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

Xie Lang was determined not to repent: "If I hadn't done this, you would have run away. Didn't I say that martial arts must be used against the enemy?"

But Xie Lang really didn't know at first that martial arts could be used in this way.

Wen Hemian is different from other women. Xie Lang cannot use his status to make her submit, nor can he adopt more radical methods, otherwise it will most likely backfire.

In fact, from this point of view, he felt that Wen Hemian was indeed quite tolerant of him.

"You are sophistry."

Wen Hemian had nothing to say.

"Let go. How long are you going to hold me? It will be bad if someone comes in and sees me."

Although her relationship with Xie Lang was a mess now, Wen Hemian was not prepared to deal with it head-on, let alone being caught by someone.

Xie Lang gritted his teeth, unwillingly saying, "No one will tell anyone, and Lai Xi knows about it."

Wen Hemian said again, neither lightly nor heavily, "Let go."

Xie Lang was just called by his name, and the excitement in his heart had not been suppressed yet. He felt a little excited. He pushed his tongue forward, trying to swallow the dryness in his throat, and gently kissed the person's hair before reluctantly letting go.

Wen Hemian wanted to say something several times, but when he saw Xie Lang's expectant eyes, he swallowed his words silently.

She had extremely complicated feelings.

There is something wrong with Xie Lang.

Discussions broke out in the capital, and as undercurrents surged, someone passed the news to outsiders.

When Prince Jia Xie Yong heard this bizarre rumor, he raised his eyebrows strangely: "Are you sure? The little emperor is obsessed with his teacher, so he found a substitute to keep by his side?"

Although Emperor Shun was incompetent in his later years, he still had the ruthless methods of an emperor, especially towards his brothers and sisters. If Xie Yong had not been the youngest at the time and had his maternal family to protect him, he might not have been able to survive and be sent to his fiefdom.

The fiefdom was barren and far away. Xie Yong was very dissatisfied at first, but later he found that although it was far away, it also had its advantages. It not only helped him avoid the attacks from the capital, but also allowed him to do some small tricks in secret. The emperor was far away and could not interfere with him.

He did not think that the young emperor who succeeded to the throne would pose any threat to him. He was just a child who came out of the cold palace, and it was uncertain whether he could grow up alive. Instead, he was more wary of the powerful official Ning Hechu who came from a humble family and his cronies.

At first, when he heard that Emperor Shun had appointed a tutor for the young emperor, he was a little surprised. After making inquiries, he found out that the tutor was the top scholar of that year and the prince of Huailing. It was said that the tutor was not very old, but was loyal to assist the young emperor.

So he decided to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the two tigers.

Who would have thought that they would actually wipe out Ning Hechu and his followers later on? Unfortunately, there was an epidemic in Jianghuai and the young tutor was assassinated by rebels on his way back and died.

Xie Yong also expressed that it was a pity that he had only seen his portrait but had never actually met this youngest top scholar.

It is said that it is a woman dressed as a man. It is interesting, really interesting.

He narrowed his eyes and was very interested: "The little emperor is really like his father. He doesn't care about meat or vegetables. He even misses his own teacher. I really want to see how similar they are. He was actually kidnapped into the palace."

His staff advised: "Your Highness, I heard that the young emperor has a cruel and violent temperament. You should not..."

Xie Yong tutted his words, quite dissatisfied: "Do you really need to intervene in my affairs? Besides, even if it's not good enough, I'm his uncle, how can you touch me?"

The staff was hesitant to speak, but Prince Jia had no one to discipline him when he was in his fiefdom. He was used to being a leader and would not tolerate others questioning his authority.

Seeing this, he shook his hand and said, "Alright, alright, I know the importance of this matter. The little emperor is smart. He eliminated the last spy in the palace a few years ago. It's just the right time to send a few beauties up there to see how he reacts."

Since ancient times, there has never been a shortage of beauties around the emperor.

The young emperor himself said that he would observe mourning for three years, but as soon as the three years were over, he immediately allowed a new person into the palace. Perhaps the influence of the imperial tutor was not that great. Sending beauties as gifts was a common tactic, and he did not believe that the young emperor had that much self-control.

The princes who were invited to come were basically those who were close to the royal family and had great power. Some were ambitious, while others wanted to live a peaceful life, but that didn't matter. Xie Lang had to make them realize their own status so that he could completely intimidate them.

Ye Zhaoxuan knew that he had done something wrong. After a few days of fear, he found out that the emperor did not send anyone to visit him. He was a little worried for a moment, not understanding what was going on.

But on second thought, I felt that even if it was clarified, it might not be of much use.

And he thought of an even more terrifying possibility -

Could it be that His Majesty had no intention of allowing Lord Wen to return to the court from the very beginning?

Three years ago, when the entire court learned Lord Wen’s true gender, they were shocked.

Some find it incredible, while others accuse it of being heretical.

But no matter which side they are on, no one can deny the achievements made by Wen Hemian during his reign.

That's not something you can do just by talking big.

The later establishment of a girls' school was also a tacit agreement among everyone who felt guilty.

In this way, if Wen Hemian was lucky enough to survive, it would be legitimate for him to return to the court.

However, this assumption is based on the fact that Your Majesty regards Lord Wen as a subject.

Since ancient times, it has been a taboo for the harem to interfere in the previous dynasty. Your Majesty, are you thinking of taking her into the palace and never letting her go?

Ye Zhaoxuan was so frightened by his own thoughts that his face turned pale.

Lord Wen was once the most outstanding official, and he could become the most outstanding female official in the future. It was a pity that his career ended here. He calmed himself down and decided to have a good talk with his colleagues, and everyone would help to deal with the situation together.

Right, that is it!

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On the eve of the Wanshou Festival, the invited princes arrived in the capital one after another.

Xie Lang did not give any of them any special privileges. They were all arranged to live in the inn. There were spies watching them secretly. The number of people they brought with them and what they brought were all sorted out and sent to the emperor as soon as possible.

Perhaps influenced by the rumors in the capital, many people included dancers and singers in their gift lists.

They were different from the officials in the capital who had suffered severe beatings. They did not understand Xie Lang's character and were full of tentative thoughts. They probably wanted to take this opportunity to test Xie Lang's true strength so as to decide their future attitude towards the central government.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the norm.

Wen Hemian was flipping through the gift list slowly, while Xie Lang, who was standing beside her, was staring at the list in her hand as if he were facing a great enemy. He sat upright with his back straight, but he felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.

"Nothing new."

After a long time, Wen Hemian put down the last gift list and made the following evaluation.

"But there are a lot of valuable things. Collecting them will fill up the national treasury. These vassal kings are all fat sheep."

Wen Hemian curved his lips, and his soft and peaceful smile made people shudder.