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

Xie Lang pondered and felt that his tutor was probably already planning how to kill someone.

"The Dazhao treasury is tight. We have supported them for so many years, and it is time for them to make some contributions."

Wen Hemian didn't think there was anything wrong.

As long as the feudal lords are not weakened, troubles will exist. We should solve the problems as soon as possible. Otherwise, just keeping idle people will be enough to drag down the national treasury.

Issues that the ancestors did not consider need to be gradually improved by the younger generations when they are in charge of the government.

Xie Lang nodded to show that he understood, and his eyes couldn't help but look a little disappointed: "Besides this, doesn't Han Shuang care about anything else?"

Those dancers and singers, please give them a mention.

How come it doesn't taste good at all?

"Hmm?" Wen Hemian was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and said with a smile, "It's okay, I believe Your Majesty will handle it."

"I've already told you to call me Huaichuan." Xie Lang snorted in dissatisfaction. His mood undeniably improved because of these words of belief.

Well, he had never intended to let these people make trouble in front of Wen Hemian.

If Wen Hemian really cared about it, he might even be angry at his distrust.

It should be said or not, they must be the people who understand each other best in this world.

A hint of smile flashed across Wen Hemian's eyes: "Okay."

Xie Lang happily ended the topic with a slightly cold expression on his face: "As soon as they arrived, they were eager to inquire about your news. Do they really think that I am a lustful person?"

Wen Hemian kindly reminded: "You are not, the late emperor is."

They don't understand Xie Lang, and because of preconceived ideas, Xie Lang's image will inevitably be influenced by the previous emperor.

Xie Lang complained: "Who wants to be associated with him?"

The late emperor didn't care at all about how much suffering he had endured in the cold palace. He chose him to be the crown prince because he had no other choice. Without Wen Hemian, Xie Lang would have had to pay a huge price to get to where he is today.

Wen Hemian said: "That's true."

“When they see the Master, they will be shocked.”

Xie Lang understood Wen Hemian's intention of allowing the spread of this false news. Although he was still unhappy, he felt much better when he thought about the different expressions he would see on the day of the banquet.

Wen Hemian laughed: "Do you think I'm a bomb?"

"What is a bomb?" Xie Lang was puzzled.

"..." Wen Hemian was silent for a moment after letting the cat out of the bag. "It's a weapon. My parents are having people develop it. It's very powerful."

It is not a lie to say this. Many modern concepts are also applicable to the present. Weapons can be used but not needed. There are many talented people and hidden talents on the border. Under the strong suggestion of Wen Hemian, weapons research has been ongoing.

"So that's how it is." Xie Lang nodded, looking serious, "It's about the same."

Wen Hemian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

A few days passed quickly.

The altered clothes were sent back, and Wen Hemian put them on again. As expected, they fit perfectly, not an inch more or less around the waist, which was amazing.

With Xie Lang’s vision, it would be a shame if he didn’t become a tailor.

Wen Hemian smiled and shook his head, shaking off the thoughts in his mind.

The emperor's birthday must be a grand occasion. Looking around, the palace servants were busy changing the lanterns to more festive ones. Lai Xi was also busy giving orders. Knowing that Wen Hemian was not good at dressing up, he specially sent a little palace maid to serve her.

Coincidentally, it was the little palace maid who almost bumped into her last time.

"This dress looks good on you, young lady." The little maid put a hairpin on her, her eyes sparkling. She smiled and asked softly, "Young lady, are you going to attend the palace banquet with His Majesty tonight?"

The young palace maid was named Lan Xin. She was in her early fourteen years old and had just been in the palace for two years. She did not know Wen Hemian's identity, and those who knew did not dare to tell her much. In short, everyone called her "girl".

There were many rumors outside, but only those who served him understood that His Majesty was actually very good to this girl. Not only did he give her all the good things, but even the extremely noble emperor was very obedient in front of this girl and would never go against her will.

His Majesty is not controlled by the aristocratic families. Judging from her attitude, even if this girl is not the queen in the future, she will be a favorite concubine. It is better to be careful.

Lan Xin is also a very smart person.

"Correct."

How could Wen Hemian not see what the little palace maid was thinking? She explained: "But it may not be what you imagine."

Lan Xin blinked in confusion, not understanding.

Before she could ask more questions, someone outside came to greet her. Lan Xin quickly stepped aside and followed suit, saying, "Your Majesty."

Xie Lang waved his hand to signal them to retreat.

"The time has come. Is Han Shuang ready?"

Wen Hemian inexplicably felt that this sentence was strange. She suppressed her thoughts and nodded: "Let's go."

Xie Lang smiled and walked forward, taking her hand a little forcefully, saying with a smile: "Well, let's go."

After being unable to refuse so many times, Wen Hemian became numb and a little accustomed to it. When he got closer, he found that the clothes on Xie Lang were different from his own in terms of color, but the patterns were very similar to his.

A word popped up involuntarily in my mind - couple outfits.

Realizing what he was thinking, Wen Hemian took a breath and ignored Xie Lang's inquiring look.

The banquet venue was not far from here. Xie Lang held her hand and walked all the way. Fortunately, he still had some rationality and let go of her hand when they were about to go in.

If Wen Hemian became his vassal, he would be blamed even if he returned to the court in the future. Xie Lang was clear about this matter. They had a long time to come and there was no need to rush.

But even so, when the two of them entered the banquet together, there was still an uproar.

Ye Zhaoxuan and Lu Zishen had indescribable complex expressions on their faces. Some of Wen Hemian's former close subordinates accidentally knocked over their teacups, and some were trembling all over, including those who had impeached her...

Everyone, at the same time, stared at the familiar face.

If you fall off a cliff, there is almost no chance of survival.

Only a few people know the inside story.

More people are shouting in their hearts——

Isn't this really the same person!

Wen Hemian quickly solved their doubts.

When there was no one else in the harem, the emperor's favorite concubine should sit with the emperor to serve him. Wen Hemian walked to the front and parted ways with Xie Lang, sitting in that familiar seat.

Everyone: "..."

The whole place was silent.

Only the foreign vassal kings looked at Wen Hemian curiously, muttering something in their hearts.

Wen Hemian: “…”

I expected to be surprised, but I didn't expect to be so surprised.

She tried to keep herself calm, but she felt a little panicked.

Why are you staring at her? Have you forgotten what day it is today?

But soon, the emperor swept his majestic and indifferent eyes around and said in a cold voice: "Today is the birthday of my master. Why are you staring at my master? Are you not happy that my master is back?"

Who dares to sing a different tune at this time?

The ministers waved their hands again and again: "No, no!"