Prime Minister, he just refuses to usurp the throne

I don't know if it's because of embarrassment or because I'm really tired, Xie Anshuang fell into a drowsy sleep not long after crying in Xing Wenshu's arms.

Enduring the pain of the wound, Xing Wenshu put him on the bed, and went out to find a military doctor to treat Xie Anshuang's wound.

It was not until the military doctor came that he learned that Xie Anshuang's body was no lighter than his.

Because of rushing into the arrow rain formation before, the injuries on Xie Anshuang's body ranged from a shallow cut, to deep into the flesh and blood, which was horrible.It is probably entirely due to willpower and his own characteristic that he is not very afraid of pain that he can survive all the time.

Xing Wenshu couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw it.

If he hadn't found a suitable reason to hurry over, I'm afraid he would really never find his little majesty again.

It was late at night when Xie Anshuang's wound was treated, the military doctor packed up the medicine box and left, leaving Xing Wenshu and Xie Anshuang alone in the tent.

Xing Wenshu used the identity of a lieutenant general, and after arriving in this military camp, his military rank was second only to that of the chief general Yuan Xu. There was a separate tent that nobody disturbed, and the bed in the tent was quite big enough to accommodate two people.

He walked to the bed and looked at Xie Anshuang who had few good spots all over his body, sighed softly, and bent over to rub the ends of his hair.

Also blame him for coming too late.

Xing Wenshu looked at the bedside for a long time, but still did not choose to sleep with Xie Anshuang.

Although the bed can accommodate two people, it is inevitable that there will be contact. Xie Anshuang has suffered too many injuries, and he does not want to accidentally touch any of his wounds.

In the end, he moved the chair that Xie Anshuang had been sitting on when he woke up, leaned against the head of the bed, wrapped his left hand gently around Xie Anshuang's hand, and then fell into a light sleep with peace of mind.

Xie Anshuang who was on the bed didn't know if he sensed the familiar temperature and smell, subconsciously hooked his hand gently, his brows and eyes were slightly relieved.

……

After being injured and unconscious, Xie Anshuang had a very long dream.

The dream began when Xing Wenshu rushed to the capital to serve as the prime minister.

It was supposed to be a familiar scene, but Xing Wenshu in the dream refused to serve as a personal bodyguard, and said to him calmly and coldly: "Your Majesty is not your majesty's plaything. If your majesty just wants to reprimand you, you don't have to waste so much trouble."

In the imperial study room, a plain white figure knelt in the middle, standing proudly like a winter plum blossom in full bloom.

And Xie Anshuang, who was flamboyantly dressed in red, half leaned on the soft couch as if he had no bones, looking like a bone.

One white and one red, obviously in the same room, but not in the same world.

The picture freezes at this point, and then suddenly turns to the next one.

That night, Xie Anshuang slipped out of the palace, originally wanting to investigate something related to the masked thief, but unknowingly walked to the Xing Mansion, watching Xing Wenshu and Xing Xuyi chatting and laughing in the courtyard.

The person who was cold and arrogant in the imperial study in the morning could smile comfortably and gently in front of his elder brother, like a warm spring breeze, bringing people close to each other.

The lanterns hanging high in the yard glowed with a warm yellow light, which poured over Xing Wenshu's side, casting a soft and hazy halo.

Xie Anshuang hid alone in the hidden dark place, yearning for the light on Xing Wenshu, but in the end he could only turn around and leave, sinking into the deeper darkness.

After all, people who are not from the same world.

But at this moment, Xing Wenshu in the yard seemed to sense something, and glanced in the direction where Xie Anshuang left, only to see an unclear shadow disappearing quietly.

Maybe a wildcat?

He didn't think much, turned back and continued chatting with his brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

But no one knows that after this night, the life trajectories of the light and the dark are basically doomed.

After these two "long pictures", countless short and small pictures flashed in Xie Anshuang's dream.

Perhaps because of the brevity, the small pictures are very fragmented, basically some fragments of Xie Anshuang and Xing Wenshu getting along.

Some of them confronted each other in the imperial study room, some of him embarrassed Xing Wenshu in public in the imperial garden, and some of him wantonly ridiculed Xing Wenshu in front of civil and military officials.

In addition, Xing Wenshu occasionally played music for him, and Xing Wenshu prepared special and exquisite gifts for him on his birthday...

Every time Xie Anshuang would insinuate sharply and meanly after Xing Wenshu showed his favor, Xing Wenshu was still as indifferent and calm as before, as if he never took his words to heart, but followed his own thoughts and steps, keeping aloof and maintaining etiquette.

He has a high position and a strong family background. Whenever he looks at Xie Anshuang, only Xie Anshuang is always reflected in his eyes, without the dragon chair behind him.

Would such a person really yearn for the throne?

Xie Anshuang watched all the flash clips from the perspective of a bystander, and came to another scene.

It was in September of the fifth year of Jingchun, Xie Anshuang in the dream received a message from Ye Zihe, saying that someone from Xing Wenshu's side had taken the initiative to force the palace to send Xing Wenshu to the position.

Xie Anshuang was cautiously trying to paint in the Chang'an Palace, but when he heard the news from Fuyuan, the nib of his pen paused, and a black blob of ink smudged between the rice paper.

According to their previous plan, the Yuangui Party should be able to completely collapse in half a year. At that time, they will take advantage of the opportunity to install their own people to join Xing Wenshu's sphere of influence and incite Xing Wenshu to usurp the throne.

Although Xing Wenshu's voluntary usurpation of the throne can save this trouble, but Xie Anshuang still has a little bit of luck in his heart.

It is a fluke to think that maybe Xing Wenshu will care more about him than the throne, even if only a little bit.

But at the end of the day, he was still being self-indulgent.

That's right, who would care about a person who is arrogant, humiliating and making things difficult for him.

Xie An lowered his head halfway, hiding his emotions.

Fuyuan hesitated and said, "...Your Majesty?"

He took a deep breath, raised his head and forced a smile: "Gu knows, you go and tell Brother Zihe, Gu will be ready."

Fu Yuan responded, and then left under Xie Anshuang's signal.

Xie An watched his figure disappear behind the door with both eyes, and looked down at the painting on the table again.

In the painting is a proudly independent ink plum, but there is a group of smudged ink stains at the corner of the branch.Mo Mei's painting is not very good-looking, but it can be seen that the artist's strokes and strokes are extremely careful and meticulous.

Originally, Xie Anshuang wanted to secretly give this to Xing Wenshu after his birthday banquet in Mid-Autumn Festival.

He was raised as a puppet of the secret guard since he was a child, and he did the dark things with knives and guns without any muddle. Momei who can see past.

but……

Xie Anshuang recalled what Fu Yuan had just reported, his eyes darkened.

That being the case, let this painting disappear together with him in a fire in Chang'an Hall.

He put the painting aside for the time being, took his mind back and began to draw up the edict of abdication, and wrote down the rhetoric that he had memorized by heart word by word on the imperial edict.

In the end, he specially found a box to put the edict in, and then found a basin of suitable size. When the time came, he put the box into a basin filled with water, so as not to be burned by the fire at that time.

After finishing all this, he returned his attention to the painting that had been dried with ink, and stood quietly by the table watching.

After a while, he sighed, carefully rolled up the scroll, and put it in a place closest to the fire source.

From the beginning of the plan, he decided to use a fire to end it all.

The Chang'an Palace was the place where he got drunk after taking the throne. Countless things related to Xing Wenshu that he hid were here.So in order to prevent Xing Wenshu from knowing about it in the future, he planned to disappear into this world together with all the traces of his life in Chang'an Palace, so that Xing Wenshu could sit on the throne with more peace of mind.

even if...

Even this planning and preparation is his wishful thinking.

Xie Anshuang looked at the rolled up painting, pulled the corner of his lips lightly, and continued to prepare for the next step.

The picture in Chang'an Palace is also fixed on his back resolutely turning around.

The next moment, everything in the dream was surrounded by a raging fire.

With the flames soaring into the sky, and the merciless shouts, Xie Anshuang, who was still dressed in red, stood in front of the fire, listening to the crusade against him by everyone in front of him.

This day has finally come.

The monstrous heat wave in the Chang'an Hall almost burned Xie Anshuang's back, but he stood quietly in the same place, sweeping past all the officials who punished him, trying to search for that familiar figure.

No fruit.

He doesn't even want to come to see him off anymore.

【"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?"]

Sure enough, he's just a little bitch who won't be liked by anyone.

His ending is nothing more than going to perish amid the spurning of thousands of people.

Xie Anshuang gave a bitter smile, finally stopped hesitating and turned around to go into the flames.

However, at this moment, a hurried hoofbeat and a familiar shout came from behind.

"His Majesty!"

Xie Anshuang's movements paused, but he immediately figured out the cause and effect.

After all, usurping the throne is not something glorious. Xing Wenshu didn't know that he had left the edict of abdication, so he wanted to play a show of loyalty.

Perhaps it was because his death was imminent, Xie Anshuang had long since given up his poor luck and self-indulgence.

But he still couldn't help wanting to see Xing Wenshu for the last time.

Xie Anshuang stopped and looked back at Xing Wenshu, who was wearing plain white clothes.

It was the same with their "first encounter" in the Imperial Study Room more than two years ago. One was white and the other was red. They were in the same place but in different worlds.

For the first time, Xie Anshuang showed a heartfelt smile in front of Xing Wen's writing, and said the only truth: "Don't call me Your Majesty anymore, this world should never belong to me."

After speaking, he turned his head decisively and stepped into the sea of ​​flames in front of him.

He has been living in darkness all his life, and only this time, he finally got his wish and stood in the most dazzling light, allowing the gorgeous fireworks to swallow him up.

Perhaps... This is also the closest he gets to Xing Wenshu.

The closest thing is Xing Wenshu, who is always standing in the light, dazzling.

The author has something to say:

Happy Valentine's Day (quietly)

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