Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

"...what is it?"

Seeing Xing Wenshu's sudden silence, Xie Anshuang tilted his head slightly, his drunken eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist, like a pure kitten.

Xing Wenshu tugged at the corners of his lips, replied in a low voice, "It's nothing", then hugged Xie Anshuang back into his arms, stroking the hair on the back of his head with one hand.

"I didn't think carefully this time. I will spend the holidays with His Majesty in the future, okay?"

The soft and soft voice in the ear, accompanied by the gentle movement of the back of the head, even gave Xie Anshuang the illusion that he was also favored by Xing Wenshu.

He sniffed and muttered in a low voice: "Who cares to spend time with you?"

Although he said so on his mouth, his hands hugged Xing Wenshu back actively, buried his head in Xing Wenshu's neck, and indulged in this tenderness for a short time.

Sensing the movement of the person in his arms, Xing Wenshu smiled lightly, and patiently stroked his hair until he heard the sound of breathing in his ears gradually becoming stable.

"Good night, my little majesty."

Under the moonlight, the light and fluttering voice drifted away with the wind almost instantly, leaving no trace.

Only a little soft warmth fell on Xie Anshuang's eyebrows.

……

The next morning, at Chang'an Hall.

Xie Anshuang looked at the big blue sky in front of him and listened to the gentle breathing in his ears, but he didn't realize what happened for a long time.

It's okay to sleep on the roof after waking up, but why... He was almost hugged by Xing Wenshu, and he was also covered with a thick cloak that was obviously worn in winter.

Xie Anshuang quietly moved his gaze to the side, and saw Xing Wenshu's peaceful sleeping face close at hand, accompanied by the unique fragrance and temperature of Xing Wenshu's body, completely enveloping him.

... Who can resist this.

He subconsciously wanted to hide away, but accidentally disturbed Xing Wenshu, who was sleeping lightly.

Xing Wenshu opened his eyes in a daze. He was still a little dazed when he first woke up, but when he met Xie An's eyes, he suddenly turned into a shallow smile, and his voice was still vaguely soft: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"

...Okay, so cute.

A certain tight string in Xie Anshuang's heart was almost broken by Xing Wenshu's inadvertent teasing, and it took a long while before he regained his composure, coughed lightly and returned to his usual appearance, and asked, "Don't Xing Aiqing think, should I explain something? "

"Ok?"

Xing Wenshu seemed a little confused at the beginning, but later he realized that he was still holding Xie Anshuang, and he naturally withdrew his hands and sat up, and said with a smile: "I can't blame the minister. His Majesty was drunk and refused to go back to the room last night, and the minister was worried. Your Majesty will catch cold if you sleep on the roof, so you have no choice but to resort to this strategy."

From what it sounds like, it's really not Xing Wenshu's fault.

The drink last night had a bit of stamina, Xie Anshuang basically didn't remember what he did after he was drunk, and instinctively believed his words, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

I always feel that every time I get drunk in front of Xing Wenshu, he is doing something embarrassing.

Perhaps seeing his uncomfortable mood, Xing Wenshu smiled, folded the cloaks they had put on and put them away, and said by the way: "Now that I'm awake, I'll go prepare a new hangover soup and breakfast first. Your Majesty will also go back first." Come on, the roof is still a bit cold in the morning."

After finishing speaking, Xing Wenshu saluted and then packed his things and left the roof, leaving Xie Anshuang enough time to calm down.

After he left, Xie Anshuang indeed blew the morning breeze for a long time before finally calming down and returning to Chang'an Hall, waiting for Xing Wenshu to come back.

Before that, he also heard from Fuyuan that Lian Yuan came again in the morning as before, but he was not there, and he said he would come back later.

Xie Anshuang couldn't help but be thankful that when choosing the location of the roof last night, for safety reasons, they chose the side behind the Chang'an Hall, otherwise the embarrassment would have been thrown abroad.

But he also has to sigh with emotion, the little princess of the Eastern Kingdom is really patient, after being ignored for so many days, she can still check in at least once a day as usual.

If he didn't have some brains, he might have been deceived by her.

Xie Anshuang thought for a while, and asked Fu Yuan one more question: "Did the little princess say what to do when she comes back later?"

Fu Yuan replied: "It seems that he wants to make some cakes for His Majesty himself. The old slave has told the little princess that Her Majesty always hates cakes, but the little princess seems to insist."

Xie Anshuang held the teacup with one hand and turned it around, with more thoughts in his eyes. After a while, he waved his hand and said to Fuyuan: "I understand, you go down first."

"Yes, the old slave is resigning." Fuyuan resigned respectfully, and after a while, Xie Anshuang was the only one left in Chang'an Hall.

He gently put the teacup in his hand back on the table, poured some tea into it, and quietly watched the reflection in the tea.

Judging from what he learned from Ru Nian before, even Yuan has put in a lot of effort to figure out his preferences. If her purpose is just to stay by his side as an eyeliner, why does she have to What cakes for him?

Couldn't it be that Fan Dongguo's people-pleasing skills are so strange, that if they want to show their favor to a person, they have to play tricks on him?

Xie Anshuang really couldn't figure it out.

Just at this time, Xing Wenshu came back from the outside, saw him looking confused, and asked with a smile: "What troubles have you encountered, Your Majesty?"

"Hey, Xing Aiqing came just in time." Xie An's eyes lit up.

Regarding the matter of little princess Lian Yuan, their battle lines were still on the same line. He immediately told Xing Wenshu what Cai Fuyuan said just now and his own confusion, and wanted to see if Xing Wenshu had any ideas.

However, after Xing Wenshu finished listening, he suddenly asked him: "Does Your Majesty want to eat cakes? If Your Majesty wants to eat, I can try making it for Your Majesty again."

Xie Anshuang: "...?"

Xie Anshuang: "I'm just asking you..."

Before he finished speaking, Xing Wenshu seemed to be thinking and said: "How about just the little rabbit pastry from last time? Last time I put a lot of sugar, the taste may be too sweet, this time I will try to put less. "

Well, Xie Anshuang finally understood that Xing Wenshu was deliberately changing the subject.

This was the first time Xie Anshuang met Xing Wenshu and avoided it so deliberately.

In the past, even if he encountered a question that he couldn't answer for the time being, he would speak directly, and then give a deadline or method to solve the problem.

Xie Anshuang, who couldn't figure it out at first, was even more puzzled now, so he simply ignored the matter and started to eat breakfast, and then Xing Wenshu annoyed him to go to the imperial study to review the memorial.

Because there was no Xing Wenshu's supervision in the past two days, Xie Anshuang had accumulated a large number of memorials unknowingly. Xie Anshuang could only sigh deeply in his heart and began to critique honestly.

Seeing his bitter and bitter look, Xing Wenshu smiled helplessly, and offered to propose: "Let the ministers review the daily greetings for His Majesty, and His Majesty will do the rest by himself."

"Sure!" Xie Anshuang regained his spirits, separated out most of the invitation papers within two strokes, and moved them to the other side, leaving only a few small stacks in front of him.

Those who don't know may think that he is squeezing the labor force, but Xing Wenshu can clearly see that he is really familiar with the types of officials' performances.

He smiled indulgently, and replied: "The minister will go and make some cakes for His Majesty first, and then review with His Majesty when he comes back."

Xie Anshuang, who missed most of the tasks, was in a good mood, and waved his hands casually: "Go, go."

Xing Wenshu simply saluted and resigned temporarily.

Because most of the memorials are gone, Xie Anshuang is not in a hurry to review at this time. It is rare that he casually opened a memorial and read it carefully, but found that this memorial was the one that Xing Wenshu had asked for leave before, and he inadvertently mixed in.

On weekdays, Fuyuan was responsible for arranging the memorials. Perhaps the memorials that were pressed on the corner of the desk were accidentally exposed, and Fuyuan mistakenly thought that they were submitted on the same day.

Xie Anshuang didn't pay much attention to it, and when he was about to treasure this memorial again, he suddenly noticed something wrong - the paper of this memorial seems to be thicker than other memorials.

No, it is not thicker. To be precise, it is clearly made of two sheets of paper stacked together.

Xie An's eyes showed confusion, and he tried to fiddle with it again, and found that the two pieces of paper could be easily separated, and then a note stuck inside fell out.

When he got this memorial the day before yesterday, he was almost overwhelmed by disappointment. He didn't bother to read it carefully. He never thought that Xing Wenshu was still hiding his thoughts in it.

He immediately unfolded the half-folded note, and saw the familiar handwriting at a glance, and only wrote a poem neatly——

Sending the red leaves to the pond lotus.

The inscription is a small word "Shi'an".

...?

Xie Anshuang didn't understand what it was, maybe it was a product of boredom when Xing Wen was writing the memorial?

Without thinking about it, he put the note and the memorial into a special place, and then continued to read the other memorials.

However, Xing Wenshu was not there, Xie Anshuang looked at it for a while and then lost his patience. After flipping through it twice, he temporarily put it aside, planning to watch it together when Xing Wenshu came back.

He stood up and walked to the bookshelf on the side of the imperial study room, randomly took out a book to pass the time, and waited until Xing Wenshu came back.

It's just that behind Xing Wenshu, Lian Yuan, who also carried the food box, followed.

"Lian Yuan has seen His Majesty."

Lian Yuan bowed politely, and after staying in the harem for more than ten days, the concubine's ceremony in the Central Plains was obviously much smoother and more natural than before.

Xie Anshuang raised his eyebrows lightly, and responded casually: "Excuse me. It's past breakfast time, why is the little princess looking for Gu again?"

Lian Yuan didn't answer right away, as if she was embarrassed, her hand holding the food box tightened, as if she was deliberately hiding one hand behind the food box.

Xing Wenshu glanced at her, walked up to Xie Anshuang before her, and said softly: "Your Majesty, this time I tried to make it less sweet according to your majesty's taste. Would you like to try it?"

"Xing Aiqing has a heart, so let's bring it out." Xie Anshuang immediately ignored Lian Yuan's existence, and focused on Xing Wenshu who put out the pastries.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Xing Wenshu's fingertips seemed a little red and swollen, and asked with a frown, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Xing Wenshu gave a soft "ah", retracted his hand subconsciously, and smiled apologetically: "It's nothing. It's just that I seldom do these things, so I accidentally got burned, and it's not a big deal."

"Tsk, why are you so stupid." Xie Anshuang made a disgusted look, "Fortunately, you don't need to use a knife to make pastries, otherwise you would have to cut yourself?"

Xing Wenshu obediently admitted his mistake: "I am not careful enough, I must pay attention next time. Your Majesty first try the taste this time. If something is not good, I will change it next time."

"..."

At this end, the two of them were chatting with each other, and Xie Anshuang seemed to be disgusted with it all the time, but he still ate the cakes on the plate bit by bit.

As for Xing Wenshu, who was standing by the side, he was obviously taking on the role of bodyguard, but his eyes were very gentle, tolerant of all Xie Anshuang's inappropriate words.

The atmosphere between the two actually gave Lian Yuan an inexplicable illusion that it was difficult to penetrate.

It was not until quite a while later that Xie Anshuang seemed to finally remember that there was a little princess standing next to her, and reluctantly regained her thoughts of being captured by the pastry, and asked, "So this little princess, what are you talking about here?"

Lian Yuan came back to her senses, clenched the hand holding the food box even tighter, hid her bandaged fingertips, and forced a smile: "Seeing that His Majesty is busy with government affairs, Lian Yuan originally wanted to make some cakes for His Majesty to rest. But since His Majesty has ordered others to do it, Lian Yuan will not bother.

"Lian Yuan resigns."

After finishing speaking, Lian Yuan hurriedly turned and left with the food box.

Xie Anshuang was even more confused, and after muttering "unexplainable", he left her alone and continued to eat the cakes made by Xing Wenshu himself.

Only Xing Wenshu smeared plaster on his burnt fingertips, while looking at Lian Yuan's back as if fleeing, his eyes were bottomless.

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