After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

After sending the system away, Wen Hemian fell into a long silence as he looked at the cute cat in his arms.

I can't help feeling a little disappointed.

When the system was there, she could completely regard caring for Xie Lang as her own mission, but now she has no such reason.

But I'm still a little worried.

After all, the feelings they had for so many years were there. She jumped fast enough and calculated the time. She didn't know if Xie Lang saw it, but no matter what, the little guy couldn't escape being sad.

Without a real-time system broadcast, she had no way of getting timely news from Xie Lang. To be honest, she felt quite uneasy.

When the news gets back to the capital, it will be fine with colleagues and friends, but back home, Qingyun will probably cry.

Unlike Wen Hemian, who had lived two lives, she was still a little immature. She was afraid that someone would find out and bring disaster upon herself.

Fortunately, Uncle Lu gave Wen Hemian a tip-off that it was not convenient for him to send a message back for the time being, so he could only wait and see what happened.

As for the rest, after the little bastard has recovered, it is time for the aristocratic families in the capital to be liquidated.

It might be a little tricky at first, but Wen Hemian has great confidence in Xie Lang's abilities. After training, he will gradually become proficient, and no one will be able to stop him from moving forward.

Even the sadness will slowly fade away.

He had begged her to give him a name before, but she didn't know if it would be used in the end. But it didn't matter. As long as he could live a good life and be a wise ruler, that would be enough.

As for the fact that she faked her death and ran away, it would be better not to be discovered, otherwise Wen Hemian could hardly imagine what would happen that she didn't want to see.

Wen Hemian was just thinking when he heard a knock on the door.

She responded and found that it was Qin Yi who came in with two jugs of wine in his hands.

Qin Yi saw his daughter sitting by the window in a daze and shook his head in amusement: "Still thinking about something? Is it about the capital, or about the little emperor you raised?"

Mother and daughter are connected by heart, and Qin Yi’s guesses are always correct.

Wen Hemian hummed: "I just don't know if I did the right thing."

"Whether it's right or not will be known in the future. It's a foregone conclusion. There's no point in talking about it any more." Qin Yi sat down beside her with a wine jug in hand and raised his chin. "Do you want to have a drink with mother? A little drunkenness can relieve all worries."

The wine at the border was strong, and Wen Hemian had fallen into this trap before. She took a look and hesitated a little, then thought that this was her mother, so she smiled and said, "Okay, I won't go home until I'm drunk tonight!"

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While relatives at the border were gathering together, a bloodbath was unfolding in the capital.

The aristocratic families had been arrogant for so long, and seeing that the little emperor did not take any action, they had no idea that the evidence of their crimes was already firmly in Xie Lang's hands. They had just suppressed it before, but now that the fuse had been triggered, the roots and branches were ignited, and they were thrown into jail one by one without any preparation.

The young king changed his previous style. He continued to interrogate those who could get more clues, and killed those who could not be interrogated. For several days, people came and went in the imperial prison, old faces came out and new faces came in, and none of them were clean. Even the execution ground was stained with blood, and the color could not be washed off even with clean water for a long time.

Really scary.

However, it was too late to regret now.

Those aristocratic families who had been living in constant fear only then realized that killing Wen Hemian was not just about cutting off the little emperor's arm, but more like opening some invisible shackles, causing the little emperor's temper to completely lose control.

And the imperial tutor who passed the imperial examination at a young age is the real person of purity and clarity. If she does not restrain His Majesty, everything will change.

Even the censor who had made the most noise a few days ago suddenly quieted down and began to secretly blame the troublemakers in his heart.

Now everyone is implicated.

Suddenly, half of the court was empty. Not only were people trembling with fear when they went to court every day, but they might not even be able to wait for the emperor. They would be sent back only after their waists and legs became weak from standing.

Ye Zhaoxuan cursed them for what they deserved, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel worried: "If they continue like this, what will happen if the government is neglected..."

He is a loyal minister after all.

Lu Zishen shook his head firmly: "No."

They were not so close originally, but after learning the news of Wen Hemian's accident, they often got together to discuss it.

Ye Zhaoxuan looked at him puzzledly: "Are you so sure?"

"Hmm." Lu Zishen took a sip of tea, his expression solemn, "If your majesty still cares about Lord Wen, you will definitely not let this happen. But after this incident, your reputation will probably not be well."

It takes decades of hard work to maintain a wise ruler, but it only takes a day to turn him into a tyrant.

If his reputation as a bloodthirsty person gets out, people who don't know the inside story will probably call him a tyrant in private.

Ye Zhaoxuan sighed: "That's true. After all, he was the emperor who grew up under Lord Wen's watch..."

"We haven't found the person yet. Judging from His Majesty's intention, I'm afraid he won't give up easily." Lu Zishen vaguely sensed that something was wrong, "I feel that the storm will not be settled so easily."

Ye Zhaoxuan smiled bitterly: "...Who knows."

……

After almost finishing off everyone who needed to be dealt with, Xie Lang returned to the side hall tiredly. He lay down on the couch, sniffing the faint fragrance in the air that was about to dissipate. Only then did he barely feel his aching head gradually calm down.

The night before Wen Hemian left, he vaguely sensed that her attitude had softened, and he managed to keep her. He thought he finally had his chance, and when she came back again, he would be able to see the moon and realize his greedy desires.

But I didn't expect it to be a farewell.

The journey to Jianghuai is long and the old friends are gone forever.

He held onto some hope before he found the person.

Lai Xi boldly advised him many times to build a cenotaph for Wen Hemian, and many ministers in the court also asked him to do the same, but he did not agree.

He didn't want to believe it.

I don't want to believe that person has really disappeared in front of me forever.

Wen Hemian should have been calm and composed, even if it was just a matter of official business, he should have talked to him about the situation and taught him the principles of governing the country, instead of just going there seriously.

"Go and light the earth dragon."

Xi's whispered instructions came from outside, as if the speaker was afraid of disturbing Xie Lang, but it was too quiet around so the instructions could still be heard clearly.

"Go get some more hot water for our family, and we'll deliver it to them personally... And all of you, stay away from this place, you hear me! Don't come near here unless necessary!"

He has killed many people in the past two days, and outsiders commented that he has changed a lot, including the palace servants who used to be lively. They all kept silent and dared not say much in front of him. Xie Lang had never implicated them, but he also found it a little funny at this moment.

But he couldn't smile. The corners of his lips were so stiff that not even a curve could be formed.

After a while, when there was silence, Xie Lang suddenly felt a little cold.

He casually put on his robe and walked to the window in a daze.

The cold air hit me in the face.

The weather is cold at the end of the year and the new year begins.

Snowing.