Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

Xing Wenshu could naturally hear Xie Anshuang's disgust, and sighed regretfully, "I will work harder next time."

Xie Anshuang: "...I just hope that there will be no next time."

Xing Wenshu deserved it quickly this time: "I obey the order."

Xie Anshuang: "..."

He suddenly wondered whether Xing Wenshu did it on purpose.

But before he could think about it, Xing Wenshu had already changed the subject.

"I heard from Eunuch Fu that His Majesty will go to the harem after staying in the imperial study for a period of time. Where is Your Majesty going now?"

Xie Anshuang snorted softly, propped his chin up with one hand, and resumed his usual lazy posture: "Fuyuan and Xing Aiqing explained carefully."

Xing Wenshu responded respectfully: "Eunuch Fu just hopes that I will not slow down your Majesty's schedule."

Xie Anshuang was noncommittal, got up and put on a pair of clogs, and walked slowly towards the side room, Xing Wenshu consciously followed behind him.

The side room of the imperial study was a small room specially opened by Xie Anshuang last year, but there was no bed in it, only a set of tables, chairs and dressing table.

He sat down in front of the dressing table, looked at his own appearance in the bronze mirror, and casually called Xing Wenshu over: "Xing Aiqing, come and comb Gu's hair."

Xing Wenshu, who was always obedient, rarely showed some embarrassment.

Seeing this, Xie An raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that Xing Aiqing doesn't even know this?"

Xing Wenshu thought for a moment, then walked in his direction, and said after deliberation: "Chen... let's try."

Then when Xing Wenshu tried to wear Xie Anshuang's hair crown, he made Xie Anshuang's neat hair look like a chicken coop.

Xie Anshuang: "..."

He looked at his messy hair in the mirror and the hair crown that he didn't wear securely at all, and for the first time, his impression of Xing Wenshu's Bai Yueguang was a little broken.

He seemed to be laughed angrily and said, "Xing Aiqing's hands are really clever."

Xing Wen replied apologetically in writing: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I don't have the habit of wearing crowns on weekdays, and the maids do it for important occasions."

"..."

Xie Anshuang was speechless for a while, looking at Xing Wenshu's expression of sincere apology in the bronze mirror, he sneered after a while: "It really is the pampered second son."

After speaking, he stopped looking at Xing Wenshu's expression, and raised his hand to take off the hair crown himself.

Just at this moment, a woman's chuckle came from the door.

"Who is so bold to make His Majesty's hair so messy?"

Xie Anshuang turned his head to look, and saw a woman in a pink dress standing at the door, covering her lips and smiling.

He put down his hand with a soft snort, and called the woman over: "Since Concubine Xian Ai is here, why don't you hurry up and comb Gu's hair. Gu doesn't want to go out with a chicken coop made by a nobleman."

His tone was full of mockery, he showed no mercy to Xing Wenshu, and waved Xing Wenshu to sit aside and not get in the way.

Xing Wenshu's expression on the side didn't change much, he nodded to Concubine Xian, followed Xie Anshuang's words and sat down at the side table.

Concubine Xian seemed a little surprised by his salutation, and after a while, Shi Shiran returned a salute, walked behind Xie Anshuang, and dexterously and skillfully replaced Xie Anshuang's hair crown.

Xie Anshuang has not yet reached the age of the crown, but as the emperor of the Northern Dynasty, complicated decorations are also part of his daily life.

Although this part won't stay on him for long, it will be messed up and thrown off.

He watched his messy hair being rearranged in the bronze mirror, and finally nodded with satisfaction. When he was about to get up, he accidentally saw the appearance of Xing Wenshu reflected in the bronze mirror.

——Very focused and serious.

Xie An curled up his fingertips slightly, propped his chin up with one hand for a while, looked at Xing Wenshu in the mirror, and smiled slightly: "Why, is Xing Aiqing fascinated by watching alone?"

Xing Wenshu seemed to be brought back to his thoughts by his voice, and said sincerely: "Your Majesty faces the wind like a jade tree, and his face is like a crown of jade. It really makes me unable to look away. Please forgive me for overstepping."

Xie Anshuang didn't expect him to answer like this, and only after a while did he say "flattery".

Xing Wenshu didn't refute, but just looked at him with a gentle smile.

Xie Anshuang's heart felt a little depressed for no reason, he turned his eyes away from him, and called the servants who came with Concubine Xian, and asked them to prepare sedan chairs to go to Concubine Xian's palace.

I was used to him going from the imperial study to the harem during this time period, the servants prepared very quickly, and soon someone came to report that the preparation was completed.

Xie Anshuang went out arm in arm with Concubine Xian, and Xing Wenshu followed behind them.

Xing Wenshu, who followed Xie Anshuang as a bodyguard, was not qualified to get on the sedan chair and could only walk in front of the sedan chair.

Sitting on the sedan chair, Xie Anshuang couldn't help but open the curtain on the side of the window to look forward, and could vaguely see Xing Wenshu's straight back.

"Your Majesty seems to be very concerned about that Prime Minister Xing?"

Concubine Xian's voice sounded from one side, Xie Anshuang came back to his senses, lowered the curtain with lowered eyes, and said vaguely: "After all, he just came back to Beijing, Gu doesn't know much about him, so you should pay more attention."

Concubine Xian sitting on the other side looked puzzled, but she didn't ask any more questions.

Concubine Xian's real name is Ru Nian, Ru Huai's younger sister, and Xie Anshuang's uncle.

She was not from the capital city, and she had some private matters to deal with when she returned to the capital. She learned from Ru Huai that Xie Anshuang needed a concubine who could accompany him in every scene, so she cooperated with Xie Anshuang.

Xie Anshuang guaranteed her food, clothing, housing, transportation and safety, and she accompanied Xie Anshuang in acting, so she would not interfere too much with Xie Anshuang's personal affairs.

Seeing that he was unwilling to reveal more, Ru Nian quickly changed the subject and asked, "What did your Majesty gain from the spying in the capital last night?"

Xie Anshuang shook his head: "The masked thief didn't move at all last night, and Gu also went to look around the place where the five people were killed, but there was no clue."

After leaving Xing Wenshu's courtyard last night, Xie Anshuang was not in a hurry to return to the palace, and had been walking around the southeast of the capital for several hours, until Yinshi had nothing to gain before finally being willing to go back.

But judging from the time when the masked thief committed the crime before, he would pick people to start every day.

Either he just missed the thief, or the thief changed the area again.

Either way, it was not the result Xie Anshuang wanted to see.

He rubbed his temples, looking tired.

Although he rushed back to the imperial study and took a nap for a while, the exhaustion from traveling all night did not dissipate much.Every time he went to the harem during this time period, he mainly used the name of "prostitution during the day" to find a place where he would not be disturbed and sleep.

He let out a breath, and said: "However, I suspect that this thief should be related to a certain minister in the court."

Ru Nian asked curiously, "Why did Your Majesty say that?"

"Gu went to investigate the background of the five victims yesterday afternoon."

Xie Anshuang took out a crumpled piece of paper from his bosom, on which were written the names of the five people who were stabbed by the masked thieves, beside the names were some simple small marks, the handwriting was so scrawled that only he could understand it .

Pointing to the names of three of them circled in black handwriting, he continued: "These three are ordinary people who were seriously injured. They are ordinary friends that the prince knew in the past."

Then he turned to the names circled in red handwriting: "The fathers of these two people were officials in the court, and they supported the crown prince before."

"It is unlikely that ordinary people will understand the prince and hate the princelings, so it should be done by the people in the court."

After listening to his analysis, Ru Nian frowned and said, "But the prince was the first among the several princes to die of a sudden illness. It has been four or five years now. Why do you still target the power of the former princeling?"

Xie Anshuang shook his head and said, "He didn't want to target the former princelings, but just wanted to use the power of the former princelings to confuse people's attention. His ultimate goal must still be to take his life."

"There are not a few people in the court who want to take their lives alone."

"... Sigh." Ru Nian sighed, "It's not easy for you either."

Xie An said calmly, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

After all, he was the most unfavored and insignificant among the late emperor's many princes in the beginning.But since the prince died suddenly five years ago, the rest of the princes and the prince in the capital all died one after another due to various accidents.

When the last emperor passed away, he was the only one still qualified to inherit the throne.

How ridiculous it is that the little prince, who originally only lived in the shadows and darkness, ascended the throne and became the supreme owner of power.

It is also because of this that everyone would think that the strange death of the prince and prince before was all done by him.

Xie Anshuang has long been accustomed to bear contempt, disgust, malice and even hatred from almost everyone.

But there was one person who looked at him with such gentle and sincere eyes.

Xie Anshuang lifted the curtain and looked at the snow-white standing figure in front of him.

He knocked his head against the window of the sedan chair, and he didn't know how long he had been staring at it in a daze, until the vision in front of him suddenly became white and hazy.

Snowing.

A snowflake fell on the window of the sedan chair, leaving a cloud of water stains.

At this time, the sedan chair was about to arrive at Concubine Xian's palace, and when Xie Anshuang was about to look away, Xing Wenshu, who was walking in front, suddenly turned his head and met his gaze.

Xing Wenshu didn't seem to expect that his eyes would meet, he was stunned for a moment, then showed him a gentle smile, stopped and saluted slightly, and then suddenly walked forward quickly.

Xie Anshuang hadn't recovered from the gaze, but saw him gradually disappearing from his field of vision, and after a while, two things appeared in his arms.

—It’s two umbrellas.

Xing Wenshu handed one of them to a court lady, and opened the one in his hand when Xie An got off the sedan chair, blocking the snowflakes that were about to fall on him in time, and at the same time reached out to him.

"Your Majesty, please get off the sedan chair."

Xie Anshuang looked at the smile on his face, lightly pursed his lips, put his hands on his cold palm, and stepped on the ground smoothly with his support.

Xing Wenshu also distanced himself from him while he stood firm, standing in the gradually growing snowflakes, letting the broken snow soak his hair and the corners of his clothes, leaving Xie Anshuang the space under the umbrella that would not be disturbed by the snowflakes.

The place where you get off the sedan chair is not far from the meeting place of Qiwu Hall, and you can walk to the corridor under the corridor only a dozen steps away.

Xie Anshuang glanced at Xing Wenshu's hand holding the umbrella, and saw that Xing Wenshu's hand was red from the cold.

He looked back calmly, raised his hand to wipe Xing Wenshu's cold knuckles, and slowly grasped the handle of the umbrella.

Then he Shi Shiran took a step closer, with a smile that was not a smile: "Xing Aiqing is so caring, it's a pity not to enter the harem."

Due to his sudden approach, the umbrella that originally only covered his head shifted slightly in the direction of Xing Wenshu, covering the two of them in the small space under the umbrella at the same time.

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