Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

After returning to the imperial study room, the unlucky imperial doctor who was brought over hurriedly arrived with a medicine box, solemnly bandaged Xing Wenshu's fingertips, and then went back to the imperial hospital inexplicably.

Xie Anshuang was not in a good mood at the moment, glanced at Xing Wenshu's wrapped fingertips, without saying a word, grabbed the pen on the desk and began to review the memorial.

He deftly ignored the memorabilia exhorting him not to indulge in pleasure, and accurately selected the memorabilia submitted by two or three of the officials.

After two years, he can be considered to have figured out the minds of those old fritters. If there is nothing to do, he writes an exhortation book and pretends to be concerned about the country and the people. In fact, it should be those few who insist on going to Beijing The official of the current situation of the court.

Xie Anshuang picked out the booklet of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and sure enough, he saw the new movement of the masked thief in it.

Just last night, that masked thief attacked the former Emperor Guanglu's doctor again.It's just that the masked thief didn't seem to expect Doctor Guanglu to be able to use martial arts, and he underestimated the enemy for a while and failed to succeed. However, Doctor Guanglu couldn't catch up, and finally let the masked thief escape.

At the end of the memorial, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials also attached Doctor Guanglu's description of the masked thief—wearing night clothes, showing two eyes, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin.

... It is really better to listen to what you have to say.

But at least this also shows that the masked thieves were indeed still in action last night, and there were no new injuries.

Xie Anshuang focused his attention, circled Doctor Guanglu's name with a cinnabar pen, and then——

Draw a bastard.

"...What is His Majesty doing?"

Xing Wenshu, who brought warm wine to Xie Anshuang, happened to see this scene, and asked him with a smile.

Xie Anshuang replied bluntly: "Draw a bastard. You're not allowed to draw a bastard alone and return it to him?"

Xing Wenshu handed the wine to his side, couldn't help but chuckled, and said, "It's as long as His Majesty is happy."

Only then was Xie Anshuang satisfied, took a few sips of warm wine, and continued to draw his little bastard.

After Xiao Wangba finished drawing, Xie Anshuang looked at the other two memorials he had picked out, and the content was basically the same.

He drew little bastards one by one, and then began to scribble a "read" reply on the other books that Rory Basuo advised him.

It's just that there are so many of these papers, coupled with the fact that he was drunk, Xie Anshuang yawned three or four times before approving them, making him drowsy.

In the end, he couldn't hold it anymore, and the cinnabar pen in his hand fell to the table with a bang.

Xing Wenshu, who was standing a little ahead, turned around when he heard the sound, and saw Xie Anshuang lying on the desk and fell asleep again.

It can be seen that I am really tired.

Xing Wenshu approached cautiously, trying to put away the wine glass on the other side, lest Xie Anshuang accidentally knock it over.

While picking up the wine glass, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the memorials where Xie Anshuang had painted Xiao Wangba before, and noticed that Xiao Wangba on the three memorials seemed to circle the name of the late Emperor Guanglu.

And Xiaobai's head was pointing to the east - that was the direction where Doctor Guanglu was attacked yesterday.

Xing Wenshu looked at Xie Anshuang's peaceful sleeping face, with more thoughts in his eyes.

Just now, did His Majesty really just want to "draw a bastard and return it to him"?

Xing Wenshu was still thinking, and seeing Xie Anshuang shrank restlessly, he seemed to feel a little cold.

He glanced around, but couldn't find anything to cover, and the small blanket in the early morning had already been put away.

It seemed that he was sent to the side room at that time?

Xing Wenshu took the wine glass and put it back in the side room, searched around by the way, and found the blanket in a small cabinet in the side room.He took the blanket and returned to the imperial study. Xie Anshuang seemed to have fallen asleep, and his breathing became steady.

Xing Wenshu walked around Xie Anshuang's back lightly, and slowly covered him with the blanket in his hand.

However, the moment the blanket touched Xie Anshuang, he opened his eyes again in an instant, suddenly pulled out a throwing knife from his sleeve, and pressed it against Xing Wenshu's neck.

Xing Wenshu seemed to have expected this a long time ago. He suppressed the instinct of resistance between flashes and flints, his back hit the cold wall, and a severe chill came from his neck.

The warm breath was intertwined between the nostrils of the two people who were very close together, and there was a faint smell of wine.

Xie Anshuang saw the face of the person in front of him clearly before making any further movements, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Gu seems to have warned you not to approach Gu when he is resting."

Xing Wenshu maintained a docile posture and replied: "But I can't let His Majesty just sleep like this, you will catch a cold."

"Gu's body will be weighed by Gu Zi, so there is no need for Mr. Xing to worry about it."

Xie Anshuang lowered his voice to warn, a pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with coldness, and a slight mole of tears was looming under his eyes.

Xing Wenshu felt the body temperature coming from in front of him, and his expression remained unchanged: "Your Majesty drinks ice wine and clogs in winter, please forgive me for not being able to trust Your Majesty to take care of your body."

Xie Anshuang said coldly, "I don't need your needless concern."

Xing Wenshu responded neither humble nor overbearing: "But I also have the choice whether to care about His Majesty's rights, whether or not His Majesty accepts it."

"My Majesty... eh?"

Just when the two were at a stalemate, Fuyuan pushed the door in and bumped into this scene, and didn't know how to react for a while.

Xie Anshuang glanced sideways at Fuyuan, and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Fu Yuan quickly replied: "Shangshu of the Ministry of Officials, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment and several other adults are asking to see you."

"Let them in."

Xie Anshuang finally let go of the restraint on Xing Wenshu, and after ordering Fuyuan, he continued to say to Xing Wenshu: "Since Mr. Xing likes to radiate so much care that has no place to rest, then go outside and kneel for an hour and a half."

This time Xing Wenshu didn't refute anymore, he cupped his hands and said: "I obey the order."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out, just in time to run into several officials who came in head-on.

Xing Wenshu greeted them with a natural attitude, walked out of the imperial study without haste, and knelt down straight to Xie Anshuang in front of the imperial study.

Xie Anshuang felt depressed again, walked to the front of the chair and sat down, and smashed the throwing knife in his hand on the small table in front of him with a "slap".

"If you have something to say, it's okay to go away."

The officials below looked at each other and reported what they wanted to say this time.

In summary, it is similar to what was written in the previous memorial to the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, except that there are a few more words asking for more thorough investigation.

Xie Anshuang looked tired of hearing it, propped his forehead with one hand, and only lifted his eyelids to take a look when everything was quiet.

"All done?"

No one dared to answer.

Xie Anshuang snorted coldly: "Get out after you finish talking."

"But..." One official seemed to be struggling to add something.

Xie Anshuang glanced coldly: "Or do you want to kneel with Prime Minister Xing for half an hour?"

Now, no officials dared to speak anymore, and they resigned and left together.

Xie An watched the officials go out with both eyes, and finally let out a long sigh of relief after they all left.

Fuyuan, who came in from outside the house, asked worriedly: "Your Majesty, do you want this old servant to pour you a cup of tea?"

Xie An waved his hands and asked, "No need. How is Xing Wenshu doing now?"

Fuyuan dutifully replied: "Shang is kneeling in the snow."

"Why did you kneel in the snow?" Xie Anshuang frowned, "Didn't you tell him that it's okay to be under the corridor?"

Fu Yuan said helplessly: "The old slave tried to persuade, but Lord Xing said... If he suffers in exchange for His Majesty taking care of the dragon's body, he is willing to suffer."

Xie Anshuang was momentarily at a loss for words.

It's just... hopelessly stupid.

Fuyuan tentatively asked: "Do I need to persuade the old slave again?"

Xie Anshuang recalled the scene when they confronted each other just now, and rubbed the center of his brows wearily: "... Forget it, I will definitely not listen to persuasion. I will drive back to Chang'an Hall alone, and you will stay here to take care of it. If it snows Get an umbrella for him, and call the imperial doctor as soon as possible if something happens."

Speaking of this, he thought for a while, and then said: "By the way, let the imperial dining room use the best ingredients to make a ginger tea to dispel the cold. When the time comes, you can take him back to his residence in the palace and give him the ginger tea."

Fuyuan responded one by one: "The old slave obeys the order."

Xie Anshuang worriedly warned again: "Don't reveal that these things are ordered alone, otherwise you will know the consequences."

He used a threatening tone, but Fuyuan didn't have much fear, just sighed softly in his heart, and respectfully complied.

All the things that should be said have been said, Xie Anshuang no longer stays in the imperial study room, and after the palace staff prepares the sedan chair, he walks out of the imperial study room and prepares to leave.

On the way out, he didn't look at Xing Wenshu who was kneeling in the snow, as if he ignored him, until he got on the sedan chair and finally couldn't help but look at his straight back.

The snow-white figure almost merged with the snow all over the ground.

Xie Anshuang recalled Fuyuan's report, feeling both distressed and bored.

Xie Anshuang was fully prepared to face Xing Wenshu's alienation, disgust, and even hatred from the time when someone recommended Xing Wenshu to come back to be the prime minister.

But Xing Wenshu showed his sincerity again and again, and tolerated his difficulties time and time again.

How could he have the heart to continue bullying.

Xie Anshuang put down the curtain as if giving up on himself, forced himself not to look at it, and followed the sedan chair back to Chang'an Hall.

……

Half an hour later, in front of the imperial study.

Fuyuan pinched a little to remind Xing Wenshu that time is enough, and stepped forward to help him up.

Xing Wenshu got up with his strength, moved his stiff body a little, and thanked Fuyuan gently.

Fu Yuan waved his hands again and again, and sent him to the residence arranged for him in the palace according to Xie Anshuang's previous instructions, and then gave him ginger tea in a warmer.

"Master Xing has been kneeling in the snow for so long, drink some ginger tea to warm up your body, it should still be hot."

"Thank you, Eunuch Fu." Xing Wenshu took a cup of ginger tea that Fu Yuan poured out for him, and it tasted warm and sweet, only mixed with a sporadic smell of ginger, warming the body without being spicy.

He glanced at the thermal insulation device, and asked casually, "Did this be ordered by His Majesty?"

Fu Yuan quickly smiled and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Lord Xing, this is what the old slave made to make room for the imperial dining room."

"Huh?" Xing Wenshu was slightly confused, but soon smiled knowingly, "Eunuch Fu has a heart."

Fuyuan still just waved his hands, and after a few words of concern about his physical condition, he left.

Xing Wenshu watched Fuyuan disappear behind the door, and then turned his gaze back to the warmer on the table.

The utensils are very delicately made, at first glance it may be similar to those used by aristocratic families, but if you look closely, you will find that the patterns on the utensils are dragon patterns.

Good ginger tea, utensils with dragon patterns.

Even the imperial eunuch, how could he have the courage to use such a combination.

There were a few faint smiles in Xing Wenshu's eyes.

It seems that their little majesty still has a knife mouth and a bean curd heart.

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The author has something to say:

Xie An double os: I'm so broken, why doesn't Xing Wenshu hate me?

Xing Wenshu os: Your Majesty is really kind-hearted.

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