Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

In the end, Xing Wenshu didn't do anything to Xie Anshuang, after all, he couldn't argue with the drunk and delirious young majesty, he just stayed with him until he was full and fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

It seems that tonight's hangover soup was boiled for nothing.

Xing Wenshu looked at the person beside him who fell into a light sleep, and gently rubbed his hair, not wanting to wake him up.

After waking up, his little majesty might turn back to that little majesty who was wrong-mouthed and refused people thousands of miles away.

A strand of hair fell quietly behind Xie An's ears, and Xing Wenshu raised his hand to gently brush it back for him, and at the same time curled up his index finger to gently stroke his face.

I don't know if he felt the cool temperature on his cheeks, but Xie Anshuang subconsciously murmured: "Well, it's cool... so comfortable..."

Instinctively, he followed the temperature of Xing Wenshu's fingertips, and after rubbing it a few times, he simply rubbed it into Xing Wenshu's arms, found a comfortable position and continued to sleep, obviously sleeping more peacefully than before.

There was a light smile in Xing Wenshu's eyes, considering that the temperature on the roof at night was still soaking cold, after a short period of letting go, he gently picked him up and took him back to the room smoothly.

I don't know if he smelled the familiar smell from him, but Xie Anshuang was very obedient the whole time, just holding Xing Wenshu's chest material lightly with one hand, looking like a cat.

His temperament is also similar to that of a kitten, he is irresponsible when he teases people.

Xing Wenshu put him on the bed, looked at his peaceful sleeping face, and rubbed his head again: "May you have a sweet dream, my little majesty."

"Well……"

Xie Anshuang subconsciously let out a sigh, but was not woken up, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

He will probably feel better when he wakes up tomorrow.

Xing Wenshu covered him with the quilt, and went to the nearest small dining room to prepare the ingredients needed for the hangover soup in advance, and happened to meet Fuyuan who was coming here halfway.

"Prime Minister Xing." Fu Yuan quickly saluted him.

Xing Wenshu nodded and asked, "Eunuch Fu has something to do with His Majesty?"

Fu Yuan replied: "It's nothing important, just in case Prime Minister Xing came to the palace for the first time, and when taking care of His Majesty, he might need to go to the old slave's place, so I came to have a look."

"Eunuch Fu has a heart." Xing Wenshu responded politely, and said, "But your majesty has already slept, so you don't have to worry about Eunuch Fu."

Fu Yuan looked a little surprised: "Why did Your Majesty rest so early today?"

As he spoke, his expression became worried again: "But what's wrong with your majesty's health?"

Seeing his concern, Xing Wenshu quickly replied: "No. Your Majesty drank too much tonight. Speaking of which, I also want to prepare some materials for making hangover soup tomorrow morning. I wonder if Eunuch Fu can help me?"

Fuyuan took a deep breath, and got another meaning from his words, and said: "Since Prime Minister Xing needs it, the old slave will naturally not shirk it. But Prime Minister Xing should not just want the old slave to help?"

Xing Wenshu replied with a smile: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from Eunuch Fu. Besides, I also have some other things about His Majesty that I want to ask Eunuch Fu. I wonder if Eunuch Fu would like to answer?"

"Prime Minister Xing, please don't worry, this old slave will know everything." Fu Yuan immediately responded with his hands clasped, and his etiquette was very thoughtful.

After getting along for a while, Xing Wenshu also got used to his temperament, accepted his courtesy calmly, and nodded his head as a compliment.

Reaching a consensus to exchange information, Xing Wenshu didn't delay any longer, and walked towards the small dining room. He only chatted about casual daily topics on the way, and finally entered the topic after going to the small dining room to confirm that there was no one around.

"Eunuch Fu, does your majesty know anything about the battlefield when he was young?"

Fuyuan thought for a moment, and replied: "If I remember correctly, there was a period of time when your Majesty was young, and he would find time to go to the study every day to look for the volumes of military books. At that time, he was probably twelve or thirteen years old. when."

"One time, this old slave saw His Majesty falling asleep on the desk in the study, and what was pressed on the desk was a volume of Art of War."

Listening to Fuyuan's description, Xing Wenshu could almost imagine that scene.

The little boy was lying on the table, pressing his immature vision, and fell into a dreamland.

He recalled Xie Anshuang's innocent smile on the roof.

Even when he was drunk, he would kiss him so frankly, but he still pretended to be happy after hearing the song.

Perhaps, His Majesty has deceived even himself into believing it.

It is absolutely impossible for such a young majesty to do such a thing as killing relatives and seizing the throne.

Seeing that Xing Wenshu was lost in thought, Xu Shi couldn't help but ask, "Prime Minister Xing suddenly asked this old slave, but what's the reason?"

Xing Wenshu looked at him and smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, Eunuch Fu, it's just that your majesty mentioned it by chance after drinking too much, and I became interested."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the side of the small dining room, ready to find ingredients for making hangover soup tomorrow.

Fuyuan came over at this moment: "It's better for the old slave to do these chores."

"Then I'll trouble Eunuch Fu." Xing Wenshu paid tribute to Fu Yuan, and continued, "Speaking of which, I still have a question to ask Eunuch Fu."

Fuyuan quickly replied: "Prime Minister Xing, but it's okay to say."

Xing Wenshu asked straight to the point: "Eunuch Fu, do you know what His Majesty was doing in the two years before His Majesty ascended the throne?"

"...Huh?" As if he didn't expect him to ask this, Fuyuan was taken aback for a moment before answering, "Two years before His Majesty ascended the throne... If I remember correctly, His Majesty often stayed with the Empress Dowager at that time. The old slave Responsible for taking care of His Majesty when His Majesty is alone, and the old slave will not be present when the Empress Dowager is present."

Queen Mother...

Xing Wenshu narrowed his eyes slightly.

After Fuyuan reminded him that the relationship between Xie Anshuang and the Queen Mother was not very good last time, he had already tried to investigate related matters, but he didn't know if it was too well concealed, and he could hardly find any clues.

Even if they asked the palace servants who were working in the palace at that time to knock sideways, they couldn't find any news.

Either there is really nothing in it, or there is a big secret hidden.

What would the empress dowager want for the woman who lived in the deep palace for a long time?

Xing Wenshu had some ideas in his mind, and asked Fuyuan again: "May I ask where Eunuch Fu worked before he was transferred to His Majesty's side?"

Fuyuan replied: "Beside His Highness the Sixth Highness. But he is just a little eunuch doing errands."

Xing Wenshu groaned slightly, and continued to ask: "Did your Majesty have any contact with His Highness the Sixth Highness when you were in office?"

"There was... right?" Fuyuan thought about it carefully for a while, but he was still a little uncertain, "At that time, His Majesty rarely appeared in the palace, and the old slave never even saw it. But I heard His Highness the Sixth Prince mentioned occasionally, It seems that the few times we meet and get along well."

Xing Wenshu wrote down what Fuyuan said in his heart, just at this time Fuyuan also found all the materials he needed.

"To trouble Eunuch Fu today." He restrained his thoughts, "It's getting late, Eunuch Fu should go back to rest earlier, I will take care of your Majesty."

"Thank you, Prime Minister Xing." Fu Yuan saluted slightly and left as he said.

Standing in the small dining room, Xing Wenshu watched Fuyuan go away a little bit, and after a long while, he moved and went to Xie Anshuang's room.

When he returned to the room, the lingering smell of alcohol in the room had been covered by the soothing fragrance, and Xie Anshuang on the bed was still sleeping peacefully.

He walked as lightly as possible and walked all the way to the bed.

The lights in the room have been turned off, only the frosty moonlight scattered in front of the bed, vaguely reflecting the sleeping faces of the people in front of me.

The sleeping Xie Anshuang was still the same as before, curling up his body, as if he felt very insecure, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

What kind of growth environment made his little majesty get used to sleeping in this position.

Xing Wenshu lowered his eyes, his thoughts were drowned by the night.

After a while, he finally made a move, bent down to cover Xie Anshuang's slightly messy quilt again, and gently rubbed his head.

"My little majesty, when will you be able to live comfortably."

The light and fluttering words dissipated in the night almost instantly, leaving only the light fragrance in the sleeves.

"Hmm... Xing Shen..." Xie Anshuang babbled unconsciously, perhaps smelling a familiar smell, and called Xing Wenshu's name in a daze.

Xing Wenshu brushed the loose strands of hair from his cheeks to the back of his head, and responded softly: "I am here. Your Majesty, please sleep peacefully."

I don't know if he was infected by the soft voice, Xie Anshuang unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, and fell into a deeper sleep under his comfort.

A good night's sleep.

On the second day at Yinshi, Xie Anshuang, who was woken up by Xing Wenshu, had a headache because he slept so peacefully last night.

"Your Majesty, let's drink some hangover soup first."

Xing Wenshu smiled helplessly and brought a bowl of hangover soup, and handed it to Xie Anshuang: "It's still warm, you should feel better after drinking it and resting."

Xie Anshuang took it without saying a word, finished it in one gulp, lay down on the bed listlessly and continued to rest for a while.

He usually can't drink badly, and he hasn't tried to drink to the point of drunkenness for a long time.

It's just that when he regained his strength, the hazy memories in his mind also rushed out.

……

Did he, last night, take the initiative to kiss Xing Wenshu! ? ?

Also said that Xing Wenshu's lips are also sweet? ? ?

Xie Anshuang: "..."

Grass.

Is it a dream...?It must be a dream, right? ?

Xie Anshuang, who was still a little uncomfortable at first, regained his energy, and a carp straightened up and sat up directly from the bed.

Xing Wenshu seemed puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty? But what's wrong?"

Only then did Xie Anshuang remember that the other party from last night was still here, coughed lightly, and asked as calmly as possible: "Gu last night... didn't you do anything strange?"

Xing Wenshu seemed to think for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, His Majesty had already fallen asleep when I got to the roof last night."

It really was a dream.

Xie Anshuang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but at this moment he heard Xing Wenshu continue to say: "Well... But there is indeed one thing."

"...!" Xie Anshuang raised his heart all of a sudden, pretending not to care too much, and looked towards Xing Wenshu.

Then he saw Xing Wenshu put one hand to his lips, and he seemed to hold back a smile and replied: "Your Majesty almost rolled off the roof with the wine jar last night. I wonder if this counts?"

Xie Anshuang: "..."

The tips of his ears were slightly red, and his voice stumbled: "You, you remember wrong! Gu didn't go to the roof last night!"

"Well, I remember now." Xing Wenshu still suppressed a smile, and followed his words, "I saw a kitten on the roof of His Majesty's house last night, and it almost fell off the roof with a jar in its arms."

Xie An's ears turned redder, and he drove Xing Wenshu out of the room in embarrassment, until he saw his figure disappear behind the door, and finally calmed down and let out a soft sigh of relief.

At least...he didn't actually kiss her.

It's better to lose face than to really tarnish Xing Wenshu.

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