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

After Wen Hemian sat down, Lai Xi cleared his throat and then began to read the imperial edict.

"The Emperor, in compliance with the Will of Heaven, proclaims that Grand Tutor Wen Hemian is a man of profound knowledge of classics and history, knowledgeable about worldly affairs, and of noble character and conduct... I commend him greatly, and hereby appoint him as the Minister of Personnel. I decree this!"

Lai Xi's voice was as feminine as usual for eunuchs, yet at the same time full of emotion. He read the imperial edict with such cadence that his voice was a little dry after he finished reading it.

The people nearby quickly brought him some water, and Qingyun also stepped forward and gave him a small treasure bag.

Lai Xi weighed it briefly and knew what was inside. He lowered his head and said, "Master Wen, this is not acceptable..."

If Your Majesty knew that they accepted Lord Wen’s gifts, I would not know how to hold them accountable.

Wen Hemian interrupted him: "Just take it if I give it to you."

There must be a reason for the existence of some tacit rules, and it is worth the effort for them to make this trip.

Lai Xi was stunned at first, then he didn't know what he was thinking of, and he put the brocade bag in his pocket: "Okay! Thank you, Lord Wen!"

After that, he asked casually, "Sir Wen, are you going to the palace today?"

Wen Hemian looked over with a half-smile: "Did you ask this or did His Majesty ask this?"

Xie Lang has grown to this age, and Wen Hemian has taught him everything he should have. As for how to be a king, she can no longer play a big role except assisting and guiding him, so the lectures have been changed to once a month, and she will go to the palace separately when she has something to do.

But under normal circumstances, either His Majesty the Emperor would sneak out, or he would find ways to keep her after the court meeting, and he was extremely clingy.

The child is grown up, and because of the difference between boys and girls, Wen Hemian deliberately keeps a distance from him. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to rely on her so much in everything in the future. This would not be a good habit.

Lai Xi scratched his head, smiled and said nothing.

Wen Hemian was helpless: "Okay, I understand, I will enter the palace today."

Since you asked, it means you are well prepared.

As expected, just as she finished her words, Lai Xi said, "There is a carriage ready for Lord Wen outside the palace. It is the emperor's imperial chariot. Those people dare not stop it."

As soon as the imperial edict was issued, it was expected that it would cause a huge uproar. Xie Lang did not allow her to go on stage today, probably because of this reason. Once she entered the palace, the ministers would not be able to bother her.

It can be said that every aspect has been carefully considered.

After a short delay, Wen Hemian thought it was almost time to leave the court, so he stood up and said, "Let's go."

Lai Xi stepped forward to lead the way. Apart from the two secret guards who always followed him, Wen Hemian did not bring any followers.

The carriage was also familiar to her, as she had ridden it many times over the years, rumbling all the way to the palace gate.

On the way, she happened to meet officials who were leaving the court. Through the semi-transparent curtains, Wen Hemian could sense their gazes cast at her and the sound of their whispers.

"I really don't understand, does Your Majesty trust her to this extent?"

"If it weren't for the preconceived notion, how could she compare to the old officials in the court in terms of seniority?"

"That's right, your Majesty is really naive and doesn't know the wickedness of human nature. Don't you worry that she will become the next..."

The voice became quieter and quieter until it was almost inaudible. It was obvious that he was afraid of something, but Wen Hemian just wanted to laugh.

Naive? Who gave them the courage to say that about the little emperor? Aren't they afraid that Xie Lang would tear their heads off?

Wen Hemian was thinking carelessly, and just as he was about to let his mind go, he heard a neither humble nor arrogant voice coming from outside: "I strongly disagree with what you gentlemen said."

Something familiar.

Wen Hemian lifted the curtain and saw that it was Lu Zishen.

The hero of the original book is also the number one scholar in the first imperial examination after Xie Lang ascended the throne. He studied hard in the Hanlin Academy for three years and was finally promoted last year. Now he is the Grand Secretary of the Zhanshi Mansion and has a say in the court.

As soon as he said this, several old men became unhappy and said with a frown: "Then tell us what you have to say! We want to see what you have to say!"

Lu Zishen chuckled: "From what you said, I heard that the selection of officials is based on seniority. The so-called seniority is nothing more than age. According to this statement, doesn't it mean that the imperial examination also gives priority to the older ones, rather than selecting the virtuous and capable?"

"These two are different, how can they be confused?"

Lu Zishen: "But there are similarities. They both refer to the selection of talents by the imperial court. As you all know, the current emperor appoints people based on their merits. How can he easily judge based on qualifications alone? If that were the case, wouldn't you..."

He glanced at the old ministers and added slowly, "... should they all be made dukes and appointed prime ministers?"

"Pfft-"

This commotion was quite loud, and some onlookers couldn't help but laugh.

The old ministers who were implicated were so angry that their faces changed. They pointed at him tremblingly and couldn't say a word for a long time: "You...you! You are making up nonsense!"

Lu Zishen calmly put his hands in his pockets and said, "I am just telling the truth."

"Lord Lu is very eloquent."

At some point, the slowly moving carriage stopped, and the person who was the center of their discussion was sitting in the carriage, watching the show from afar.

She even clapped her hands with interest.

His eyes fell on the old officials who were shouting, and he said tactfully: "If you are unable to walk, please do not delay. There are imperial doctors in the palace, not far away. I will send someone to ask them to come and check on you."

"As the old saying goes, don't be afraid to seek medical attention if you are ill."

There is nothing more embarrassing than being caught talking behind someone's back. Lu Zishen and Wen Hemian are more annoying than each other. Those old ministers are really not to be trifled with. After being provoked by this, they immediately quickened their pace.

"No, let's go on our own!"

Wen Hemian was watching in person, and they all had to behave themselves. In an instant, the palace was cleared out at an unprecedented speed, and in a moment, only a few people were left.

Lu Zishen put away his smile, bowed to Wen Hemian, and left.

Wen Hemian pondered: "It's a pity that Master Lu is not an imperial censor."

This person has a sharp tongue.

It can no longer emit light or heat.

What happened on the palace road reached Wen Hemian's ears before he met Xie Lang.

If you don't control the strength of the pen well, a heavy ink spot will fall on the white paper in an instant, ruining the words that were about to be written.

His eyes were gloomy. "It seems that my methods were too gentle, which gave them the courage to dare anyone to dance in front of the Master!"

The eunuch was timid and didn't dare to respond.

Wen Hemian walked in from outside upon hearing the voice, and was not surprised at all: "You found out so soon?"

Xie Lang snorted coldly and put down the pen in his hand: "Of course, the movements in the palace cannot be hidden from me."

Xie Lang is confident that he must keep his territory firmly in his hands no matter what.

Wen Hemian said "hmm", picked up his calligraphy and took a look: "It's pretty good, what a waste."

Xie Lang's expression suddenly softened: "If you like it, Master, I will write another one for you."