Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

Xing Wenshu held the pastry in his hand, and decided to turn around and leave after a while.

Fu Yuan at the door told him how he got in and how he got out. He was a little confused at first, and asked curiously: "Prime Minister Xing, this is...?"

Xing Wenshu didn't go into details with him, but only told him: "Remember not to tell Your Majesty that I have been here today."

Fuyuan was still puzzled, but he didn't continue to investigate further, and said obediently: "This old slave understands."

Xing Wenshu nodded, didn't stay here any longer, and walked quickly to his residence, always playing back what he accidentally overheard just now in his mind.

No wonder his little majesty wanted him to hate him so much, in order to force him to usurp the throne...

The memories in his mind drifted back to his previous life unknowingly. The scene where Xie Anshuang stepped into the sea of ​​flames, he seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of Xie Anshuang's smile back then, and suddenly understood why he was able to step into the flames so calmly. sea ​​of ​​flames.

In the fifth year of Jingchun in the previous life, that is, two years later, the person who forced Xie Anshuang to burn the Chang'an Palace was precisely an official under his party, and the reason was to force the palace - to support him Xing Wenshu on the throne.

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In the previous life, Jingchun five years.

It has been two years since Xing Wenshu took the post of prime minister, but basically he has the name of prime minister and has no right to be prime minister.His daily life is to be ordered by the little emperor, or to throw some difficult cases to him, so that he can complete it in a seemingly impossible time.

As time passed, Xing Wenshu was tortured by the little emperor until he lost his temper, and he would do whatever he wanted to avoid confrontation with the little emperor.

Compared with the stupid and tyrants who had been there before, the little emperor on the left and right was relatively gentle in his methods. He didn't do anything really harmful to the world, and the people lived in peace.

In addition, Xing Wenshu's ability and talent are outstanding, and the tasks given to him by the little emperor are basically not difficult for him. In his spare time after each completion, he basically stays at his own house, composing music, or practicing brushwork and painting, leisurely. It's not like the prime minister of a country at all.

On this day, he was painting in his room as usual, and what he painted was a picture of a lotus pond in summer.

After a while, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the little emperor never revealed his birthday, only saying that it is close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he decided to do it together on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the summer lotus pond picture he drew right now is going to be given to the little emperor birthday gift.

He didn't like the little emperor very much, but the other party was honorable after all, so there was no lack of sincerity.

Xing Wenshu thought for a while, and then drew a young boy admiring the lotus by the lotus pond in the painting.

The lotus pond he painted came from the lotus pond in the imperial garden that he remembered when he was a teenager. As a prince, the little emperor may have visited the lotus pond to admire the lotus.He painted this painting in the hope that the little emperor would recall his pure heart.

Although he also knows that this is impossible.

Xing Wenshu raised the pen to take a look at the last stroke of the child's clothes, and he was generally satisfied.

Next, wait for the ink to dry completely, then you can put away the painting, and give it to the little emperor as a congratulatory gift.

Xing Wenshu smiled in satisfaction, and was about to put the pen aside, when he saw a servant rushing in in a hurry.

"Young master! It's not good... the big thing is not good!"

"What made you run in such a panic?" Xing Wenshu asked in a calm tone with his usual calm posture, "But what's the order from the little emperor in the palace?"

The little servant took a few breaths, and then quickly replied: "No, no! It's many times worse than this! Yes, it's the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, and several adults and generals. They...they are, are forcing the palace !"

"what!?"

Xing Wenshu's eyes widened suddenly, and with a flick of his pen, which was not yet steady, it rolled straight down into the painting he had just finished, smearing a large pool of ink on the child.

At this time, the boy continued to add anxiously: "They still said, they said they will support the young master to ascend the throne!"

"A bunch of idiots!"

Xing Wenshu shook his sleeves angrily. This was the first time in so many years that he could not control his emotions. He immediately said to the boy: "Prepare the horse, I am going to enter the palace now!"

"Yes!" The servant quickly responded and pulled the horse out as quickly as possible.

It stands to reason that one cannot ride a horse when entering the palace, but now that the situation is urgent, the guards in the palace seem to have been caught off guard by the forced palace, and no one even came to stop him for a while.

When Xing Wenshu saw this, he knew that the situation might be worse than he imagined.

Before that, because of the intentional or unintentional suppression of the Xing family by the little emperor and the queen mother, as well as the little emperor's stupid performance, some officials had suggested to him that they could support him as the throne, but he rejected them all.

He was made things difficult by the little emperor a lot, and spent a little more time with other officials. Although he didn't like the little emperor's behavior, it could be seen that he was not going to be overthrown, and he was very serious about being an emperor. No interest either.

Who would have thought that those officials would be so stupid that such a big matter would take their own initiative!

Xing Wenshu hurried on, hoping to catch up with the situation before it reached the most irreversible point.

But it was still a step too late.

When he arrived at the Chang'an Hall, the Chang'an Hall had been engulfed in raging flames, and Xie Anshuang, who was dressed in red, was standing in front of the Chang'an Hall, surrounded by circles, turning around as if he was about to walk into the sea of ​​flames.

"His Majesty!"

He hurriedly yelled, trying to save something.

But Xie Anshuang only looked back at him, smiled lightly and said, "Don't call me Your Majesty anymore, this world should never belong to me."

After finishing speaking, he turned around resolutely and threw himself into the sea of ​​flames.

The flames as bright as his red clothes engulfed him completely in an instant.

Xing Wenshu froze in place, not knowing how to react for a moment.It was Fuyuan's miserable "Your Majesty" that brought him back to his mind.

He watched the great eunuch named Fuyuan rush into the sea of ​​flames and was pushed out again, and immediately planned to try to rescue the little emperor.

But he was stopped.

The officials who planned to launch this forced palace stopped him firmly from the scene of the fire.

In the end, the little emperor, who had only been on the throne for five years, was killed in the sea of ​​flames, with no bones left.

The so-called country cannot live without a king, and Xing Wenshu was forced to ascend the throne under the support of those people.

However, he did not change the name of the country, and continued to use the title of Northern Dynasty.

In addition, after the fire was extinguished, he searched carefully in the Chang'an Hall, and finally only found an iron box in a bathtub full of water in the Chang'an Hall. Inside the box was the edict of abdication, which was the edict for Xie Anshuang to abdicate the throne to him.

He thought it was the edict that the officials who forced the palace had forced him to write before, just to make his usurping the throne more "justifiable".

So in the end, he didn't use that edict, but buried Xie Anshuang's clothes in the royal study and other concubines's places in the imperial mausoleum, and also set up a clothes tomb for Xie Anshuang.

The throne was usurped, so why should it be justified?

But in the end, it was irreparable, and Xing Wenshu, who sat on the dragon chair, quickly began to clean up the treacherous people in the court.During this period, he learned that Ye Zi and Yu Xie Anshuang, the number one treacherous ministers in the court before, had left the capital with their families and fled to other places on the day of the accident.

He didn't have much contact with Ye Zihe, he only knew that he acted mischievously because of Xie Anshuang's doting on him, but he also didn't do anything big and evil, so he didn't worry about it

After rectifying the court guidelines, he restarted the early court and tried his best to get everything back on track—at least it would not affect the stable life of the people.

It's just that no matter what, the licentious and incompetent little emperor has disappeared from this so-called "normal track".

More than ten days later, the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived as scheduled.

The original little emperor's birthday banquet was changed to Xing Wenshu's enthronement ceremony.

Xing Wenshu held a banquet in accordance with the procedure, and the capital was full of excitement all of a sudden.

However, as the protagonist, he was not very happy on this day. He kept smiling without much sincerity. Hearing the officials' praise, whether true or false, he vaguely understood why the little emperor hated such occasions so much.

Almost everyone acts out of their own interests, even if they sit in the most supreme position, how many people treat each other sincerely?

Xing Wenshu didn't know, and didn't bother to investigate further.He hasn't been really happy for a long time since he ascended the throne.

Is it also because of this that the little emperor embarked on a path of only seeking pleasure?

Xing Wenshu could no longer explore it.

That night, Xing Wenshu secretly left the room through the window after the servants in the palace thought he had fallen asleep, and went to the imperial garden with the painting he failed to send and a jug of wine.

All the concubines in the harem have been released by him, and the entire imperial garden is even more empty at this time, only the snow-white moonlight is still dipping on his side.

Based on his impressions, he found the place where Xie Anshuang was standing when he first met Xie Anshuang by the lotus pond in the imperial garden, lit a brazier there, and watched the flames jumping in the brazier.

After a while, he spread out the painting in his hand.

The originally painted picture of young children appreciating lotus in summer, because of surprise that day, I accidentally dropped the pen, and the children by the lotus pond were covered with large ink stains, leaving only a dark piece, which is more like a rockery , There is no shadow of a child anymore.

He looked at the painting quietly, and finally regained his movement after a long time, and gently put the painting into the brazier.

The dancing flames quickly ignited the painting and swallowed it bit by bit into the flames.

He looked at the cold and bright red flames under the moonlight, and couldn't help but recall the smile of the little emperor before he threw himself into the flames.

That was a rare, heartfelt smile for the little emperor.Ever since Xing Wenshu became prime minister—no, since he first met Xie Anshuang, he had only met that time.

He always felt that the little emperor might have other ulterior secrets in his heart, and if he had the chance to do it all over again, he really wanted to try to find out what the little emperor really thought in his heart.

It's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in this world after all.

Under the bright red firelight, Xing Wenshu showed a wry smile.

He uncovered the wine jar, took out two wine glasses, poured one glass in front of the brazier, and said in a whisper, "Your Majesty, this is your favorite wine. Every time you bring me to the Royal Study Room Chang'an When the palace arranges some missions, I always see you drinking this. This cup is regarded as a respect to you, and I wish you..."

Having said that, he paused for a while, and then continued more quietly after a while.

"Happy birthday to you, and to be a free and happy child in the next life."

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