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

Wen Hemian stopped Xie Lang from writing another calligraphy for her.

She felt ashamed of Xie Lang's speed in changing his expression, and didn't know how the boy managed to switch so fluently.

She pondered for a while and said, "Lu Zishen can be used in an important position."

As far as she knows, when Lu Zishen was rescued by Liu Qiongyue, he was not only injured but also had lost his memory. However, he was able to pick up what he had learned in a short period of time and became the top scholar. It can only be said that he is worthy of being the male protagonist and is very talented.

Xie Lang glanced at her sideways: "Taifu seems to be very concerned about this person."

In the past, when there were capable people, he would just mention them in front of him, but this was not the first time for Lu Zishen.

Wen Hemian lowered his eyes: "He can be used, that is, he can become a close minister to your majesty."

The close ministers are different from ordinary ministers. They are the emperor's confidants and the first choice of the future cabinet.

Xie Lang's expression finally became slightly serious: "Master, can you tell me why?"

This is not something you can talk about... Wen Hemian rarely kept it a secret: "I am just suggesting. As for whether or not to use him, it depends on your Majesty's own observation. For other reasons, Your Majesty, can I keep it secret for a while?"

Under the current circumstances, the male protagonist cannot threaten Xie Lang's throne. If Xie Lang is willing, it would be best for him to establish a good relationship with him and become a wise monarch and a loyal minister. If Xie Lang is unwilling, Wen Hemian will not force him.

It’s hard to say what fate is.

Wen Hemian was so frank about concealing something, so Xie Lang had nothing to say. He frowned and thought, "Let's wait and see. If he really has talent, I will make use of him."

As for close ministers, over the years, Xie Lang has only had Wen Hemian and Huo Ping by his side.

Wen Hemian stopped trying to persuade her further.

After this conversation, Xie Lang's bad mood, which had just arisen, was immediately gone. He waved away the eunuchs who were serving him, and excitedly pulled Wen Hemian to sit on the chair and show her what he had written.

"Taifu, please take a look at the arrangements for the birthday banquet. Is this okay?"

The emperor's birthday banquet is usually held in grand style. Xie Lang took part of the arrangements himself. The first thing was the seating arrangement. He had been unhappy with Ning Hechu for a long time!

The seat closest to him is only occupied by the Grand Tutor, so who the hell is Ning Hechu?

Wen Hemian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't care about it at all, why do you care so much?"

"That's different." Xie Lang helped her pick up a strand of hair that was about to fall from her shoulder and put it behind her back. "My birthday banquet must naturally be based on my preferences."

Wen Hemian retorted without words: "Yes, whoever's birthday is the biggest."

"That's the arrangement then." Xie Lang finalized, his voice cheerful and cheerful, "I really want that day to come sooner."

On his birthday in previous years, Wen Hemian would always prepare some strange and weird things. That was the gift Xie Lang looked forward to the most, different from any other gift.

He could tell the difference between the former being sincere and the latter being full of flattery.

The weather was a bit hot and humid, and the young man, full of anger, approached her unconsciously, his hand touching hers. In addition to the refreshing scent of soapberries, there was also an unignorable heat. Wen Hemian sighed in her heart and raised her hand to push him away.

Xie Lang noticed her little action and suddenly felt a little aggrieved: "Taifu, why did you push me away?"

Xie Lang is not a fool. He can see that Wen Hemian has been distant from him in the past two years. He didn't take it seriously at first, but now it is becoming more and more obvious.

He didn't understand why Wen Hemian suddenly stopped him from getting close to her.

"It's hot." Wen Hemian didn't expect that he would point it out to him in person. He coughed guiltily, "It's so embarrassing to be crowded together like this."

Xie Lang didn't care. He moved closer again, looking very obedient, but his tone was extremely rebellious: "It doesn't matter. The Master and I are both men. Besides, no one else will see us. I'm not embarrassed, so is the Master embarrassed about me?"

He frowned, his eyes looking expectant.

Wen Hemian: “…”

What can I say? I can't say that I'm not a man, right?

In the end, I could only nod my head with difficulty: "It's up to you."

Xie Lang's face suddenly brightened.

-

The emperor's birthday is also known as the Wanshou Festival.

Literally meaning: may you live forever.

But it was the first time for Xie Lang to celebrate his own birthday.

At first, no one helped him. Later, when he could do it, he didn't want to do it himself. This was a signal that the little emperor would one day raise his sword against the powerful officials.

Ning Hechu arrived not too late. He saw that Wen Hemian was already sitting at the lower left of the emperor. Another seat next to her had been removed. He narrowed his eyes coldly, and his gaze met hers from a distance.

Wen Hemian smiled at him calmly.

It was because he was short-sighted that he had not expected that the immature and reckless young top scholar could actually lead the little emperor to become his enemy. Fortunately, it was not too late to discover it now.

Ning Hechu snorted coldly, frightening the eunuch leading the way and trembling: "Sir Ning, your position has arrived..."

The seats were arranged by Xie Lang. He didn't want to be bothered by it, so he simply arranged Ning Hechu and his group to sit in a corner. Faced with such treatment, Ning Hechu was not angry.

He sat down leisurely, looked at the little emperor coming from the back hall, and smiled: "Sure enough, he still has the mentality of a child."

……

He could see Wen Hemian as soon as he raised his eyes, and Xie Lang was very satisfied with the position he had arranged for him.

The emperor took his seat and the ceremonial officer announced the start of the banquet.

Xie Lang had long been tired of the singing and dancing in the palace and watched them inattentively. Slowly, his eyes moved to Wen Hemian.

First-rank civil officials wore red official robes embroidered with cranes, with only subtle distinctions made in the patterns.

The official uniform of Wen Hemian was specially made by Xie Lang in the palace. The material was more luxurious and comfortable. The cuffs and corners of the robe were embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns with silver thread, and the white jade laces outlined her slightly thin waist. When she wore it, she looked calm and cold, and her appearance was compelling.

Xie Lang lowered his eyes and took a sip of wine.

Today's wine seems to be much stronger. After one glass, my heart begins to burn.

Ning Hechu is a thousand-year-old old fox. Wen Hemian expected that just changing his seat would not be enough to break his defense. However, he did not expect that he would be even calmer than he thought and did not show any emotion at all.

Most of the original book's writing focuses on the two protagonists. Xie Lang, as the ultimate villain, is described in great detail, while Ning Hechu, as his enemy, is not so clearly described and is mostly just mentioned in a few sentences. Wen Hemian has to figure everything out on his own, which is a difficult task.

Wen Hemian withdrew her gaze, and when she saw Xie Lang, her eyes paused - how come Xie Lang got drunk when she wasn't watching him for a while?

Feeling the gaze of Lord Wen, Lai Xi made a bitter face and squinted his eyes to show that he really couldn't stop him!

Wen Hemian sighed, stood up and walked towards the back hall.

As expected, the little emperor quickly stood up after seeing her actions and slowly followed her.

Xie Lang followed without saying a word, so when Wen Hemian suddenly turned around, he didn't react.

There was just something stuffed in his arms.

Wen Hemian smiled softly: "Look, telescope, birthday gift."