just pretending, but it’s actually very innocent in essence.”

He didn't understand, and asked again: "Then let's say you are in love with each other, what will you do in the future? He is the emperor, and he must pass on the family line. Is it possible that you are a good man and want to compete with the concubine in the harem?"

Xing Wenshu responded with a smile: "So I won't easily pierce this layer of window paper. As long as I can stay by His Majesty's side, keep him safe and see that he can live for himself, that's enough."

Xing Xuyi still didn't understand, and was very shocked and distressed: "It's not good for you to say which girl you like, even if it's a young man, I will definitely not object, brother, why is it just the little emperor?"

"Yeah, I don't know, why is it just His Majesty?"

Xing Wenshu lowered his eyelashes slightly, with a faint smile in his eyes. He unconsciously recalled the last smile of Xie Anshuang in his previous life, and the joy in Xie Anshuang's eyes when he ate mahua for the first time at the Temple Fair in this life.

At first, he just wanted his little Majesty to show more of such a heartfelt and relaxed smile, but gradually, he wanted to ask for more.He wanted to protect the little majesty, he wanted to make up for the love and care that the little majesty had lacked in the past, and even more wanted to... keep the little majesty as his own, and not allow others to covet him.

He knew that he could only think about the last thought, so he put more emphasis on the first two.

Xing Xuyi on the side looked at his expression, finally calmed down a lot after a long while, and sighed softly: "Forget it. After all, it's your own business. But it's also very important about this matter, and I will agree with Dad Mother and Xiaoqiao, what did they say?"

Xing Wenshu recovered from his own thoughts, nodded and said: "It's okay. Even if my brother doesn't say anything, I will tell them sooner or later. I am serious about this matter, and I don't intend to hide it from you."

Xing Xuyi sighed more heavily, and decided to be alone, and let Xing Wenshu go back first.

Xing Wenshu also thoughtfully did not stay, and turned back to the tent to look for Xie Anshuang, but was told that Xie Anshuang had already returned to the palace ahead of schedule.

Xing Wenshu didn't think much about it, and returned to the palace with the specially waiting carriage, and after getting off the carriage, he was arranged with various small chores. It was not until the banquet was approaching that he had a short time to go back to the room to change clothes, and even met Xie Anshuang It's too late.

Apart from Xie Anshuang not wanting to see him on purpose, Xing Wenshu couldn't think of any other reason.

In fact, it was Xie Anshuang who was avoiding Xing Wenshu.

When Xing Wenshu said that he was going to talk to Xing Xuyi, he instinctively felt that something was wrong, and he was afraid that when he came back and met, he would really tell him that he could take the whole Xing family to play patience games with him.

Then Xie Anshuang didn't know what else he could use to wear down Xing Wenshu's patience.

Xie Anshuang was full of melancholy, she was absent-minded even at the banquet, and she was not interested in watching the singing and dancing session, she glanced around randomly, but she didn't look in the direction where Xing Wenshu was.

Then, in the process of looking around, he accidentally met Xing Xuyi's very resentful eyes, as if he had pushed away the Chinese cabbage that his family had worked so hard to grow.

Xie Anshuang: "...?"

Before he could figure out what was going on, Xing Xuyi had returned to normal, as if he saw the resentful look just now was just an illusion.

baffling.

He looked away confusedly, subconsciously looked in Xing Wenshu's direction again, and saw Xing Wenshu looking at Xing Xuyi with a helpless expression.

Although Xie Anshuang is not familiar with Xing Xuyi, he still has a certain understanding of Xing Wenshu. Seeing his appearance, his heart moved, and he immediately understood - probably Xing Wenshu really went to Xing Xuyi to discuss it, but Xing Xuyi didn't agree. He was deceived by this fatuous little emperor.

Xing Xuyi usually has a rigorous style and a cold personality, with the majesty of a general, but he is a well-known brother-sister-in-law. Whenever he mentions the younger siblings at home, he seems to be a different person. If anyone says something bad about them, his face It's so dark it can scare people to death.

Now Xie Anshuang felt relieved.Sure enough, no matter how much Xing Xuyi dotes on his younger brother, he will not allow him to mess around without bottom line, but he will still feel that he, the fatuous emperor, has been abducted.It's a major event related to the entire Xing family, how could it be so easy to bet on it all.

Xie Anshuang was relieved, his appetite was much better than before, he finished the dinner happily, and no longer avoided Xing Wenshu.

So when the dinner was over, he drank water slowly in his room, waiting for Xing Wenshu to come over to help him change his medicine.

Xing Wenshu didn't make him wait any longer. Not long after the banquet, he came with wound medicine and bandages. Seeing that Xie Anshuang seemed to be in a good mood, he said casually, "Your Majesty seems to be in a good mood."

Xie Anshuang, who was in a good mood, was also more patient than usual, and said leisurely: "When you meet something happy, you will naturally be in a good mood."

Xing Wenshu took out the medicine and bandages in his hand from the food box used for camouflage, and continued: "That's just right, I also have something to say to Your Majesty."

Xie Anshuang was holding a glass of water to drink, and asked casually, "What does Xing Aiqing want to say?"

"I have discussed it with my brother. I still have the original idea. I only want to protect your majesty's safety, and I don't care about the rest."

Xing Wenshu saw that Xie Anshuang's hand holding the teacup suddenly froze, and then added the last sentence: "My brother will also send a revised letter on this matter to my father, so even if His Majesty wants to punish our Xing family, I will not change my words and manner."

This time Xie Anshuang didn't move sluggishly, his hand trembled and almost dropped the teacup.

...Why is this different from what he thought? ? ?

What happened to Xing Xuyi's resentful eyes at the banquet?Could it be that when he sleepwalked and went to Xing's house, he really ruined the Xing's vegetable garden? ?

Oh no, does the Xing family have a vegetable garden?

Xie Anshuang, who was completely incomprehensible, had already started to wander in his thoughts. He always felt that everything was too fantastical, and he still had a faint resentment for the lack of iron.

How could the Xing family have no bottom line and let him mess around with Xing Wenshu?

Seeing his expression, Xing Wenshu on the side stepped forward very considerately and took the teacup away from his hand so that he would not be able to hold it steadily later.

Xie Anshuang also came back to his senses at this moment, secretly took a deep breath in his heart to calm down, and the good mood just now dissipated without a trace.

He looked at Xing Wenshu who put the teacup back on the table, and suddenly said: "Gu didn't expect that Mr. Xing Er is so attentive that he won't hesitate to attract your Xing family. Are you afraid that your Xing family's reputation of loyalty will be ruined in your hands?"

Xing Wenshu smiled gently: "Because I believe that His Majesty will not do this."

Xie Anshuang slightly raised his eyebrows, stood up and walked in front of him: "Xing Aiqing is willing to let your entire Xing family come to gamble?"

"Not only the minister is willing." Xing Wenshu looked directly at Xie Anshuang, "The entire Xing family is willing to bet on this possibility with His Majesty."

His tone was as gentle as usual, but with an unshakable determination.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would all praise a loyal and brave man, which would be deeply touched.

Xie Anshuang was too melancholy to move.

He doesn't need the loyalty of the Xing family, what he wants is the treasonous heart of the Xing family.

Without the bargaining chip of the Xing family, what else could he use to make Xing Wenshu hate him?Xing Wenshu doesn't hate him, so what will he end up with?

Unable to figure it out, Xie Anshuang was in a depressed mood. She didn't want to pay any attention to the loyal Xing Wenshu, and turned around to go to the inner room. She didn't want to change the medicine for the wound.

However, before he took a step, Xing Wenshu grabbed his palm: "Your Majesty, you haven't changed your medicine yet."

The hot temperature in his palm made Xie Anshuang feel even more irritable. With a wave of his hand, he said impatiently: "What medicine should I change? If I don't change it, I just need to rest."

"But... um..." Xing Wenshu behind him seemed to want to say something, but he stopped talking suddenly, and there was a voice that staggered and almost fell.

Xie Anshuang looked back subconsciously, and saw Xing Wenshu resting on the table with one hand and his forehead with the other, frowning slightly as if in distress.

... It can't be that he just waved his hand and did something to him, right?

Just as he was wondering, he remembered the warmth of Xing Wenshu's palm just now.

Speaking of it, Xing Wenshu's palms are always cold on weekdays, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to be so hot.

Could it be that you have a fever?

Xie An's heart was startled, he didn't even care that he was still arguing with Xing Wenshu a few breaths ago, he walked up to him quickly, and stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead.

As hot as his palm.

Xie Anshuang frowned lightly, and said, "When did the fever start? Why didn't you know to go to the imperial physician first?"

"Maybe I caught a cold by accident last night." Xing Wenshu smiled lightly, as if he didn't care much about his physical condition, "Let's not talk about this, let's go first... um..."

Xing Wenshu said that his voice became weaker and his complexion was very bad. He seemed to faint at any time, but he still held on to his spirit and Xing added: "Your Majesty's wound is more... important..."

Before the sound of the word "Yao" fell completely, Xing Wenshu fell forward.

"Hey! Xing..."

He happened to fall to Xie Anshuang's left hand side, Xie Anshuang quickly supported him, as if hugging a big stove.

How long did it take to burn this hot?

It’s already so uncomfortable to this point that I still want more; to show loyalty, to say that his wound is more important, really...

"It's hopelessly stupid."

Xie Anshuang cursed in a low voice, but there was some distress in his voice, and he hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

Little did they know that at this moment, Xing Wenshu, who was lying in his arms, quietly curled the corner of his lower lip.

The author has something to say:

Fever is true, fainting is false

On how deep Xing's routine is

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