Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

When Xie Anshuang woke up again, it was almost past lunch time.

He yawned and sat up from the bed, his head still aching, but he didn't see Xing Wenshu in the room when he looked around.

Not here?

Xie Anshuang scratched his hair, lifted the quilt, walked to the outer room with a pair of wooden clogs, saw Fuyuan was pouring tea into a teacup, and quickly saluted after seeing him: "I have seen you, Your Majesty."

"En." Xie Anshuang responded casually, and then asked, "Why are you the only one here?"

But after asking, he suddenly realized that only Fuyuan was normal at this time.

So Xingfuyuan didn't notice anything wrong, and replied: "Prime Minister Xing is temporarily out of the palace for some matters, and the prime minister ordered the old slave to prepare a cup of warm soothing tea at any time before he returns."

While speaking, Fuyuan handed the tea in his hand to Xie Anshuang respectfully.

After Xie Anshuang took it, he didn't rush to drink, and asked, "When did you leave?"

Fuyuan replied: "Your Majesty will have an early meal and go to bed."

Xie Anshuang continued to ask: "Did you say where you went and when you will come back?"

This time Fuyuan shook his head: "Prime Minister Xing didn't explain."

Since Xing Wenshu temporarily lived in the palace, he was basically there whenever he was called, and Xie Anshuang could keep track of his itinerary at any time. This was the first time that he was missing.

Xie Anshuang took a sip of tea, drooping his eyes to suppress his thoughts.

Fuyuan changed the subject in a timely manner, and said, "Does Your Majesty need the old servant to order the imperial dining room to prepare lunch?"

Now that Xing Wenshu was away, there was no excuse to cook more palatable dishes. Xie Anshuang thought of the dishes he was used to, and said with a lack of interest, "No need, I have no appetite."

At this moment, Xing Wenshu's voice suddenly came from the door.

"Your Majesty is already unwell. Even if you have no appetite, you still need some lunch."

Xie An's eyes flickered slightly, and when he looked up, he saw Xing Wenshu standing at the door with a food box in his right hand, smiling gently: "I've met Your Majesty. Sorry, I'm late."

He carried the food box in his hand to the table, and ordered Fuyuan to call the imperial doctor from last night to prepare to change the dressing for Xie Anshuang's wound, and refilled the empty teacup in front of Xie Anshuang by the way.

One set is comprehensive enough.

Xie Anshuang was sitting beside him, and could vaguely smell the faint fragrance of his body.

... Fragrance?

Xie Anshuang tilted his head and looked at him: "Have you changed your clothes?"

Xing Wenshu's movement of serving tea was a bit sluggish, but he quickly returned to normal. He put the teacup in front of him, and replied, "Your Majesty is very careful. I accidentally soiled my clothes when I left the palace, and changed them after I came back, so I was delayed some time."

He still didn't explain his intention of leaving the palace, Xie Anshuang didn't ask any more questions when he saw this, and started eating directly after he brought out all the lunch.

The lunch this time was the herbal diet that Xing Wenshu specially requested from the imperial dining room according to his own taste. It was more appetizing, and he could basically eat it even if he had no appetite.

After Xie Anshuang had finished his lunch, the imperial doctor happened to come over and changed the medicine for him and Xing Wenshu.

After eating, Xie Anshuang changed his medicine, and Xie Anshuang, who had a headache and chest tightness, began to want to sleep again.

He yawned and stood up, but he heard Fuyuan suddenly say: "By the way, Your Majesty, just now...a lord said that he wanted to see His Majesty."

Xie Anshuang waved his hand without hesitation: "What do you see? Didn't I just say that I'm not in the mood today? Tell him to go back wherever he came from."

"But Your Majesty..." Fuyuan cast a hesitant glance at Xing Wenshu who was at the side, and continued, "The person seeking to see you is the minister of the Ministry of Industry, Mr. Gong."

Xie Anshuang stopped walking towards the inner room.

Gong Shilang, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, is the empress dowager Yuangui's nephew, and the only central figure in the empress dowager's party who is not too different in age from Xie Anshuang.Gong Shilang came to ask for an audience at this time, probably at the behest of Empress Dowager Yuangui.

Xie An's eyes darkened slightly, and after a while he still said: "Let him wait in the Imperial Study Room, Gu will go there later."

Fu Yuan hurriedly stepped back and went to give Gong Shilang an answer.

Xing Wenshu on the side frowned lightly, and said worriedly: "Your Majesty is not feeling well. Going to see the minister next to you in this state may cause trouble easily."

"Lonely..."

Xie Anshuang subconsciously wanted to refute him with the previous words, and then remembered that he fainted halfway through saying this last time. After thinking about it, he stopped talking and changed the phrase: "I have my own way, don't work hard. Second Young Master Xing is bothered."

Xing Wenshu was able to hear Xie Anshuang's emotions from the names Xie Anshuang called him, and knew that there was no room for change in this matter, so he didn't say any more, and while he was clearing up the table with one hand, he went through the information about Gong Shilang in his mind.

If he remembered correctly, Gong Shilang seemed to be the empress dowager's nephew, and he was very close to several other people who were related to the empress dowager.

There were more thoughts in Xing Wenshu's eyes, and he quickly calmed down, put everything back into the food box, and went into the inner room to find Xie Anshuang.

It happened that Xie Anshuang sat up from the bronze mirror at this time, and saw that his originally slightly pale lips were covered by light red rouge, and a tear mole under his left eye was more obvious. There was some gorgeousness that he didn't have on weekdays, which perfectly blended with his original lazy posture.

In Xing Wenshu's view, it was incompatible with his youthful temperament.

Xie Anshuang didn't notice Xing Wenshu's fleeting subtle emotions, and smiled slightly when he saw him: "It's just in time, let's prepare the sedan chair, my dear cousin is still waiting for Gu in front of the imperial study."

"Yes."

Xing Wenshu should be obedient, but after turning around, he frowned slightly, feeling more unhappiness in his heart that he hadn't even noticed.

After his observation these days, Xie Anshuang seldom used such an affectionate name for someone, even if it was just a joke, and he still received him even when he was not feeling well.

What is the relationship between his little Majesty and this Gong Shilang?

The author has something to say:

I'm short I said QWQ first

Because today is CET [-] and [-], tomorrow is the computer-based English final test, and the day after tomorrow is the oral English test, so I am really busy. QAQ

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Thanks to [A Bing] for mine mua!

Thanks to [53261834] x2, [fog when the crane returns.] for the nutrient solution mua!