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

Wen Hemian did not hastily go up to disturb him. It was not until this round of training was over that he generously gave his applause: "Your Majesty is very impressive."

Xie Lang had already noticed that the Master was coming, and he had to wait until this moment to have the chance to step forward. The tips of his eyebrows were stained with a little morning mist and some wet water droplets, making him look even more obedient: "Really?"

Chang Zhu is his subordinate, and Xie Lang is always reserved in front of him. The only difference is when facing Wen Hemian.

Wen Hemian attributed all this to the child's whimsical thinking. She smiled and said, "Your Majesty is very talented. Since ancient times, emperors have been both civil and military. This shows that Your Majesty is indeed a natural emperor."

Apart from anything else, Wen Hemian understood the principle of learning by observation and circumcision. If he whispered a few words in Xie Lang's ear every day, he would gradually accept this concept.

Xie Lang raised his chin: "Is it because I was born to be an emperor? I am also a king now."

Now that this position is in his hands, Xie Lang will definitely not let anyone else take it away.

Wen Hemian didn't expect that he could understand it from such a unique perspective. He was stunned: "...That's true."

The royal bloodline is dying out, and no one else except Xie Lang is suitable for this position.

"After all, I am too weak."

Xie Lang had no idea what he was thinking about. He looked a little depressed, clenched his fists quietly, and said in a low voice, "If I were stronger, we wouldn't be in such a passive situation in the court."

"I've already told you not to rush." ​​Wen Hemian couldn't help but flick the boy's forehead. Seeing him cover his mouth with a whine, he snorted, "You're so young, and you still expect to compete with your brothers? Isn't it good to reap the benefits while sitting back? Otherwise, it will be even harder for you."

Wen Hemian wanted to teach him a lesson, so she refrained from using much strength. However, Xie Lang held back from crying out in pain, staring at her with his dark, bright eyes, which made people feel a little pity for him.

"Just take advantage of the fact that I love you."

Unable to utter the words he wanted to say, Wen Hemian experienced what it felt like to have a heart attack. He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and patted him gently: "Don't beautify the road you haven't walked. Now, isn't Alang satisfied?"

Xie Lang nodded: "Satisfied."

Wen Hemian could lock him up, but he had already experienced the cold wind outside, so wasn’t he extremely precious now?

Wen Hemian: "That's good, don't think too much."

Xie Lang hummed softly.

After going to the palace, Xie Lang had nothing to do. His training task for the day had not yet been completed. Wen Hemian was in a good mood and rode on a horse to practice with him.

After practicing for a few months, he was not as good as the one who practiced for several years. Xie Lang was not discouraged, but secretly made up his mind to surpass the master in the future.

In this way, he could naturally protect the Master.

……

Because he had instigated the censor to speak for the little emperor a while ago, Ye Zhaoxuan had been in a lot of trouble recently.

Wen Hemian tried his best to rescue him, but was accidentally succeeded by Ning Hechu's men, and Ye Zhaoxuan broke his leg, so he had to take leave and stay at home to recuperate.

It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, and this time it will take a long time to recover.

When she went to visit Ye Zhaoxuan, Ye Zhaoxuan was drinking medicine under the supervision of his servant. After drinking it, he shivered all over, and it was obvious how bitter it was.

He noticed Wen Hemian coming in and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but fortunately the servant boy was quick to hold him down.

"Please forgive me, Master Wen. I...ah."

Ye Zhaoxuan sighed.

"If you're injured, take a good rest."

Wen Hemian felt sympathy and sadness for his situation. She came here for something: "The salary of Dazhao officials will be reduced by half during their leave. I will give you the remaining half."

Ye Zhaoxuan's eyes widened, and he almost jumped up from the bed, waving his hands repeatedly: "No, no, this is my carelessness, how can I let the Master bear the consequences for me!"

Wen Hemian did not give him room to refuse, his eyes were firm: "We all know why you were injured. We are all people working for His Majesty, so just take it if I ask you to, I don't need this little money. Besides, your salary is already low, how will you live if it is reduced by half? Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your mother and sister who are far away in your hometown. With this money, they will not be bullied."

"Your subordinate..." Ye Zhaoxuan was two years older than Wen Hemian. Children from poor families had to grow up early. He was always a steady person. At this moment, he stammered twice, and even choked with sobs, "Your subordinate thanks Master Wen."

"Need not."

Wen Hemian just didn't want to see good officials suffering beyond her ability. She pondered for a moment and said, "Well, if you really can't get over it, I'll have someone send some notebooks over some other day, and you can copy them slowly when you're free."

Printing had been invented in this world, but due to various special reasons, it was only used by government agencies, and most of the books for the people were still hand-copied by scholars. Wen Hemian didn't really want him to copy them, he just wanted to find him something to do so that he wouldn't be idle at home all day.

Ye Zhaoxuan was deeply touched: "...Okay."

"Yes." Wen Hemian nodded. "Although it's thousands of miles away, there's no guarantee that Ning Hechu won't go crazy and touch your mother and sister. I've sent people over there, so you don't have to worry too much."

When serving as an official in the court, sometimes what one fears is not one's own death, but the fact that one's death will implicate one's family. Especially for someone like Ye Zhaoxuan who has no foundation, it is even more difficult for him to move forward. What Wen Hemian has to do is to relieve his worries.

"Master Wen..." Ye Zhaoxuan really didn't expect that she would consider this. His eyes were complicated. "With you by His Majesty's side, the day when the court is purged is not far away."

Ye Zhaoxuan came to the capital to take the exam. When she first saw Wen Hemian, she felt that this person was difficult to approach. Later, they became the top three together, and the two did not have much interaction.

It was not until the emperor passed away more than half a year later and the situation changed dramatically that he realized what it meant to know a person's face but not his heart.

The third place scholar who had a good chat with him turned around and joined the Ning Party camp. On the contrary, Wen Hemian, who came from a noble family, finally stood on the same side with him and now cares about him very much.

Among dozens of Jinshi candidates, she was the youngest, but she considered things most comprehensively. She chose to support the young emperor when the empire was about to collapse. She deserved the title of top scholar.

Facing his grateful eyes, Wen Hemian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Lord Ye, don't underestimate yourself. I can't fight alone. Your Majesty appoints people based on their merits. I will have to rely on you a lot in the future."

Ye Zhaoxuan bowed and said, "Grandmaster, your words are very sincere. I have no way to repay your kindness. I will definitely assist Your Majesty in the future and advance and retreat with you."

After completely subduing a powerful general, Wen Hemian was delighted: "Then I hope that Lord Ye will do what he said."

Ye Zhaoxuan: “That’s it.”