Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

Xing Wenshu was taller than Xie Anshuang. Xie Anshuang was still injured, and it took a lot of effort to finally move him to the bed. Standing beside the bed, he muttered out of breath: "Isn't it just sitting on the bed all night?" , To be able to burn myself to such an extent, I'm really squeamish."

Going back to muttering, Xie Anshuang still went out to find Fuyuan to call for the imperial physician on duty in the palace.

The imperial doctor came quickly, and after the diagnosis, he only said that it was a common cold and fever, and he was sick from overwork, so he should rest more and drink some soup and medicine. Generally speaking, it is not a problem.

Xie Anshuang then let go of his mind and asked the imperial physician to decoct the medicine.The imperial physician was ordered to resign, and soon only Xie Anshuang and Xing Wenshu, who was sleeping and seriously ill, were left in the room.

Xie Anshuang walked back to the bed, looked at Xing Wenshu whose face was flushed and was clearly suffering, sighed secretly in his heart, and covered him with a quilt.

I don't know if it was the cool wind blowing up when covering the quilt that disturbed Xing Wenshu. He, who had been sleeping restlessly, frowned, and murmured in his sleep, "Your Majesty... change the medicine..."

It's so uncomfortable, and you still want to change his medicine?

Xie Anshuang couldn't tell exactly what mood he was in, and seemed to respond angrily: "Anyway, I can't die alone, sleep well, why are you thinking so much?"

Afterwards, he couldn't help muttering and added: "Even though I'm so delicate, I don't know how to take care of myself. I've never seen someone so stupid."

He spoke mercilessly, but the movements of his hands were lighter than at the beginning, trying not to disturb him as much as possible.

Xie Anshuang didn't have much experience in taking care of others, so he didn't know what else to do after covering him with the quilt, so he simply went back to the table, quietly found a book to read, and waited for the imperial doctor who was going to make medicine to come back.

It's just that decocting medicine takes a lot of time. Xie Anshuang didn't have much interest in reading at first, and felt bored after flipping through it twice. He simply spread the book and went back to the bedside to read Xing Wen's book.

Because of the high fever, Xing Wenshu was in poor condition at this time, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, but his lips were a little pale.But maybe his complexion is not very good on weekdays, so that Xie Anshuang didn't notice it at first.

Xie Anshuang is also aware that Xing Wenshu's background is worse than ordinary people's. It is said that he was born less than a month old and suffered from some diseases, which is why the Xing family loves him a lot.

After that, thanks to the great fortune of the Xing family's family, they gave him some nourishing food, and gradually brought back some of it.Not to the point of being weak, but it is still easier to get sick than ordinary people.

On weekdays, he is gentle and calm, with a straight body, which makes people unconsciously ignore the fact that his complexion is not good.Now this illness seems even more pitiful.

The last time he was forced to kneel in the snow and he didn't get sick, Xie Anshuang thought he had been raised in Jiangnan Zhongwen for two years, but he didn't expect to be so seriously ill this time.

He recalled what the imperial physician had just said about "sickness from overwork", and rubbed the space between his brows slightly.

Thinking about it carefully, since Xing Wenshu entered the palace, Xing Wenshu waited in the room every day before he got up, and only went to rest after he fell asleep. Sometimes it might be because he had no time to fall asleep overnight, so it is no wonder that he was overworked become ill.

"I've never seen someone so stupid as you."

Xie Anshuang couldn't help cursing again, but the voice was very soft, and it almost turned into a feather-like weight before it fell into Xing Wenshu's ears, making it itchy to scratch.

The angry Xie Anshuang didn't want to see Xing Wenshu's uncomfortable appearance anymore, so he went back to the table and poured himself a glass of water, poured a whole glass, but accidentally slipped his hand when putting the water glass, and the whole teacup fell with a "pop". gotta smash.

"Well……"

Xing Wenshu, who was still resting, seemed to be awakened by the sound. He opened his eyes and stood up in a daze. He saw Xie Anshuang standing beside him, and there were broken porcelain pieces on the ground at his feet.

"Your Majesty? Are you not injured?" He frowned, as if he wanted to get out of bed, but when he got up, he staggered a little because of dizziness and almost fell directly.

Xie Anshuang quickly said: "Okay, don't get up, even if you get up at this time, it will cause trouble for Gu, go back and lie down."

"Okay." Xing Wenshu responded, perhaps because of illness, his voice sounded a little soft, and there was a bit of grievance, which sounded pitiful.

Xie Anshuang casually called a servant to come in to clean it up, and just as the servant finished packing up the broken porcelain, another servant came back with a decoction.

He asked his servants to put down the decoction, then waved her down, and personally brought the decoction to Xing Wenshu: "No, the prescription prescribed by the imperial physician."

Xing Wenshu looked at the pitch-black bowl of soup with hesitation in his eyes, and said, "I... I'm not that serious, I just need to rest."

"Why?" Xie Anshuang sneered, "Is the dignified prime minister afraid of suffering?"

This time Xing Wenshu didn't answer, but took the decoction hesitantly, but he didn't seem to want to drink it.

"You will never die."

Xie Anshuang casually dropped a sentence, and went out to call for some candied fruit.

It wasn't until the servant who went to get the candied fruit came back that Xing Wenshu finally frowned and drank the decoction. The whole person looked worse than before drinking the decoction.

"It's not that I gave you poison, it made you so bitter and bitter, those who don't know think what happened to you."

Xie Anshuang muttered again, and at the same time threw the small bag of candied fruit in his hand towards him.

Xing Wenshu took the candied fruit, opened it and ate one, barely suppressing the bitter taste in his mouth, and smiled softly: "Your Majesty is kind. It's just that I drank a lot of bitter medicine when I was young, which inevitably left some shadows. Gradually, I don't like...well, I don't like such bitter things."

Xie Anshuang snorted softly, but didn't reply.

He has suffered not much less than Xing Wenshu, but for him, he is more and more tolerant, but for Xing Wenshu, he is more and more unhappy.

Perhaps that was the difference between the favored child and him.

Xie Anshuang used to envy Xing Wenshu, envied that he had such a good family, and envied that he could stand in a bright place with integrity.

But envy is envy, Xie Anshuang also knows that the world is preordained, and doesn't have too many other thoughts.

He saw that Xing Wenshu looked drowsy again after drinking the medicine, and he didn't speak. He picked up the previous book and sat at the table, looking as if he was going to read it all night.

As if knowing that he noticed that he had taken Xie Anshuang's couch at this time, Xing Wenshu frowned again: "I'm sorry, but I overstepped and took His Majesty's couch, so I will leave now."

While speaking, he was about to throw off the quilt and get out of bed, but was caught by Xie Anshuang's impatient words: "The sickness that should be passed has passed on the solitary bed. Even if you leave alone, you won't be able to sleep. You can sleep when you lie down Yes, no need to mess around."

Xing Wenshu looked worried and said: "Your Majesty is still injured, you should take a good rest. If your Majesty cannot sleep peacefully at night, I will not be able to make up for my sins."

He said it with sincerity, Xie Anshuang returned it verbatim after hearing it in his ear once, casually flipped through a page of the scroll, and replied: "At worst, I'll just go to sleep in your room alone, there is no crime."

"But Your Majesty has been assassinated before, and it's easy to sleep at night. I can't let Your Majesty alone." Xing Wenshu's eyes are full of worry, "I was very sick when I was young, and the current situation is not a serious problem. I still... ..."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Anshuang interrupted him directly: "Stop, shut up."

Xing Wenshu kept silent as he said, but still looked at Xie Anshuang worriedly.

Xu Shi was ill, his usually warm and elegant eyes like black jade seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, soaked in a little dampness, his whole temperament softened a lot, and he looked very innocent.

Seeing that Xie Anshuang couldn't bear to say another harsh word to him.

Who can stand this.

Xie Anshuang took a breath, and his tone was subconsciously soft: "Okay, no matter how I say it, I won't order a patient. Just lie down and sleep for Gu, and we'll talk about other things tomorrow."

Seeing that Xing Wenshu still had something to say, he leisurely added: "Or does Xing Aiqing think that Gu is such a cold-blooded and heartless person?"

Now Xing Wenshu really didn't insist anymore, and obediently lay back in bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing that he was finally at peace, Xie Anshuang let out a sigh of relief, and continued flipping through the books at the table to read casually.

Looking at it, I couldn't help turning my eyes to the bed.

Xie Anshuang would never see Xing Wenshu asleep, let alone lying on the bed so quietly.

He endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, stood up and walked to the side of the bed, looking at Xing Wenshu who was not sleeping peacefully.

I don't know if it was because of feeling uncomfortable, even Xing Wenshu, who was already asleep, still frowned.

Xie Anshuang recalled that the last time he had a fever, Xing Wenshu seemed to have covered his forehead with a wet towel, and the cool feeling made him much more comfortable at that time.

Maybe give it a try?

He found a handkerchief on his body, but the servants might notice what he was trying to do, so he simply poured some water from the kettle to soak the handkerchief, wrung it dry and put it on Xing Wenshu's forehead.

"His Majesty……"

I don't know if Xing Wenshu, who was in a light sleep, was startled by the slight coolness. He opened his eyes dimly, but his consciousness was not very clear.

Xie Anshuang was nervous for a while, until he confirmed that he hadn't really woken up, then secretly heaved a sigh of relief, sat at the end of the bed and looked at him.

It has to be said that Xing Wenshu, who has become a little soft due to illness and weakness, makes him softer than his usual gentleness and calmness.Fortunately, his body was taken care of by the Xing family back then, otherwise, if he suffered from a long-term illness and was so weak every day, he might not be willing to deliberately make things difficult for him, even if it wasn't sincere.

He sighed from the bottom of his heart, leaning against the post at the end of the bed, unconsciously feeling sleepy, yawned and wanted to close his eyes and take a nap.

But maybe it was because he was tired from hunting all day, and not long after closing his eyes, Xie Anshuang just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Without the familiar soothing incense, Xie Anshuang was still a little uneasy when he fell asleep for the first time, leaning against the end of the bed and shrinking as much as possible, trying to find the least existential posture.

Until later, there seemed to be a familiar light fragrance around his side, which was very faint and inexplicably reassuring to him.

"Xing Wenshu..."

He unconsciously stretched out his hand to grab Xing Wenshu's clothes, and babbled, his uneasy emotions seemed to be calmed down a lot.

In a haze, he seemed to feel something lightly touching his forehead through the cloth, the movement was so gentle that he felt it should be some kind of illusion.

Xie Anshuang was already too sleepy to keep his eyes open, and after that gentle delusion, he fell into a deeper sleep, with a corner of the clothing material that could make him feel at ease all the time loosely clutched in his hand.

A rare night's sleep.

……

The next day, as soon as Xie Anshuang woke up, he stared blankly at the familiar but not completely familiar top of the bed.

How did he remember that last night he leaned against the end of the bed and took a nap with his eyes closed, why did he lie down on the bed as soon as he opened his eyes?And slept at the end of the bed, and changed the quilt?

Dazed, Xie An wanted to get up, only then did he realize that there was someone beside him—it was Xing Wenshu who was sitting at the end of the bed with his eyes closed.

Xing Wenshu didn't know when he tied a square scarf to cover his mouth and nose, and fell asleep leaning against the bedpost. He was still wearing a coat that couldn't fall off, and his cheeks were obviously redder than last night.

Xie Anshuang woke up immediately, got up in a panic and went to check the temperature on his forehead.I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but I always feel hotter than last night.

At this time, Xing Wenshu also slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were always full of confusion. When he saw Xie Anshuang, he smiled lightly: "Your Majesty..."

His voice was much weaker than last night, and I don't know if it was burnt out.

Xie Anshuang was heartbroken and anxious, and couldn't help but said, "You're still laughing! Are you stupid? You're so burnt that you can't just lie down and rest! Give me the bed! It's really burnt out!" What to do here! It’s just a game of patience, why put yourself on the line!”

"...games?" Xing Wenshu, who was sick, seemed to have a reduced ability to think. He didn't understand what he meant. good..."

While speaking, he pulled out a gentle smile and continued: "I always feel that Your Majesty has a lot of little secrets, and life is very tiring. I... I only want Your Majesty... to be able to live freely... "

The light "unrestrained" is like a thin needle, piercing straight into the bottom of Xie Anshuang's heart, causing sharp pain.

He took a breath tremblingly, put aside other thoughts, dragged Xing Wenshu back to the bed and lay down, then went to someone to call for the imperial physician, and he was relieved until the imperial physician came to make a diagnosis and said that the condition did not worsen too seriously, and waved his hand to let the imperial physician go down to decoct the medicine.

The imperial physician resigned at the sound, and Xie Anshuang finally walked back to the bed when the door was closed, looking at Xing Wenshu who was in a bad condition on the bed, with complicated thoughts in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Xing Wenshu's love for him was so much heavier than he thought. Would he really want to personally break up his kindness bit by bit like before?

But as long as he sits on this dragon chair for a day, how can he talk about being free?

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In the next chapter, our Prime Minister will know what His Majesty really thinks.

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Thanks to [碓冰kun] x2, [Qianzi Anying], and [Xu Yanyao] for mine mua!

Thanks [38551205] x2 for the nutrient solution mua!