Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

In the end, Xie Anshuang and Xing Wenshu did not reach a consensus on the ultimate destination of the masked thief.

Xing Wenshu wanted to take the opportunity to remind Xie Anshuang to pay attention to safety, but Xie Anshuang was sure that it was the Empress Dowager Yuangui's threatening temptation to Xing Wenshu.

But neither of them showed their thoughts, and temporarily put this question aside.

Xing Wenshu continued: "The thief failed to succeed today, so he will definitely take precautions in the future, and maybe change his target. It may not be easy to track down his tracks tomorrow."

Xie Anshuang also nodded in agreement.

The thief is very good at martial arts, and he is not a simple character.

The Empress Dowager Yuangui has always used all means to achieve her goals, and Xie Anshuang could not let her know that she was out of her control. If she wanted to minimize the damage, she still needed to find out the true identity of the thief as soon as possible.

Maybe they can also take this opportunity to get the handle to restrain the Empress Dowager Yuangui.

Xie Anshuang was lost in thought, and suddenly noticed someone approaching beside him, subconsciously touched the hidden weapon hidden in his waist, and assumed an offensive posture.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not going to sneak attack you." Xing Wenshu raised his hands to show harmlessness, then pointed to his right hand, "I just want to see your hands."

Xie Anshuang did not relax his vigilance, looked at his right hand out of the corner of his eye, and saw that his fingertips, which had been wiped with Qianxiao poison just now, had turned blue, which could hardly be concealed even by the darkness of night.

He reluctantly put down the hidden weapon in his hand, and his calm expression became fierce again: "It has nothing to do with you. Since you have finished what you want to say, then I will leave."

After finishing speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and moved away through the leaf gaps and branches with his lightness kung fu.

Xing Wenshu gradually restrained the smile on his face, looking at his leaving back, thoughtful.

……

At the beginning of Yin, in the palace.

Xie Anshuang went to Qiwu Hall to change out of his night clothes, and after tossing around for a while, he finally returned to Chang'an Hall tired.

"Your Majesty, here is the hot water you ordered."

Fuyuan came in with a basin of hot water and put it in front of Xie Anshuang.

Xie Anshuang closed his eyes and opened his eyes slowly, responded with a nasal voice coldly and asked Fuyuan to go down first.

Soon Xie Anshuang was left alone in the huge Chang'an Hall, and the scent of Anshenxiang was lingering.

He raised his right hand to look at his fingertips, which were already turning purple, and took out a small knife from his waist, and cut his fingertips expressionlessly, letting the blood that had already been stained black drop by drop into the warm water.

He was given a lot of poison by the Empress Dowager Yuangui since he was a child, and Qianxiao poison was given the poison and antidote countless times, and he had already developed resistance to these poisons.

Similarly, he also developed resistance to many antidotes.

Poisoning has long been a trivial matter for him, as long as he drains the blood of the poisoned part, or endures the uncomfortable period of poisoning after the toxicity is reduced, nothing will happen.

After making up the knife twice, Xie Anshuang watched the blood dripping in front of his eyes turn bright red, and finally put away the knife again.

He asked Lai Fuyuan to pour out the warm water, Fuyuan kept his eyes on the whole time, he seemed to be used to doing these things, but before he left he asked hesitantly: "Does your Majesty need this old servant to find some bandages and medicine?"

"No need." Xie An waved his hands, "Go down."

Fuyuan opened his mouth, and in the end there was only an obedient "yes".

Xie An watched him leave the Chang'an Palace with both eyes, and didn't think about treating the wound on his fingertips by himself. He got up and went back to the inner room, looking at the three throwing knives that were placed on the table.

He had already cleaned up the venom on the flying knives in the secret room of the Qiwu Palace just now, and without the venom, these flying knives were similar to those that can be bought in ordinary blacksmith shops, without any useful clues.

He stepped forward to pick up the three throwing knives and sat on the edge of the bed.

Although the Empress Dowager Yuangui also had the right to use Qianxiao Poison, it was impossible for her to obtain so much easily.

In the past, when the Empress Dowager Yuangui forced him to take Qianxiao Poison, he was cautiously measured in drops, but in order to extract a certain concentration of Qianxiao Poison and smear it on the three flying knives, at least a dozen bottles would be needed.

It is not easy to refine Qianxiao Poison, where did Empress Dowager Yuangui get so much Qianxiao Poison?

If she just wanted to test Xing Wenshu, why did she spend so much trouble?

Xie Anshuang looked at the flying knife flashing coldly under the light, and his heart sank a little.

After a while, he carefully put away the flying knife, poured more tranquilizing incense into the incense burner on the side, and returned to the bed to rest temporarily.

Sleep well.

... It seems that it is not very safe.

Feeling some strange sensations from his fingertips, Xie Anshuang opened his eyes in a haze, and saw a figure in front of him.

The tranquilizing incense hadn't burned out yet, and his reaction became slower than usual, and he woke up vigilantly after a while, and was about to pull his hand out, but was restrained by a gentle force.

"Your Majesty, don't move, the wound has not been bandaged yet."

...It was the voice of Xing Wenshu.

Xie Anshuang instinctively put down his guard. Seeing Xing Wenshu half-kneeling beside his bed to bandage him, he seemed to have seen some magical sight: "I didn't expect the pampered Second Young Master Xing to bandage his wound?"

"Your Majesty was joking." Xing Wenshu kept moving his hands, "I have traveled with my brother before, and I have learned how to deal with wounds."

"Your Majesty, why did you not deal with such a deep wound? If the minister accidentally saw it, wouldn't your Majesty just let it go?"

Xie Anshuang lazily replied: "This has nothing to do with Xing Aiqing."

At this time, Xing Wenshu bandaged his fingertips and said, "It's still early, when you first arrive at Mao, will your majesty want to rest for a while?"

"It turns out that Xing Aiqing knew it was still early." Xie Anshuang yawned lazily, "You are really considerate."

As he spoke, he sat up from the bed, his clothes hanging loosely on his body.

Xing Wenshu looked away: "The minister will leave first."

Seeing his reaction, Xie Anshuang said leisurely: "What's the hurry, it's just right, come over and change Gu's clothes—you should know this too, right?"

Xing Wenshu responded "Yes" as he said, and went to the side shelf to fetch Xie Anshuang's clothes.

Xie Anshuang stood up from the bed, walked slowly to the side, and asked Xing Wenshu to dress him.

Xu was trying to change clothes for others for the first time, and Xing Wenshu's movements were a bit unfamiliar. He touched Xie Anshuang's wrists and the side of his neck several times on the way, and even inadvertently touched his waist and abdomen many times when he was fastening his belt.

Xie Anshuang saw him half-kneeling in front of her and straightened his belt without looking sideways, smiled slightly, bent over to his ear and said slowly: "Does Xing Aiqing want to change Gu's clothes, or do you want to take advantage of this opportunity?"

The warm breath fell on the ears, slightly itchy.

Xing Wenshu's expression didn't change much, he just said helplessly: "I'm not proficient in business yet, try harder next time."

As if he thought his reaction was boring, Xie Anshuang snorted softly, straightened up and went to the table on the other side, ready to put on the crown by himself.

Xing Wenshu proposed again at this time: "Come on, minister."

Xie Anshuang looked at him suspiciously.

Xing Wenshu smiled and explained: "Yesterday, when the Concubine Xian was wearing the crown for His Majesty, I learned a little bit."

Xie Anshuang recalled Xing Wenshu's serious and focused gaze after Ru Nian finished wearing the crown for him.

After thinking for a while, he accepted Xing Wenshu's proposal, and only added: "If Xing Aiqing can't satisfy Gu this time, Gu will punish you well."

In the last sentence, he elongated the consonant a little bit, making it more ambiguous.

Xing Wenshu didn't seem to notice it, and obediently answered "Yes", and went forward to pick up a comb to comb Xie Anshuang's hair.

His movements are very gentle, and his technique also seems a little rusty, but he is also quite decent.

Xie Anshuang looked at Xing Wenshu's concentrated face in the bronze mirror, because he was a little preoccupied with this gentle technique.

"All right."

After an unknown amount of time, a soft voice behind him brought Xie Anshuang back to his thoughts.

He looked at the neatly worn hair crown in the bronze mirror, raised his eyebrows lightly: "Xing Aiqing's learning ability is not bad."

Xing Wenshu nodded humbly: "Your Majesty just doesn't dislike it."

"Gu will naturally not despise Aiqing." Xie Anshuang met Xing Wenshu's eyes in the bronze mirror, "Gu hopes to tie Aiqing into the harem and serve Gu day and night."

Xing Wenshu responded with a slight smile: "Your Majesty was joking. The minister is just a man, and he can't compare to the demeanor of the ladies in the palace."

Xie Anshuang propped his chin up with one hand, and said interestingly: "How does Xing Aiqing know that men don't have the unique demeanor of men?"

Xing Wenshu continued to respond: "If this is the case, I hope that my demeanor can be discovered by His Majesty in the court—for example, in the early court."

When this topic was mentioned, the smile in Xie An's eyes obviously faded a lot, and after a while he snorted softly: "Master Xing is really boring, no wonder he doesn't like girls."

"Compared with pleasing women, I hope to please His Majesty more." Xing Wenshu always smiled, not wavering by any words of Xie Anshuang.

Xie Anshuang snorted softly: "Master Xing's flattery skills are much better than your father and brother's."

Xing Wenshu just cupped his hands and responded: "Your Majesty is joking."

Xie Anshuang felt bored, stopped listening to Xing Wenshu's disappointing answer, got up and went to the outer room and called Fuyuan to prepare the sedan chair, saying that he was going out of the palace.

Xing Wenshu came out and heard it, and asked suspiciously: "Your Majesty is leaving the palace at this time?"

"What?" Xie Anshuang glanced at him, "Master Xing is in charge of heaven and earth, and when Gu will leave the palace?"

Xing Wenshu replied earnestly: "It's still early at this time, and there has been a lot of noise about the masked thief recently. It's hard to guarantee whether the thief is still waiting for an opportunity. It's too dangerous for Your Majesty to leave the palace at this time."

Xie Anshuang didn't care: "Isn't Master Xing still here? Master Xing has been on the battlefield and died, so he must not be afraid of a mere thief here."

Xing Wenshu still didn't quite agree: "Your Majesty, I think it's better to be careful. Although I can protect your majesty's safety, it's hard to guarantee whether the thief has other means. If you don't prevent it for a while, it's no small matter to hurt your majesty. Your majesty You are the Son of Heaven, so you should pay attention..."

Seeing that Xing Wenshu was going to make a long speech again, Xie Anshuang couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Okay, okay, stop."

Then he turned his head to look at Fuyuan again, and told him to prepare breakfast, and then leave the palace after breakfast.

Only then did Xing Wenshu seem satisfied, and stood aside with his obedient appearance restored.

Xie Anshuang always felt that if he let Xing Wenshu be his personal bodyguard, he was doing something wrong for himself.

But this is also the best way he can use to protect Xing Wenshu.

Xie An lowered his eyes and collected his thoughts, used it briefly after breakfast was served, and was finally allowed to leave the palace at Chenshi.

...Suddenly felt that he, the supreme emperor, had really failed.

He sat on the sedan chair in a not-so-good mood, with unhappiness written all over his face.

Xing Wenshu smiled helplessly, and handed him the wine that had just been warmed in his hand: "I'm just thinking about your majesty's safety. If something happens to your majesty, it's no small matter."

"Okay, shut up."

Xie Anshuang took the wine glass and took a sip. He still felt that ice wine tasted better than warm wine. After a while, he put the wine glass back on the table and turned to look at the scenery outside.

Chenshi is the time when the morning market in the capital used to be prosperous, and there are usually many people coming and going, but today it seems a little deserted.

It should also be influenced by the masked thief.

Xie Anshuang looked around, and finally got out of the sedan chair near the morning market.

He went out of the palace this time mainly for fun, it was considered a private visit in micro-service, and the sedan chair he used was also used by ordinary aristocratic families, so it would not attract too much attention.

After getting off the sedan chair, Xie Anshuang wanted to go directly to the market, but was stopped by Xing Wenshu who was behind him: "Young master, please wait a moment. It's cold in the morning, you should wear an extra cloak to avoid catching cold."

Xie Anshuang glanced at the thick cloak in his hand: "I am not as delicate as you, I don't need it."

Then he turned and left without waiting for Xing Wenshu to speak again.

Xing Wenshu had no choice but to keep up with the cloak, in case Xie Anshuang would feel cold after walking around for a long time.

Although the morning market today is not as lively as it used to be, there are not too few people there, and there are still many vendors hawking around.

Xie Anshuang seemed to be wandering around the market aimlessly. Occasionally, when he saw something, he would directly call Xing Wenshu to buy it, and then let Xing Wenshu hold it. Most of the things he bought were useless things.

Xing Wenshu worked hard, honestly paid and carried things, and within a short while his hands were almost full of all kinds of things.

Xie Anshuang didn't seem to notice his situation, and continued to stroll down with great interest. He stopped when he passed a rouge shop, turned his head and wanted to call Xing Wenshu to go in together, and saw that Xing Wenshu seemed to be looking at the opposite shop in a daze.

He glanced over there and found that it was a pastry shop, which seemed to be selling freshly baked pastries.

Xie Anshuang asked smoothly, "Do you like pastries?"

Xing Wenshu came back to his senses and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, my subordinate was distracted. I really like sweets on weekdays, so I pay more attention."

It happened that Xie Anshuang was in a good mood at this moment, and said generously: "For the sake of helping me carry my things today, I will allow you to buy a copy."

Xing Wenshu was also unceremonious: "Thank you, son. Do you need an extra copy for your subordinates?"

"No need." The smile on Xie An's face seemed to be restrained, "I hate pastries."