Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

After explaining everything to Ye Zihe, Xie Anshuang couldn't support his body anymore and fell into a coma.

But before he fell into a coma, he did not forget to tell Ye Zihe that he would hand over everything about Lian Yuan to Xing Wenshu, and it would be best if he didn't have time to worry about him.

In addition, he did not allow Ye Zihe to tell Xing Wenshu about his physical condition and his plan to fight in person, and even temporarily replaced the people on duty outside the Chang'an Hall with Zhu Er and Zhu San, in order to prevent Xing Wenshu from entering the Chang'an Hall step.

He no longer intends to give Xing Wenshu any chance to get close to him.

At first Xing Wenshu didn't notice Xie Anshuang's plan, because when Ye Zihe threw the hot potato of Lian Yuan's suicide to him, the matter had already spread in the palace and even the capital.

——This is also part of the little princess' plan.

Ever since the cooperation with Yuan Gui was reached, Lian Yuan has never been idle for a moment.

She seems to be keeping her duty, but in fact, she has bought a lot of palace people in the harem, and even sneaked out of the palace, planting eyeliner in the capital, in order to directly "suicide" her after the plan to murder Xie Anshuang failed. He made a big fuss about the incident, and poured all the dirty water on Xie Anshuang.

The officials of the court came to the palace to see him one after another, but they learned that the matter was handed over to Xing Wenshu with full authority, and Xie Anshuang himself stayed behind closed doors in the Chang'an Palace.

The dissatisfaction of the officials Xie Anshuang was ignited again, and Xing Wenshu could only calm down their emotions temporarily and concentrate on dealing with the matter.

During the interval, he also thought about taking time to arrange Xie Anshuang's meals, and was told by Fuyuan that all of Xie Anshuang's daily life in the past few days will be handled by Ye Zi and the people sent by him, and he only needs to take care of Princess Lianyuan's affairs with peace of mind.

At present, Xing Wenshu also knows that it is the most important thing for him to concentrate on dealing with the chaotic situation. In the end, he did not force himself to stay in the imperial study to deal with the affairs of the past few days. After receiving a wave of officials, there will be another wave. Almost endless.

Xing Wenshu was busy all day, thinking of asking Xie Anshuang for instructions to directly hold a small court meeting to make it clear at once, only to find that he had been refused by Xie Anshuang to meet.

And the person guarding in front of his room, according to Fuyuan's introduction, has been replaced by Ye Zihe's cronies, and his martial arts are not bad, making sure that he has no way to sneak in even if he wants to sneak in in the middle of the night.

In fact, it was not difficult for Xing Wenshu to avoid the sight of those two people and enter the Chang'an Hall.

only……

"Your Majesty has an order to refuse anyone to enter, especially Prime Minister Xing. So I'm sorry, Prime Minister, please go back."

Listening to what one of the guards said, he pursed his lips lightly, but he didn't say anything after all, and turned back to the imperial study.

As long as he is still in the Chang'an Palace, there is no rush for this moment.

Xing Wenshu thought in this way in his heart, turned around and devoted himself to dealing with little princess Lian Yuan more attentively.

But since the matter had become serious, and the little princess was [-]% intentional, Xing Wenshu quickly ordered to strengthen the border defense.

It's a pity that the order was issued later than Fan Dongguo, who had premeditated.

Three days later, on the fourth day of April in the third year of Jingchun, reports came from the border that the Fandong Kingdom had suddenly raided, and that the battle lines were on the verge of defeat.

In the imperial study room, Xing Wenshu almost finished listening to the report calmly.

Seeing his calmness, the few officials below gradually calmed down their eagerness when they heard the battle report, and asked him what to do next.

After a few days of being busy with government affairs, even Xing Wenshu's face was a little tired at this time, but he knew that this was the time when the court needed the backbone most.

He stood by the table, his dark eyes were deep and calm, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking, and inexplicably produced a sense of stability, as if as long as he was still standing here, things would not be bad.

Xing Wenshu pondered for a moment, and replied: "This is a big matter, and we must send troops to suppress the border turmoil as soon as possible, but I can't make the overall decision on this matter. But please rest assured, I will report the truth to Your Majesty, and persuade Your Majesty to put the overall situation first. Make a decision today."

The officials who came to the imperial study room early in the morning also understood the overall situation, so they resigned first, so that Xing Wenshu could go to Xie Anshuang as soon as possible.

Xing Wenshu, who had been busy for more than three days, finally found a reason to go to Chang'an Palace again.

But this time, he happened to bump into Yuan Mu who came out of Chang'an Palace.

Xing Wenshu had some bad premonition in his heart, and immediately stepped forward to stop him.

"...Prime Minister Xing?" Yuan Mu, who was on his way in a hurry, saw Xing Wenshu, and reacted for a while before saluting: "I have seen Prime Minister Xing."

Xing Wenshu was worried about Xie Anshuang's state, and replied: "There is no need to be too polite. I saw Yuan Tai's doctor come out of Chang'an Palace, but is there something wrong with your majesty's body?"

Hearing the question, Yuan Mu was a little surprised: "Don't Prime Minister Xing know? Your Majesty has had a high fever for three days."

Xing Wenshu's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly asked, "Is it the root of the disease caused by the ice wine that day?"

Seeing that he really didn't know, Yuan Mu nodded, and said in detail: "Ice wine is one reason, and another reason should be depression. Your Majesty has a high fever for the past few days and can hardly drink any decoction. What do you drink? What, I can barely eat a few bites of food, and I'm unconscious most of the time. Hmm..."

Having said that, Yuan Mu paused before continuing to speak: "Several times when the officials came to diagnose and treat His Majesty, I heard His Majesty call Prime Minister Xing's name in his dream. Before that, His Majesty had never been unable to drink the soup no matter how serious his illness was. The situation. Icewine and the remaining effect of the medicine are one aspect, and the depression in my heart... probably accounts for the majority."

After listening, what else does Xing Wenshu not understand?

He took a deep breath, suppressed his distress and nodded: "I see, thank you, Doctor Yuan, for letting me know."

Yuan Mu nodded as a response, then took his leave and left, ready to continue looking for ways to recuperate Xie Anshuang's body.

And Xing Wenshu stood there for a long time, before walking towards Chang'an Hall.

The gate of Chang'an Hall was slightly open, and the two guards guarding the gate just happened to be away. He walked in smoothly and walked around to the inner room. The strong smell of medicine came to his face, and then he saw Fuyuan sighing while holding a bowl of soup. Put it back on the table in a breath.

When he noticed Xing Wenshu who came in suddenly at the door, Fuyuan was surprised for a moment, thinking whether to say hello.

Xing Wenshu gave him a silent gesture first, and waved him to go down first.

Fu Yuan looked troubled, glanced at Xie Anshuang's direction, and finally left silently.

Xing Wenshu made way for him sideways, watched him go out and closed the door, and finally walked into the room.

Xie Anshuang was lying quietly on the bed at this moment, her face was pale, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and she was so fragile that she might die at any moment.

Seeing this, Xing Wenshu's heart ached, and he couldn't help but take a few steps closer to the side of the bed.

Xie Anshuang happened to be sober at this time, noticed the movement beside the bed, struggled and said: "I told you, I won't drink..."

He opened his eyes while talking, and was stunned when Xing Wenshu's face was clearly reflected in his pupils.

"...Why it's you." He pursed his lips lightly, and turned his head with difficulty, as if he still didn't want to pay attention to Xing Wenshu.

Xing Wenshu asked calmly: "If I don't come, is Your Majesty planning to torture himself like this all the time?"

Xie Anshuang sneered: "Master Xing thinks too highly of himself."

"Then how did I hear..." Xing Wenshu's tone suddenly rose a little, "A certain young majesty called my name many times in his dreams?"

Xie Anshuang: "...That's someone maliciously slandering Gu! Cough cough..."

Xie Anshuang, who was slightly agitated, began to cough violently as soon as he finished speaking, his already frowning brows were further wrinkled, and a layer of mist formed in his black eyes, looking fragile and pitiful.

After all, Xing Wenshu couldn't bear to continue to be angry with him, so he stepped forward to comfort him, and when he finally calmed down, he gently helped him to sit up.

Of course Xie Anshuang knew his plan, but he had a high fever for three days and almost lost all strength in his body, so he could only sit up slowly at his mercy.

Xu took this into consideration, and Xing Wenshu specially brought him a small blanket and put it on his back so that he could sit more comfortably.Then, he saw Xing Wenshu move a chair and sit beside his bed, and after carefully testing the temperature of the soup, he scooped up a spoonful and fed it to his lips.

It was obviously meticulous care, but it happened to poke the thorn in the bottom of Xie Anshuang's heart. A strong bitter smell filled his nostrils, making him want to vomit again.

But his reluctance to show weakness in front of Xing Wen's writing prevailed, he barely suppressed the urge to vomit, and pursed his lips tightly, looking determined not to drink the medicine.

Xing Wenshu knew that he couldn't drink the medicine recently, so he didn't plan to force him too much, but said at this time: "The battle report on the border has come, the border town is on the verge of collapse, the officials and the frontline soldiers are waiting for His Majesty's order." will."

Xie Anshuang understood what he meant.

The war had just begun, and as the emperor, he couldn't be known to be seriously ill and bedridden at this time. Whether he wanted to or not, for the sake of the overall situation, he had to make himself mentally better and show his face in front of the officials.

Xing Wenshu didn't want to force him to drink medicine, but the current situation couldn't allow them to take into account too many personal affairs of their children.

Xie An clenched his hands together, still managed to hold the spoon in his mouth, and drank the bitter and astringent soup.

It's not that he has never drank more bitter medicine than this before, but this time even though he tried his best to swallow the medicine, he still couldn't suppress the strong nausea. Spit it out.

The black medicine stains smeared on the corner of the bedding, and more drops fell under the bed, and the strong smell of medicine diffused again.

The strong discomfort in his stomach continued, Xie An supported the edge of the bed with one hand, half of his hair was scattered behind his ears, covering most of his sickly flushed face.

Seeing him throwing up after drinking with his own eyes, Xing Wenshu felt even more pain in his heart, temporarily put the soup aside and sat on the edge of the bed a little behind him, hugged him Xuxu, and wiped the remaining medicine stains on the corners of his lips .

Just throwing up once, Xie Anshuang's condition suddenly became worse, and the familiar dizziness surged up again, almost swallowing his consciousness in an instant.

Even though Yuan Mu was not around at this time, he knew that he must have started to have a fever again.

In the past three days, he has been awake intermittently and repeatedly had a fever, especially after trying to drink the medicine and throwing up, he has even become accustomed to falling asleep with the bitter taste of the medicine.

But this time, in addition to the strong smell of medicine, there was also a light fragrance that reassured him instinctively.

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little sad.

Whether it's hypocritical or the most genuinely fragile after illness, although he specially arranged Zhu Er Zhu San to guard the door to prevent Xing Wenshu from entering, but in fact, his heart that he didn't want to face was still looking forward to it. Xing Wenshu will come.

Just like that ridiculous expectation last time.

Xie Anshuang squeezed his palm again, but inadvertently grabbed a piece of clothing material.

At the same time, the person in front of him pulled her arms closer to what was originally just an empty embrace, and there seemed to be a very gentle touch from the tip of her hair.

"If your majesty is really uncomfortable, you can rest for a while. No matter how bad it is, I will find a way to deal with it at the court."

The gentle persuasion and reassurance rang in the ears, unintentionally arousing Xie Anshuang's deep-seated grievances: "I want to drink medicine... but I can't drink it..."

He clenched the cloth in his hands more and more, his voice was weak and hoarse, and trembling faintly, as if he was so wronged that he wanted to cry.

Xing Wenshu couldn't remember exactly how many times he heard Xie Anshuang cry.

She clearly hoped that he could live better, but made him cry again and again, and made him suffer so much pain that he had never experienced in his previous life.

Xing Wenshu hugged the burning man in his arms even tighter, knowing in his heart that it would not be a solution if he couldn't drink the medicine like this, but he hadn't found a breakthrough to solve Xie An's double-hearted knot, so he really couldn't do anything.

He glanced at the medicine bowl on the table, his eyes darkened, and after a while coaxed Xie Anshuang to sit on the bed again temporarily, and brought back the soup.

At this time, Xie Anshuang was already burning. At first, he thought that Xing Wenshu wanted him to try again, but the next moment Xing Wenshu took a sip from the medicine bowl.

Xie Anshuang: "...?"

Xie Anshuang, whose mind had stopped working, showed a dazed look, and saw Xing Wenshu sitting back in front of him, with his cool palm covering the back of his hand, and kissed him straight away.

Xie Anshuang, who was still in a daze, gave Xing Wenshu an opportunity, and the familiar bitterness infiltrated from their lips and tongues.

He clenched his hands subconsciously, but was gently guided by Xing Wenshu to loosen them, interlocking his fingers, enveloping all his tense strength.

A little bit of black medicinal juice slid down the corners of Xie An's lips, leaving small traces on his plain undershirt, but more medicinal soup was swallowed bit by bit under Xing Wenshu's intentional guidance.

When the familiar nausea was about to surge up again, Xie Anshuang suddenly felt a heavier force coming from the palm of his hand, and the confrontation between his lips and teeth took away his full attention almost instantly.

"Um..."

……

When Xie Anshuang was finally released, let alone nausea, there was only a soft feeling of powerlessness left all over his body.

He leaned on the soft blanket behind him to breathe calmly, his lips were rarely stained with color, and a few strands of hair hung down in front of him, looking a little messy.

Xing Wenshu was still sitting in front of him, brushing his hair back with his free hand, and said with a slight smile, "Look, Your Majesty, why don't you just drink it?"

After such a fierce entanglement, Xie Anshuang regained some consciousness, and continued to say angrily: "Isn't Master Xing the most afraid of suffering?"

Xing Wenshu didn't care about his prickly tone, and slid his fingertips from behind his ears to his lips, gently wiped away the traces of the overflowing soup, and replied softly: "If it's for Your Majesty, these hardships..."

"The minister is as happy as a cane."

After finishing speaking, he took advantage of Xie Anshuang's inattention, and lightly placed a pious and precious kiss on the corner of Xie Anshuang's lips.

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Thanks to [Qianzi Anying] for the mine mua!

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