Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

The soft and gentle voice fell into his ears, but Xie Anshuang woke up from the drunken state as if a bucket of cold water had been poured into his head.

"what did you just say?"

He stared at Xing Wenshu with wide eyes, his voice trembling slightly, as if he had been frightened by something.

Xing Wenshu looked at Xie Anshuang who was almost huddled in his arms, and lowered his eyelashes slightly, covering the thoughts in his eyes.

"I said, I like Your Majesty."

The frank confession fell in the dead silence of the imperial study room, as if it was so light that it would dissipate if it was wrapped in the wind, and it seemed as heavy as a boulder pressing down on Xie Anshuang's heart.

The ice-cold wine surged up his body. At this moment, he suddenly couldn't tell whether this was reality or a dream, and he instinctively wanted to choose to escape.

But a cool palm tightly held his hand holding the candy, not giving him any chance to evade.

"I know Your Majesty doesn't want to believe it, but this is reality, not just an illusory dream after Your Majesty got drunk."

Xing Wenshu gently and indifferently shattered Xie Anshuang's last fantasy.

He knew that this was definitely not the best time to confess to Xie Anshuang, but if he didn't talk about it, he couldn't guarantee what Xie Anshuang would do to his body.

Last night, that is, the night when Xie Anshuang knocked down the incense burner, he failed to notice the movement in the room because he was talking about Xie Anshuang's childhood with Ru Huai who sneaked into the palace.

It was only from Ruhuai that he learned of Yuan Gui's abuse of Xie Anshuang, and learned that Xie Anshuang lived as a puppet at that time. He was severely criticized but believed in Yuan Gui's words until the Fourth Prince's Mansion was engulfed in fire. , and then began to try to break the puppet thread that Yuangui tied in his flesh and blood.

Such a state of mind is by no means normal.

At that time, Xing Wenshu suddenly understood why Xie Anshuang in his previous life wanted to burn down the Chang'an Palace, and died together with the Chang'an Palace in the sea of ​​flames.

——He is atoning for the "sins" he has borne.

Until the moment before he died, Yuan Gui's restraint on him was still firmly fixed in his bloody body.

For Xie Anshuang, the only meaning of living is to die, to die for "redemption".

He would live, with heavy and cold shackles and a bruised body, just alive.

Because of Yuan Gui's control over him, he has developed a pathological paranoia in this aspect. If he is indifferent to the end, perhaps death is his best relief.

But he was emotional.

【"There is always one side of human reason and emotion, but if one side is overwhelmed, it will collapse sooner or later."】

Ru Huai's emotional words still echoed in Xing Wenshu's mind.

He looked down at Xie Anshuang who was still in a daze with wide-eyed eyes, guided Xie Anshuang to open his palm again with his fingertips, and then met his palm, clasped his fingers together, and put a small candy on the two of them. between palms.

Maybe it was packed in a hurry, the candy wrappers were messy, and there were sharp corners all around. Under Xing Wenshu's gentle force, they fell into the palm of the hand slightly, and it felt prickly, but it didn't hurt.

Xie Anshuang hadn't recovered from Xing Wenshu's confession, and sat in the same place in a daze, raising his head blankly.

His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and his lips were still moist and cold with wine, which looked soft and made people want to kiss him.

Xing Wenshu thought so, and he really did.

He put his other hand behind Xie Anshuang, leaned over to push Xie Anshuang down, imprisoned him in a small world in his arms, and kissed his lips reverently and irresistibly.

The strong aroma of wine intertwined with their breathing, and Xie An's head was dizzy from the powerful plundering, and there was almost nothing left except the breath lingering between his lips and teeth.

But at this moment, Xing Wenshu gradually clenched their interlocking hands, and the candy wrapper sank deeper and deeper into the palms, causing a bit of pain, reminding Xie Anshuang that this was not a dream.

This... is not a dream.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the cold liquid accumulated in his eye sockets slid down the corners of his eyes, disappearing into the boundless night.

……

When Xie Anshuang woke up again, the sky was already bright.

Fragments of sunlight came in from the window, and occasionally there were a few cheers and birdsong.He looked around and roughly remembered that this was a small room next to the imperial study.

He propped up his dizzy head and sat up from the bed, just in time to feel something fall from his palm and roll off the bed with a gurgling sound.

——It’s a candy.

Xie Anshuang looked at the candy, and the absurd memories not long ago resurfaced in his mind.

He raised his left hand in a daze, and he could still clearly see a shallow imprint pressed by the sugar paper on the palm of his hand.

It turned out that it was not a dream.

Why is it not a dream...

Xie Anshuang clenched his palms tightly, and took a breath tremblingly, his lips seemed to still have the breath that belonged to Xing Wenshu last night.

【"You are a little bitch that no one likes and no one wants. If you didn't have this palace, do you really think you can live till now?"】

【"Which of your food, clothing and housing is not given to you by me? Do you really think that besides me, anyone else will treat you sincerely?"]

【“…”】

【"If I say that if I want to usurp the throne, I just want to usurp your majesty's empress position, will your majesty also be willing?"】

【"I said, I like Your Majesty."】

Two different voices intertwined in his mind, making Xie Anshuang almost out of breath.

Xing Wenshu shouldn't like him, how could he be worthy of Xing Wenshu's liking...

This was an absurd mistake.

Xie Anshuang managed to straighten out his breathing, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, after tidying up his clothes and messy hair, he saw a bowl of hangover soup on a table not far away, with a note pressed beside it.

"Physician Yuan said that your majesty's medicine has faded, but you should pay more attention to your body recently. The hangover soup should still be warm when your majesty wakes up. I will handle the memorial for your majesty in the imperial study. If you need anything, you can call me anytime." .”

The tone revealed in the handwriting is the submissiveness that Xie Anshuang is all too familiar with, only the deliberately changed address shows that something is different.

Thinking about it, Xing Wenshu chose to leave a note instead of staying in the room, because he also knew that he didn't want to see him after waking up.

Xie Anshuang took a deep breath, finally put the note away, picked up the hangover soup and drank it slowly.

At this moment, he vaguely heard a little eunuch's flustered voice outside the door, as if shouting something like "something is wrong".

He had some bad premonitions, walked to the door with the bowl in his hand, and before he went out, he heard the little eunuch who was calmed down by Xing Wenshu continue to say: "My lord, the little princess of Fan Dongguo, she, she committed suicide in his room!"

"Snapped--"

The crisp sound caught the attention of the two people outside, Xing Wenshu hurriedly opened the door and came in: "Your Majesty, you are awake."

Xie Anshuang ignored him and looked straight at the little eunuch: "What did you just say?"

The matter is of great importance, and the little eunuch hurriedly reported it in more detail: "His Majesty, the little princess of Fandong Kingdom committed suicide in her room around noon the day before yesterday."

Around noon the day before yesterday, it was almost the first time Xie Anshuang woke up from a coma and appeared in Chang'an Hall.

He pursed his lower lip, and asked coldly, "Why didn't anyone report it before?!"

The little eunuch was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and said tremblingly: "Qi, Your Majesty, the little princess has locked herself in the room since the day before yesterday, and no one is allowed to enter except for the maid next to her. It wasn't until today that the court lady suddenly disappeared, and the servants ventured in, only to find that the little princess was lying beside the bed with a disfigured face, her body was already cold, and there was a suicide note beside her."

While speaking, the little eunuch hurriedly took out a suicide note from his sleeve and handed it to Xie Anshuang.

Xie Anshuang took it and scanned it roughly. They were basically crying and complaining about being left out and insulted. They signed the name and time.

Now that the matter has come to this, what else does Xie Anshuang not understand?

The little princess blatantly came to make a kiss to please him, just to make him mistakenly think that she was looking for news or deliberately murdering him, so that he would focus on guarding against her.

But in fact, her most essential purpose is to stir up disputes between the two countries, to give them an excuse to attack Pan Dongguo, and to catch them off guard!

The so-called little princess committed suicide after suffering all kinds of humiliation. In fact, it was clear that the way of murder was not feasible, so she found a scapegoat, and then faked her death and returned to the country to take advantage of the situation to attack.

And a day and a half was enough time for the little princess to escape from the capital. If they deliberately suppressed the news that the little princess committed suicide, they would be more convinced.

And if the purpose of Fandong Kingdom was to attack from the beginning, they must have been prepared in terms of armaments, and they might have been waiting for the best opportunity to attack their northern border area at any time.

It's really a good plan.

Xie Anshuang's fingertips holding the "suicide note" turned white slightly, and after a long while, he shook it suddenly, and strode out of the imperial study room to find Fuyuan: "Fuyuan, prepare the sedan chair and go back to Chang'an Hall. Send someone to call Ye Shangshu to the palace. Chang'an Hall."

Fu Yuan was frightened by his menacing appearance for a moment, and then he responded to the matter as usual.

After giving orders, Xie Anshuang did not go back to the imperial study to wait as usual, but continued to stand at the door, looking very angry.

Behind him, Xing Wenshu picked up the abandoned "suicide note" on the ground, and after roughly reading it, he turned his head to look at Xie Anshuang who deliberately ignored him, sighed lightly and did not speak, put away the "suicide note" and stood behind him, The sedan chair waiting to go back to Chang'an Hall is ready.

The distance from the Imperial Study Room to Chang'an Hall is much closer than to Ye's Mansion. After Xie Anshuang returned to Chang'an Hall, he sat in the hall and waited for Ye Zihe, while continuing to ignore the existence of Xing Wenshu beside him.

Xing Wenshu also seemed to know his intentions, and he never said a word, brought him breakfast in silence, and packed it away in silence after he finished eating, without exchanging a word from the beginning to the end.

After breakfast, Xing Wenshu brought him another bowl of soup and medicine, which was placed in front of him without any intention of explaining.

Xie Anshuang: "..."

He looked at the soup and the medicine didn't move, and obviously felt that Xing Wenshu also looked at him. After a while, he was defeated first, but he still didn't look at him, and asked angrily: "What is this?"

There seemed to be a very light laugh in his ear, and then he heard Xing Wenshu explain: "This is the conditioning decoction prescribed by Yuan Taiyi, so as to prevent your majesty from drinking too much ice wine last night, which is not good for your health."

Xie An pursed his lower lip and refused indifferently: "I don't need it."

But Xing Wenshu continued to smile and said at this time: "Of course, if Your Majesty doesn't want to drink it by himself, I don't mind feeding him mouth to mouth."

After speaking, he put another candy next to the soup.

——It was the one that was pressed in their palms last night.

The author has something to say:

Someone Xing started to get up and chase his wife on his own initiative ww

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Thanks to [Qianzi Anying] for the mine mua!

Thank you [Jiang Suxue] for the nutrient solution mua!