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

The young emperor had a sincere look in his eyes, with only her reflection in them. If it weren't for some forced actions at this moment, Wen Hemian would have really believed his lies!

Wen Hemian lowered his eyes and calmly tried to pry his hands away: "I didn't say I was leaving. Your Majesty, if you want to act pitiful, you have to know when to stop."

Wen Hemian pried open his fingers one by one and thought expressionlessly that Xie Lang's studies were too comprehensive, involving a little bit of everything, which made it increasingly difficult to cope with him.

Xie Lang didn't really use much strength. He watched Wen Hemian's movements with a smile.

Perhaps even Wen Hemian herself did not notice that, affected by this, her movements also began to become somewhat childish, lively and vivid, making Xie Lang's evil intentions stir.

He liked Wen Hemian, who was calm and capable of making plans, but he also hoped that she would not be so reserved in front of him.

Their relationship is no longer the simple teacher-student one it once was, and Wen Hemian can't always look at him as a child.

"Your Majesty." Wen Hemian called out in a warning tone and squinted at him, "Why don't you go and review the memorials?"

After being a hands-off boss for three years, Wen Hemian just didn't want to come back and do hard labor. This was all Xie Lang's job, so what was it for her to interfere?

Xie Lang withdrew his hand regretfully: "...I'll go right away."

At least he seems obedient now.

Wen Hemian had seen Xie Lang go crazy before, so he didn't dare to provoke him easily. Seeing that he went back obediently, he forced himself to cheer up and read the several memorials that Xie Lang brought over.

Fortunately, except for the first two letters that were just to make up the number, the rest of the memorials were very serious. One of them was from Lu Zishen, and it talked about the disaster in the north.

In ancient times, there were many natural disasters, especially in summer and winter. However, Lu Zishen was not mainly talking about the disasters, but was using this opportunity to talk about the vassal kings in the territories.

The feudal lords were a historical legacy, mostly granted to royal relatives. Initially, this was done to balance the forces of all parties. Later, as their ties with the central government became increasingly distant, they formed a separate force.

When Emperor Shun was in power, the princes were ready to make a move, but the struggle in the capital was fierce at that time and no one wanted to get involved, so they kept their distance for the time being.

Once the Ning Party was eliminated, there was a major reshuffle in the capital. Probably because they thought Xie Lang was young and easy to bully, they started to make small moves frequently again.

Their real purpose is to secretly recruit soldiers by appeasing the refugees.

Wen Hemian thought of a familiar word - reducing the power of the feudal lords.

I have only seen it in textbooks and historical materials, but I never expected that one day I would experience it myself.

No, she is not an official in the court now, so how she considers it is Xie Lang's business.

Wen Hemian took a deep breath, trying to stop worrying about his life.

But she doesn't want to be in charge, there are always people who want her to be in charge.

Xie Lang had finished the work at hand at some point, and looked at her with a smile on his face: "What did you see? You look so sad."

Wen Hemian was still not used to this aggressive wolf, so he frowned and asked, "When is your majesty going to reduce the power of the vassal states?"

Xie Lang raised his eyebrows: "See? Wait a few days later."

Wen Hemian finally came back, and Xie Lang enjoyed this moment of peace. Besides, he had not found the right opportunity and it was not suitable to start a war.

Since he had made the plan, Wen Hemian didn't want to say more. He picked up his pen to write his reply and then closed it carefully.

When Xie Langchu took over the government affairs, Wen Hemian couldn't bear to see him busy, so he helped him out. Therefore, it is not difficult to imitate his handwriting, but after three years, it is a bit awkward. I hope it won't be noticed.

"Why bother with so much trouble? Even if the Grand Master wrote it in his own handwriting, they wouldn't say anything." Xie Lang said softly, "He just fell off a cliff and his life or death is unknown. I will deal with any rumors."

Wen Hemian certainly knew that he could handle it.

"Forget it." Wen Hemian didn't want to see the court, which had just been stable for a short time, being disrupted again.

Xie Lang seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Perhaps Han Shuang is not willing to return to the court, and can stay in the harem and be my queen."

Wen Hemian: "...I refuse."

Her expression was indescribable, and she didn't know how she turned to this topic.

Xie Lang has many thoughts and always appears in unexpected places.

Xie Lang smiled awkwardly and retracted his gaze: "Okay."

After being rejected so many times, Xie Lang actually felt that it was not a big deal. He could not put on the condescending airs of a king in front of Wen Hemian.

Wen Hemian seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

His Majesty the Emperor is also an expert at changing his face.

After spending the whole morning in the imperial study, Wen Hemian felt a little hungry near noon. He had just eaten two pieces of cakes to fill his stomach when he caught a glimpse of Lai Xi peeking at the door out of the corner of his eye.

Wen Hemian said, "My Lord, you have something to do, why don't you come in?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Lang gave her a sharp look.

Under the strong pressure, Lai Xi stammered: "Your Majesty... the medicine is ready."

Lai Xi vaguely knew that His Majesty did not want Lord Wen to know about this, but the time had come and he had to take the medicine.

"What medicine?"

Wen Hemian had guessed something earlier, but since Xie Lang refused to reveal it, she had no choice.

Lai Xi lowered his head and pretended to be dead, not daring to look Wen Hemian in the eye.

Xie Lang calmly took over the topic: "It's just a tonic. Lai Xi, take the tutor to have dinner first."

Lai Xi heard a strong warning in this and quickly responded, "I obey your command."

He looked at Wen Hemian with melancholy. It was not that he didn't want to say it, but His Majesty didn't allow him to say it!

Wen Hemian pursed his lips and did not continue asking questions for Lai Xi's personal safety.

She found a clue today, and she will be able to figure it out tomorrow, so she shouldn't implicate others.

When she returned, she saw palace maids carrying flower pots back and forth. She took a look and Lai Xi explained, "His Majesty said that some flowers in the imperial garden are unlucky, so he asked us to dig them up and replant them."

Wen Hemian roughly knew which flower he was talking about, and she nodded calmly: "As long as Your Majesty is happy."

Perhaps because of her cold attitude, Lai Xi couldn't help but whispered, "Lord Wen, please allow me to speak my mind. In the past three years, His Majesty has been thinking about you all the time and has not been very happy. When you fell off the cliff, His Majesty was really sad for a long time. His Majesty clearly didn't allow others to say that you were gone, but he was worried that you had been wronged, so he privately set up a spirit tablet and often burned paper money on special days. Every time he stayed there for a whole night..."

Wen Hemian didn't know how Xie Lang had been spending the past three years. When he heard Lai Xi talking, he couldn't help but slow down his pace: "Is he, very sad?"

Thousands of miles away, Wen Hemian didn't know clearly.

Lai Xi nodded: "I heard from Lord Huo that at that time, His Majesty almost wanted to jump down to find you. Later, he was persuaded again and again, and slowly went down to the bottom of the cliff. He stayed up for more than ten days without sleep. When he came back, he fainted. His body was very weak."

"Your Majesty, I really care about you."