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

Zhou Ting had only been at home for a few days when he heard the news that Ning Zhang had been dismissed from his post and investigated. Not only that, the credits that had been taken away from him were returned to their original owners and credited to them again after investigation.

Thinking of the little emperor's determined eyes, Zhou Ting couldn't help but feel a little numb: "Your Majesty actually has this ability..."

Originally, it was thought that the little emperor was a puppet controlled by powerful officials. Now it seems that everyone is short-sighted and it is time to overturn this idea.

Seeing him in a daze, his colleague bumped his shoulder and asked, "What are you mumbling about?"

"No!" Zhou Ting suddenly came back to his senses, startling his colleagues. He looked around and made sure no one noticed him. Then he said to his colleagues with shining eyes, "I have some urgent matters at home. Please help me. I will definitely thank you later!"

Colleague: "Go ahead, it's nothing to do anyway."

Zhou Ting thanked him and left in a hurry.

Colleagues looked at his back and said, "What a weird guy..."

……

Of course Zhou Ting didn't dare to rush into the palace to see the little emperor. He returned home, carefully wrote a letter, and had someone secretly deliver it to the palace.

Huo Ping asked someone to keep an eye on the area near Zhou's house and smoothly delivered the letter to Xie Lang.

Wen Hemian was also in the palace at that time. She glanced at the young boy's expression and asked, "Is it done?"

"Yeah." After reading it, Xie Lang put the letter on the candle and burned it, lowering his eyes with a mature and calm expression.

Wen Hemian often felt amused and distressed. She patted the child on the shoulder and said, "I was wondering how Ning Zhang's affair was exposed. It's great that Alang can do this."

Xie Lang knew what it meant to protect himself. He did not get directly involved, but just went with the flow, making Ning Hechu think that it was his political enemies who did it. He was very good at diverting conflicts.

Xie Lang subconsciously leaned closer to her, feeling somewhat happy about being praised, yet also a little embarrassed and uneasy: "Yeah."

Wen Hemian then rewarded him with another pat on the head.

I feel more and more that this child is like a puppy begging for reward.

It’s just that it used to be a drowned puppy, but now it’s a precious puppy.

It has been more than half a year since I took over Xie Lang. Watching Xie Lang grow taller little by little, I can't help but sigh that time flies. Wen Hemian is happy in his heart: "Mid-Autumn Festival is just a few days away. Have you tried the clothes you sent me to find a good fit?"

Xie Lang was not interested in it, but since the Master liked it, he accepted it and said, "The waistline is a little small, send it back for alterations."

Wen Hemian nodded: "That should be about right. There will be a banquet in the palace, and it will be a rare opportunity to have close contact with court officials. Even if I can't show my edge for the time being, I don't want people to see my embarrassed side."

Impression points are important.

Xie Lang whispered, "You don't have to worry about this, Master. Their attention is probably focused on Ning Hechu. How could they give me any time?"

Wen Hemian said meaningfully: "That's not necessarily true."

At least from her perspective, some neutral parties were still silently watching the new emperor.

Xie Lang felt that there was something else behind the Grand Tutor's words, but Wen Hemian obviously did not intend to discuss it with him in detail, so he just passed it over with a few words.

After Ning Zhang was dismissed, a vacancy became available in the Ministry of Works. Wen Hemian pushed behind the scenes and picked an honest and capable man in the original book to take the position. She told Xie Lang about it to show that this man was trustworthy.

Xie Lang did not have too many doubts about this: "I believe in what the Grand Master believes in."

Most of the trust that Xie Lang could give was placed on Wen Hemian.

Wen Hemian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you really not afraid that I will sell you out?"

The young boy said seriously: "Master, you won't."

Wen Hemian curled his eyes: "Indeed."

A banquet was held in the palace during the Mid-Autumn Festival, organized by the Ministry of Rites.

The positions on the emperor's left and right were occupied by Ning Hechu and Wen Hemian respectively. The left was respected in Dazhao, and the meaning of this arrangement was self-evident. Wen Hemian didn't mind it, but Xie Lang was not very happy about it.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to confront Ning Hechu head-on. He feels aggrieved and can only endure it temporarily.

The outcome of Ning Hechu's fight with the aristocratic family has not yet come out, but it still does not hinder his glory. There is an endless stream of people coming to toast at the banquet, all of whom are watched coldly by Xie Lang, who is thinking in his heart what to do next.

Ye Zhaoxuan managed to recover and was able to walk. He quietly approached Wen Hemian and raised his glass to her: "Taifu, please forgive me. I cannot drink for the time being, so I will use tea instead of wine to show my gratitude."

"Okay." Wen Hemian raised his glass and took a sip. The wine was sweet and not too strong. "Go back quickly. Ning Hechu's sharp eyes are about to cut you to pieces."

Ye Zhaoxuan waved his hand casually, a typical example of a person who believes that too much debt is not a burden: "Holding a grudge once is still a grudge, holding a grudge twice is still a grudge, so why not just do it all at once?"

Wen Hemian admired his mentality: "Lord Ye is righteous."

Having said that, Ye Zhaoxuan did not stay too long. He chatted with Wen Hemian for a few minutes and then returned to his seat.

Seeing the little emperor sitting there all alone without anyone to talk to, Wen Hemian felt pity for him and decisively took him away halfway through the palace banquet.

Huo Ping was in charge of the defense of the palace, so he basically didn't have to worry about security issues. They didn't have a chance to eat at the banquet, and when Lai Xi saw them coming back, he hurried over to bring out the mooncakes that he had prepared in advance. There were both sweet and salty flavors, and they could be eaten with tea without being greasy.

Chrysanthemums of various colors were blooming beautifully in the courtyard, stretching out their petals to their heart's content, vying with each other for beauty. Lai Xi brought in a small table, and Wen Hemian and Xie Lang sat under the eaves and chatted idly.

"How many people can be used at the palace banquet tonight, Your Majesty?"

Wen Hemian knew the general idea, but it would be inappropriate for her to say it directly, so she planned to guide Xie Lang to find it out step by step.

Xie Lang took a bite of the mooncake and found that it was made of five nuts. He frowned, put it down, and pushed it aside without making a sound. He said seriously, "Less than half."

This is a very forced statement. Let alone half, even if it is halved again, it is hard to say.

Wen Hemian caught a glimpse of his little action and laughed: "Look at it from a bright side, at least there are still people. Besides, Your Majesty, when did you start to learn to waste food?"

Perhaps because he had suffered in the past, Xie Lang was always very thrifty with food and never wasted anything on weekdays. It was the first time that Wen Hemian saw him look particularly disgusted with any food, which looked a bit childish and cute.

"It tastes terrible." Xie Lang had never eaten anything that tasted so strange before. He frowned and said, "I don't want to eat it."

Wen Hemian didn't say anything reproachful, but curled his lips: "It doesn't matter, Your Majesty is still young and has the qualifications to be picky."

Xie Lang was unhappy: "I want to grow up quickly."

As he spoke, he glanced to the side and was almost dazzled by the Grand Tutor's smile. No matter how many times he saw him, the Grand Tutor was always stunning. If it weren't for his high enough status, he would have been targeted by some people with dirty intentions.

Wen Hemian laughed at him for being so immature, but seeing the moon at its zenith and the harmonious atmosphere, he finally smiled and comforted him: "It's another full moon. After crossing this hurdle, Your Majesty will be one step closer to growing up."

At the same time as the words fell, there was a soft and warm force on his head, which touched the softest part of Xie Lang's heart.

He subconsciously rubbed her palm and said "hmm" softly.