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

After leaving Ye Zhaoxuan's house, Wen Hemian went to visit his own shop.

There was a shop that mainly sold rouge and powder. After Wen Hemian returned to Beijing, he improved the rouge and powder by combining it with the routines of modern cosmetics. Not to mention the hot-selling soaps, the exclusive customized service alone satisfied the curiosity of many wealthy ladies.

So much people scrambled for it that it actually became a trend.

There seemed to be other shops in the back, but their processes were not as sophisticated as Wen Hemian's, so their business has always been the best, not to mention that they are constantly innovating.

"Chinese Valentine's Day is coming soon, and business will definitely be better then."

Qingyun is the head maid in the mansion, temporarily in charge of household chores. She is required to dress appropriately on a daily basis, and no one knows the ins and outs of this better than her.

"Very good." Wen Hemian figured it out and thought he should be able to make some money after cooperating with Liu Qiongyue. He was immediately satisfied. "Wait until Chinese Valentine's Day and launch a few new products to see how they are received."

Qingyun had long been accustomed to the new and strange words that came out of her master's mouth from time to time. She smiled and agreed: "Yes."

After all, more women came to this place. Wen Hemian took a look from a distance and did not go over. He went to other shops for inspection and finally returned home with the newly bought sweet cakes, thinking of bringing them to the little emperor when he entered the palace tomorrow.

Although the pastries outside the palace are not as good as those from the imperial kitchen, they are still worth a try occasionally.

……

After the people who went to Yongzhou to suppress the bandits came back, Xie Lang found a way to summon the deputy general who had gone there alone.

Most of the credit for this trip was taken by Ning Hechu's nephews and nephews. The people below them did not get much reward and had many complaints, but they were not as powerful as Ning Hechu, and even their superiors did not dare to ask them easily, so they could only swallow their grievances.

I don't know what to look forward to on days like this.

Therefore, when Zhou Ting learned that the emperor summoned him, he felt almost calm.

He had also seen it during court sessions. In his opinion, this little emperor was not as good as the imperial tutor.

Although many people were dissatisfied with Wen Hemian's position, at least he had passed the imperial examination honestly and won the top spot, unlike the little emperor who ascended to the throne by chance.

Before this, many people didn't even know the existence of this little prince.

However, the person who came to invite people was the commander of the Imperial Guard, so no matter how many ideas Zhou Ting had in mind, he had to go.

Huo Ping glanced at him, saw through his thoughts, and said nothing. Some things can only be believed after seeing them with one's own eyes.

Zhou Ting's official position was not high, and he had few opportunities to interact with Huo Ping. He could not find any reason to talk to him along the way. Besides, the commander seemed to be cold and difficult to talk to, so after arriving at the Taiji Palace, he was relieved.

The little emperor seemed to be sitting behind a desk reading a book. Huo Ping was the first to salute: "Your Majesty, I have brought the person here."

Xie Lang responded.

No matter what, even if the little emperor was a puppet, he had to abide by the rules. Zhou Ting suppressed his emotions, half-knelt, bowed his head and saluted: "Your Majesty, your humble servant pays homage."

The hall was silent. Huo Ping stood aside with his arms folded, not saying a word. Xie Lang stood up and looked at Zhou Ting coldly.

Even when he was kneeling on the ground, Zhou Ting could still feel the gaze falling on him, as if it were real. As time went on, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Even if he was slow-witted, he realized that the little emperor was someone who should not be offended.

It was not until half a quarter of an hour later that Xie Lang slowly said, "Get up." This ended the torture.

Due to Zhou Ting's official position, he could only stand at the back during court meetings. The dragon throne and pearl curtain above blocked his view and the distance was too far for him to see the little emperor's specific appearance clearly.

It wasn't until now that I had the chance to take a sneak peek.

The little emperor was wearing newly-tailored clothes and looked full of energy. It was obvious that he was raised with great pampering. His eyes were dark and deep, and he looked around slowly and leisurely. He was completely different from the timid image that Zhou Ting had imagined of a boy who was bullied by powerful officials.

As if noticing his gaze, the little emperor sneered, "I thought Lord Zhou would be different, but I didn't expect that he is no different from those short-sighted people."

Zhou Ting was shocked, knowing that he had mistaken the person: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I was disrespectful just now!"

Xie Lang ignored his apology and continued leisurely, "It is true that I am weak, but temporary weakness does not mean I will be weak forever. I know that many people in the court are dissatisfied with Prime Minister Ning. I think that as a member of the royal family, I should be the most qualified to compete with him."

Zhou Ting said bitterly: "...Yes."

Everyone understands the truth, but how many people are really willing to wait for the little emperor to grow up?

After all, an emperor who has not received orthodox imperial education and is confined in the palace is not capable of winning the support of the people.

Xie Lang smiled deeply, and he stepped forward to help Zhou Ting up. "I understand Mr. Zhou's worries. Wait and see what happens to that man, and then make a decision."

It is true that Xie Lang is short of people, but he needs loyalty more. If Zhou Ting is not sincere, he will never put people in the center of power.

When employing people, it is important to have quality rather than quantity.

Zhou Ting exhaled lightly and said solemnly: "Yes."

After a few more words, the little emperor's gaze was so intimidating that Zhou Ting rubbed his stiff knees and walked out of the hall.

Huo Ping found the little emperor more and more interesting, and was puzzled when he saw this: "Your Majesty just let him go like this."

"Yes." Xie Lang turned his gaze towards him, his eyes sharp, "Commander Huo, I have asked you to do something."

The Grand Tutor protected him, but he couldn't live under the Grand Tutor's protection forever. As a growing wolf cub, he also needed to sharpen his claws and fangs.

Huo Ping: "Please give your orders, Your Majesty."

……

A few days later, Ning Zhang, a member of the Ministry of Works, was punished with fifteen lashes of the cane for visiting a prostitute and making a fool of himself. When the censors learned about this, they took the opportunity to write memorials to criticize him. The memorials flew to the cabinet like snowflakes, openly and secretly accusing Ning Hechu of not disciplining the younger generation in his family and bringing shame to Ning Hechu.

Visiting prostitutes has always been a taboo among civil servants. No one may care if it happens in private, but if it happens openly and causes trouble, it is a morally corrupt act of malfeasance that will make people laugh if caught.

Ning Hechu's face was gloomy and he had to temporarily suspend Ning Zhang's position.

When he returned to the mansion and saw Ning Zhang coming towards him with a face full of snot and tears, he felt a surge of anger in his heart and kicked Ning Zhang, making him kneel on the ground.

Ning Zhang also knew that he had committed a crime this time. He didn't have time to care about the pain in his body. He quickly hugged Ning Hechu's thigh and cried, "Uncle, I really didn't mean it. Please, please help me!"

"You didn't mean it?" Ning Hechu laughed out of anger, "You can't control your lower three ways or your brain. Why do you have to let those old censors catch you?"

Ning Zhang lowered his head, a hint of guilt flashing across his eyes.

Ning Hechu was so disappointed: "Stupid, you don't even know you've been tricked!"

There aren't so many coincidences in the world. Ning Hechu has been smart all his life, but he never expected that the people around him would be so stupid!

"What should I do, uncle? I, I really can't lose this job, otherwise my mother will beat me to death!"

Ning Zhang's face turned pale. He realized that he was in trouble and his only support was Ning Hechu.

Ning Hechu sneered, "You are so stupid and you still want me to help you. Go home and reflect on yourself. Don't come out and cause trouble for the time being!"

Ning Hechu has been having trouble with the aristocratic families recently, and he doesn't want to get into trouble again at this time.

Ning Zhang looked depressed. He knew it was useless to ask Ning Hechu for help, so he could only stand up and limp away.