Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

Xie Anshuang looked at the face close at hand, and his body stiffened involuntarily.

The warm breath is intertwined in the narrow gap, the calming incense on Xie Anshuang's body, and the light fragrance on Xing Wenshu's body, the two flavors seem to be lingeringly intertwined.

too, too close...

Xie Anshuang subconsciously wanted to hide back, but was held tightly in Xing Wenshu's arms, and if he wanted to escape, he had to make more noise.

And with their current posture, no matter how you look at it, he rolled into Xing Wenshu's arms on his own initiative, and Xing Wenshu unconsciously hugged him.

...It's terrible.

Xie Anshuang simply chose to give up on himself, and continued to lie in Xing Wenshu's arms, watching his peaceful sleeping face.

In the previous similar situations, not long after he woke up, Xing Wenshu was awakened after only a little movement.Today Xing Wenshu seems to be still in a deep sleep. He moved Xing Wenshu a few times before and there is no tendency to open his eyes.

He raised his eyes slightly, and used his own eyes to describe Xing Wenshu's appearance.From the curled eyelashes all the way down, slipped over the nose, and landed on the bright red lips.

It looks like a very friendly one.

Such a thought flashed across Xie Anshuang's mind, and he quickly dismissed it by himself. With reddish ear tips, he looked away, turned over inadvertently, and woke up Xing Wenshu with a lot of noise.

Xing Wenshu woke up dimly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xie Anshuang who was facing him sideways, his cheeks and ears seemed a little red.

"Your Majesty?" He said in a daze, with a soft nasal voice in his voice, "Why is your Majesty's face and ears so red, but you have caught a cold?"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand, as if wanting to feel the temperature between Xie An's forehead.

It's just that the two are still very close at this moment, and his action is more like wanting to embrace Xie Anshuang into his arms again.

Xie Anshuang dodged subconsciously and sat up abruptly, responding uncomfortably: "I, I have nothing to do, I get up first, if you want to sleep, then go to sleep."

As he said that, he sat up straight, as if he was trying to escape from something, and he couldn't find the cuffs several times because of panic when putting on his clothes.

At this time, he heard a gentle chuckle from behind him, and then Xing Wenshu got up and walked behind him, gently took the clothes from his hands, and gently put them on for him.

"Your Majesty's clothes are more cumbersome than ordinary people's. Don't be in a hurry when wearing them. If you are in a hurry, you will easily make mistakes. If you don't wear the right clothes when you go out, you will easily make jokes."

Xing Wenshu reminded in a gentle voice as he moved, his fingertips lingered in front of Xie An's body, grasping the right sense of distance, neither would the fabric pull because of being too far away when dressing, nor would it appear to be out of bounds.

But it was as if Xie Anshuang had completely given the initiative. As long as he got closer, he could touch Xing Wenshu's cool fingertips.

After all, Xie Anshuang still couldn't bear to retreat, and stood there stiffly waiting for Xing Wenshu to help him put on his clothes, then quickly packed himself, escaped from the Chang'an Hall, and walked directly to the Imperial Study Room on foot.

He was afraid that if he stayed a little longer, it would be really bad if Xing Wenshu noticed something.

And Xing Wenshu, who was still dressing by himself in Chang'an Palace, looked at his fleeing figure with a little smile in his eyes, but he just went out and told Fuyuan, who was about to follow, to take good care of Xie Anshuang, and he would send breakfast there later.

On the other side, after walking more than half the distance, Xie Anshuang managed to calm down, exhaled a long breath, and his stomach belatedly let out a "cuckoo" twice.

Fu Yuan, who was following behind him, took advantage of the situation and said, "Prime Minister Xing said that breakfast will be sent to the Imperial Study Room later, and His Majesty will just wait in the Imperial Study Room."

"Well, I know."

Xie Anshuang made up his mind, as expected, Xing Wenshu was the most reliable at any time.

He returned to his usual mood, and he didn't sit for a long time when he walked to the imperial study, when Fuyuan came in from the door carrying a food box.

"So fast?" Xie Anshuang was a little surprised, but thinking about it, it should be because he walked slowly on the way to the imperial study, asked Fuyuan to put down the food box, and asked casually, "Where is Xing Wenshu? Why didn't he come?"

Fu Yuan replied: "Your Majesty, the old slave is not very clear...Maybe Prime Minister Xing has something else suddenly, this is sent by the eunuch in the imperial dining room sent by Prime Minister Xing."

When Xie Anshuang heard this, he roughly guessed that his position as prime minister had added a lot of work to him, and he had to deal with it temporarily.

Without thinking about it, he asked Fuyuan to put down the food box, waved him to go down first, and opened the food box by himself.

It's just that what's in the food box is not breakfast, but bunny-shaped pastries.

Which game is this playing again?

Xie An's eyes were filled with confusion. He didn't remember that Xing Wenshu had the habit of eating cakes for breakfast. Could it be that he was afraid that he would get tired of eating them and wanted to change his taste?

He still didn't think much, took out the pastry from the food box and put it on the table, and took a closer look at it.

He didn't look at it carefully when Xing Wenshu made this kind of dessert for him a few times before, but now this dish looks quite delicate, maybe he has made a lot of it and is more skilled.

Xie Anshuang arranged the cakes, and ordered his servants to make a pot of tea, poured out a cup and put it aside for later use.

——After all, Xing Wenshu's pastry is good at everything, but it's easy to lose control of the sweetness. Sometimes it tastes good, but the next time it becomes sweet again by accident.

After the tea had cooled slightly, Xie Anshuang finally picked up a little rabbit, and just after eating half of it, he heard an anxious movement from the door.

"His Majesty!"

Xing Wenshu pushed open the door of the imperial study room, his pupils shrank when he saw the things in Xie An's hands, and rushed to his side immediately.

Seeing his anxious appearance, Xie Anshuang was still a little confused: "What's wrong?"

But after he finished asking, he suddenly came to his senses, looked at the little rabbit that was only half left in his hand, and asked, "Could it be that you didn't make this pastry?"

Xing Wenshu shook his head: "No. I was preparing breakfast for His Majesty in the imperial dining room, but suddenly found someone locked the door of the imperial dining room. I suspected that the little princess was trying to harm you."

Speaking of which, he frowned again, and said worriedly: "Your Majesty, too, how can you eat food brought by others at this time."

Xie Anshuang was slightly aggrieved, and softly defended himself: "Because Fuyuan said that you asked the eunuch to send it, Gu thought it was Xing Aiqing who was busy with other things."

"I will never let anyone handle matters related to your majesty's safety, not even Eunuch Fu." Xing Wenshu responded firmly, "Even if it is a big matter, it is not as important to me as your majesty's safety."

Xie Anshuang didn't expect him to answer so seriously, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer, so he simply changed the topic back, and said in a nonchalant way: "Anyway, it's okay even if it's poisonous, and I'm not afraid of being alone..."

Before he finished speaking, Xing Wenshu interrupted him in a low voice: "But Your Majesty will feel uncomfortable."

"..." Xie Anshuang froze, raised his eyes inadvertently, and met the faint distress in Xing Wenshu's eyes.

Xing Wenshu didn't seem to notice his gaze, and continued: "I don't want to see Your Majesty feel uncomfortable. Besides, Your Majesty accepted sweets with great difficulty. I don't want sweets and poison to be linked again with Your Majesty."

Xie Anshuang had also told Ru Nian, Ruhuai and Ye Zihe that he was not afraid of poison before, because he was indifferent to this matter, they had no choice but to tell him to be careful.

It was the first time he had heard that someone had instead focused on how bad he would be.

Speaking of which, the last time he was poisoned in front of Xing Wenshu was also the first time he was taken care of during the uncomfortable period.

Xie Anshuang lowered his eyelashes, quickly put away his other expressions, and said while standing up, "It's just uncomfortable for a while, Gu is not such a delicate person, at worst, go back to Chang'an Palace and sleep again..."

Before he finished speaking, a very strong burning sensation suddenly rose in his heart, as if his heart was suddenly poured into hot fire, which made him unable to stand still for a while, and he grabbed the cloth on his chest with one hand and went straight forward fell down.

"His Majesty!"

Xing Wenshu immediately caught him firmly, but when he accidentally touched the back of his hands, he took a breath of cool air - the temperature on the backs of Xie An's hands was frighteningly hot!

Moreover, his face was obviously normal as before, and he didn't look like he had a fever at all.

"Your Majesty! How are you? What's wrong with you?"

Xing Wenshu asked repeatedly anxiously, but Xie Anshuang couldn't answer him at all. He bit his lips tightly and frowned, as if he was enduring great pain.

Even if it was the last time he suffered from poisoning, Xie Anshuang would not have behaved like this.

Xing Wenshu took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, immediately called Fuyuan, and told him to find the most strict-mouthed imperial physician, and try not to be known by anyone.

Seeing that Xie Anshuang's condition was very bad, Fuyuan immediately responded and left the imperial study to find the imperial physician.

And all of this, Xie Anshuang has no sense at all.

A strong burning sensation quickly spread from the heart to all parts of the body, as if someone had pushed him into a raging fire and let the flames erode his skin.

It was as real as if he had been burned by a fire.

……

... No, it seems that he was indeed surrounded by a big fire, and it was he who walked into the burning flames on his own initiative.

When is it coming?

Xie Anshuang opened his eyes in intense pain, and seemed to see only large patches of bright red in front of him in a trance.

... It was fire, a big fire in the Chang'an Palace, a fire that he ignited in the Chang'an Palace on his own initiative after being forced into the palace.

Outside the raging fire, there seemed to be someone shouting "Welcome the new emperor to the throne" again and again.

By the way, it was Xing Wenshu who finally rebelled.In order for Xing Wenshu to ascend the throne smoothly, he took the initiative to choose ***.

Does he really want to die?

He doesn't want to, he wants to live well, well and freely more than anyone else.

But he had no choice.

Xie Anshuang looked at the corners of his clothes and skin that had been engulfed by the flames bit by bit, the tip of his nose suddenly became sour, and warm liquid gushed out of his eyes.

It's been almost five years since he ascended the throne, and this is the first time he couldn't help crying, and it was still crying silently under the burning fire.

He had been waiting for this day for nearly five years, but when it came to an end, he realized that he couldn't be happy at all.

In this life, he has never been loved by anyone.

If there really is an afterlife in this world, he really wants to know what it feels like to be cherished by others.

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