Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

Xie Anshuang vaguely felt that he had misunderstood what Xing Wenshu was saying, but before he had time to think about it, Xing Wenshu had already stopped what he was doing, and said softly, "Okay. Your Majesty, remember to rest until your hair is completely dry."

"Oh." He responded casually, and continued to flip through the documents on his desk.

Xing Wenshu didn't stop him, he went to the small bookshelf on the other side to browse through the books, and gave his desk to Xie Anshuang with confidence.

Xie Anshuang also took a look at it unceremoniously, and basically grasped the movements of the court ministers from him.

Compared with the memorial to Zhihu Zheye, the documents exchanged between North Korean and Chinese officials and Xing Wenshu have more substantive content.

Moreover, Xing Wenshu specially divided these documents into categories, and arranged them according to priority from bottom to top. Among the two stacks of documents, the left side is for other matters, and the right side is dedicated to matters related to the masked man.Moreover, there are very detailed annotations on almost every volume of documents, and it can be seen that a lot of time has been spent.

But recently, Xing Wenshu has always been arranged by Xie Anshuang for all kinds of miscellaneous things, and he is always going back and forth between the bookstore, the dungeon and his side. Where did he get so much time?

Xie Anshuang threw a document full of annotations back on the table, and said casually: "It seems that Gu doesn't have much work for Xing Aiqing on weekdays, and I still have time to write so many annotations on these red tape documents." .”

Xing Wenshu was flipping through a history book, and when he heard the words, he looked back and smiled: "These annotations were all written when I was in the chariot and horses. If I really want to say it, it is indeed the idle time that Your Majesty said."

Among the carriages and horses, that is what he wrote on the sedan chair when he went to and from the dungeon and palace on weekdays.

Xie Anshuang glanced at the neat and orderly handwriting on the document, secretly dumbfounded, and finally decided not to stay on this self-defeating topic, got up and walked around his room a few times.

This residence in the palace was specially arranged by Xie Anshuang for Xing Wenshu before. He remembered the original appearance very clearly, but this time when he visited again, he found that there were a lot of decorations here.

Presumably, Xing Wenshu guessed that he would stay here for a long time, so he specially redecorated the room.

In addition to the small bookshelf in the outer room, there are many new paintings and calligraphy beside the desk, and the most conspicuous one is the painting of young children appreciating lotuses by Xing Wen in the Yanliu Building.

He still remembered that Xing Wenshu said that this was drawn by Xing Wenshu imagining his appearance when he was young.

At that time he refuted Xing Wenshu's rhetoric, but in fact, thinking about it now, most of his memories related to Xing Wenshu when he was young are inseparable from that pool of lotus leaves.

However, he did indeed appreciate one of the books.Appreciating the lotus and playing on the bank of the lotus pond, this kind of picture may be more suitable for his prince and brother.

Xie Anshuang recalled that Xing Wenshu was a member of the former princeling party, and a few gloomy eyes flashed in his eyes.

I almost forgot that Xing Wenshu treats him so well because he treats him like his prince and brother.

His elder brother, the prince, was the son of another noble concubine with status in the palace. Since Empress Yuangui had never had a son, the eldest prince became the crown prince.

The eldest prince is very talented, riding and archery and Jingshi Ziji are all ranked first among the princes, so he was a bit naughty when he was young, and he didn't do well all day long.

Later, Emperor Renchu ​​considered that the prince should have the character of a prince, so he asked the eldest prince to get along with Xing Wenshu, the most outstanding child of the family, for a while.

It didn't take long for the first prince to wake up, and he worked hard to learn how to govern the country, and his temperament gradually became calm and reliable.

Xie Anshuang still remembered that at the next banquet, Emperor Renchu ​​specially praised Xing Wenshu for this. Xing Wenshu, who was only ten years old at that time, said that His Royal Highness is just young and playful, and his heart is not bad, so he just needs some patience.

What Xing Wenshu lacked most was patience.

Xie An glanced sideways at Xing Wenshu who was still standing in front of the bookshelf flipping through the books.

He will patiently try to talk to a dirty five-year-old child, he will calmly tolerate the little prince's bad nature of being active and playful, and naturally he is willing to try to bring back the foolish king who has gone astray.

Xing Wenshu has a lot of patience, but that's all.

How could he forget it.

He got deeper and deeper under Xing Wenshu's tolerance, and he might just be one of countless patient attempts in Xing Wenshu's life.

Xie Anshuang suddenly felt lucky and sad.

But maybe that's the best outcome.

He withdrew his gaze from Xing Wenshu and continued to wander around the room.

It was not until his hair was dry that he was finally allowed to go to bed and sleep.

"There is no soothing incense in my room, but I will always stay in the room to watch over your majesty, so your majesty can sleep peacefully."

Xing Wenshu lit a candle lamp in the inner room, and the long and warm yellow soon fainted in the bedroom.

After a boring walk all night, Xie Anshuang, who was still sick, was already too sleepy. He didn't listen carefully to what he said, and yawned, he climbed into bed, and fell asleep as soon as he wrapped himself in the blanket.

Xing Wenshu smiled helplessly, put the candle lamp in front of the table, went to the outer room to get some unfinished documents, and sat at the table to read them carefully.

Xie Anshuang turned his back to Xing Wenshu's direction, listening to the occasional sound of paper rubbing behind him, he fell into a sleep unconsciously.

I don't know if it's because of Xing Wenshu's presence that he really felt at ease. Even without the Anshenxiang this time, Xie Anshuang didn't have the recurring nightmares before, and slept soundly.

On the way, he unconsciously turned over to face Xing Wenshu, opened his eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw that Xing Wenshu seemed to be still sitting in front of the desk writing something.

Speaking of which, he slept on Xing Wenshu's couch, where did Xing Wenshu sleep?

A question popped up in Xie Anshuang's mind, but his mind was not functioning in the half-dream state, and he closed his eyes drowsily not long after the question popped up.

But at this moment, he vaguely felt a slight sound coming from the other side of the table, and the sound of gentle footsteps gradually approaching, followed by a very light, very light voice with a smile.

"You're still sick, why don't you cover yourself with the quilt properly?"

After the soft words fell, Xie Anshuang soon felt a bit of coolness again, followed by the warmth of the bedding and the light fragrance enveloping it.

It was the smell of Xing Wenshu on the quilt.

Xie Anshuang subconsciously moved closer to Xing Wenshu's direction, with soothing brows and eyes, as if sleeping peacefully.

Xing Wenshu saw Xie Anshuang's peaceful sleeping face clearly by candlelight, raised his hand to test his forehead, and confirmed that his fever did not recur, then retracted his hand reassuringly, with a smile in his dark eyes.

"Good night, my little majesty."

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At Maozheng the next day, the sky will be bright.

Xie Anshuang, who had slept comfortably, opened his eyes and felt that his overall condition was much better than yesterday.

He stretched and got up, and before he had time to get out of bed, he saw Xing Wenshu walking in from the outer room.

"Your Majesty is awake?" Xing Wenshu smiled at him, and put the warm water in his hand on the table, "It just happened that I just ordered the palace staff to prepare some hot water, and breakfast should be ready soon. Your Majesty will eat after washing up stop."

Xie Anshuang thought of the bland dinner last night, and the good mood of waking up naturally dissipated immediately, and she lay back in the quilt decisively: "Sleep alone, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

Seeing his appearance, Xing Wenshu couldn't help chuckling, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, this breakfast is a medicinal diet suitable for Your Majesty at this time, and it will have the sweet and fresh fragrance of herbs."

Without saying a word, Xie Anshuang lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and the movements should be more flexible.

Then it wasn't until Xie Anshuang was about to finish washing that Xing Wenshu completed the second half of the sentence: "It's just that compared to the previous medicinal diet, this time the breakfast will also be lighter."

Xie Anshuang: "..."

"Your Majesty is already up, and I don't think you will mind at least finishing your breakfast first."

Xing Wenshu looked at him with a smile, sure that it was impossible for him to go back to bed at this time.

Xie Anshuang understood that Xing Wenshu was not only patient, but also black-hearted.

Looking pure and harmless, she has a lot of scheming.

But at least in this way, he doesn't have to worry about whether Xing Wenshu will suffer because of being too soft-hearted in the future.

After comforting himself from another angle, Xie Anshuang's mood finally recovered, and he reluctantly finished his breakfast, which was more than a little bit of talking.

Xie Anshuang, who didn't want to go back to the Chang'an Palace and the Imperial Study Room, continued to stay in his room after drinking the medicine, and asked Xing Wenshu for another candy, just stayed and watched him work.

No matter how calm Xing Wenshu is usually, he can't write any more when he stares at him so directly.

He looked up at Xie Anshuang helplessly, and asked, "Is there anything your majesty needs from me?"

Xie Anshuang rested his chin on one hand, and replied as if it was a matter of course: "It's nothing, I'm just curious about how Xing Aiqing works on weekdays. You do your own thing, look after Gu's, and don't bother you."

This speaks with the heart of a child.

Xing Wenshu thought for a while, and went to the bookshelf to get an extra pair of pens, ink, paper and inkstone, put it in front of Xie Anshuang and said, "Since your majesty is idle, why not take advantage of this time to practice calligraphy. Your Majesty needs it every day. When you write by yourself, the beautiful handwriting is beneficial to His Majesty."

When it came to writing, Xie Anshuang looked confident and said, "Gu is not good at painting, but when it comes to writing, Xing Aiqing should not underestimate Gu."

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and neatly wrote the word "Xing Shen" on the rice paper.

He didn't have the opportunity to study calligraphy specifically, and there is no way to tell the rules between the strokes, but the advantage is that the strokes are horizontal and vertical, neat and tidy, and it is still very pleasing to the eye at a glance.

Especially the two characters "Xing Shen" are the two characters that Xie Anshuang has written the most and is most familiar with over the years, and the strokes are smooth and natural.

Xing Wenshu didn't expect that he would directly write down his name as a display, and when he looked carefully, he could vaguely see a sense of familiarity from these two words.

... He seems to have seen the style of writing between Xie An's double handwriting?

He looked at the name on the paper, and after thinking for a moment, he remembered that he met a child in the Imperial Garden a long time ago. The child followed his strokes carefully and wrote the word "Xing Shen", which was very similar to this style of writing. prototype.

Xing Wenshu suddenly raised his head to look at Xie Anshuang, and asked curiously: "Your Majesty, have I met you a long time ago?"

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Just to remind you, the update for tomorrow (Wednesday) has been postponed until [-] o'clock tomorrow night mua

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Thanks to [Xu Yanjiao] for the mine mua~