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

"Master, did you know that someone would assassinate him?"

After Huo Ping left, Xie Lang asked about the doubts that had been in his heart.

After learning about this, Wen Hemian's reaction was too calm, so calm that it seemed as if she knew this would happen in advance, and she even sent people to protect Lu Zishen.

Before this, no one could have predicted that Lu Zishen would be assassinated. Even if he was a master of foresight, it was impossible for him to miss everything, right?

When too many coincidences come together, they no longer seem like coincidences, but rather like... a conspiracy.

Xie Lang did not show his suspicion, but Wen Hemian had been with him for many years, so how could she not see the clues? She was a little entangled between concealing and being honest.

"It's not in advance. I just guessed that he might have this intention." Wen Hemian chose a compromise statement. She looked at Xie Lang and smiled slowly, "Perhaps Your Majesty doesn't know that Ning Hechu once tried to win me over."

Xie Lang was stunned for a moment: "I have indeed never heard the Grand Master mention it."

By the time he found out, Wen Hemian had already stood on the opposite side of Ning Hechu. As for things that happened even earlier, no one had ever mentioned them to him.

But if you think about it carefully, it actually makes sense.

The lineage of Prince Huailing has a grudge against the royal family. Wen Hemian is the only child of Prince Huailing and his wife, and is also the new top scholar. As long as Ning Hechu is not stupid, he will try to win her over for various reasons.

"It is undeniable that Ning Hechu was prudent about talent at the beginning, but as his power and status gradually expanded, the talents who were standing opposite him and growing vigorously became a threat to him. He was a powerful official, and what he feared was not only the new emperor who was gradually growing up, but also the people who could be trained to compete with him in the future."

Wen Hemian's tone was gentle.

"That's easy to guess. He can't touch me, let alone the heavily guarded palace. Starting with the ministers is the best option. Because he is sure that we won't rush to turn against him now, and he has already found a scapegoat, so there is no need to worry."

"The person who has the closest contact with us now, besides Ye Zhaoxuan, is only Lu Zishen. I am just taking a gamble. And if my guess is correct, Your Majesty should also have the idea of ​​monitoring Lu Zishen, right?"

Xie Lang had nothing to say: "Indeed."

Following this logic, everything seemed to make sense. Even though Xie Lang felt strange, he had to suppress it.

Seeing Xie Lang speechless, Wen Hemian knew that he had fooled him.

Her brows relaxed as she looked at the young man in front of her, speaking earnestly, "I know your majesty is afraid of the emergence of another Ning Hechu, but you are the king. If you keep holding power in your hands, you will not only get tired after a while, but you may also alienate the court officials. How to strike a balance between the two is something your majesty needs to figure out."

She knew Xie Lang's character too well. He was cold at heart and suitable to be a king, but his overly defensive character would make him extremely wary of the outside world. He would be on guard everywhere and it was hard to guarantee that he would not worry too much and backfire on himself.

"I understand, Master."

Xie Lang didn't look impatient at all. He glanced at Lai Xi who had retreated to the side at some point, and thought that Lai Xi was sensible. He then put on a sweet smile and said, "I will consider these things in the future. As long as the Master doesn't alienate me, then isn't that good enough?"

There was a hint of roguery in the boy's tone. He looked at Wen Hemian with grievance, without any airs of an emperor at all.

Lai Xi was having a hard time holding it in. If he wasn't used to it, he would have probably lost his composure at this moment.

Your Majesty is indeed too attached to Lord Wen.

The friendship that grows with you from childhood is ultimately incomparable.

"You..." Wen Hemian was amused by his act of changing the subject. If he refuted, he would go back to the beginning and simply didn't bother to argue, "Don't worry, this will never happen."

Wen Hemian felt that he was being very honest. The confusion he had been having for days seemed to have been dissipated, and everything became clear at that moment.

She had already made up her mind that when she could retire, she would confess everything to Xie Lang. It didn't matter whether she became an official or not, she just wanted to travel around.

I think the relationship that has lasted for many years won't cause too much trouble.

Wen Hemian thought with a relaxed mood.

"That's good."

Xie Lang also smiled from the bottom of his heart. He asked someone beside him to bring an ice towel, took Wen Hemian's hand, and bent down to apply it carefully to her.

There are many contradictions in Wen Hemian. Perhaps she herself has not noticed it, but Xie Lang has.

Although he is a martial artist, the skin on his hands is more tender than anyone else's. He just held the reins for a little too long, and now there is a red mark on his hands, which has not disappeared for a long time and looks somewhat scary.

Xie Lang felt a little dry in his throat, but he restrained himself and didn't think about anything. He just carefully wrapped her hands in the handkerchief.

"You don't have to be so careful, do you?"

Wen Hemian really didn't feel any pain. Her skin looked just like hers in modern times, all brittle. However, in modern times it was really brittle, but here it might simply be a physical problem, and even though it looked serious, it was actually nothing at all.

But Xie Lang was firm in his attitude. She wanted to pull her hand back, but couldn't.

Suddenly, I began to understand why Xie Lang dared not speak out when he was fooled by me a few years ago.

"That won't work."

Xie Lang refused without a second thought: "I have to behave well to please the Grand Master and his parents."

Wen Hemian: “…”

Look at what he said. If it were in a different scene, it would cause misunderstanding.

She was about to speak, but Xie Lang didn't give her a chance: "Besides, you are my teacher. It is only natural for me to be nice to you, isn't it? Lai Xi!"

Lai Xi was called suddenly and responded quickly: "The servant is here!"

"Go and fetch the new tribute of plaster."

Lai Xi agreed.

Wen Hemian knew that the newly tributed plaster was said to be made from herbs unique to a small country. It was very valuable, and only three small jars were produced a year at most. All of them were sent to Dazhao as a token of sincerity. It was said to be very effective in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Applying it to wounds could also speed up their healing.

She was really having a headache now: "Your Majesty, this is really unnecessary, right?"

Xie Lang remained silent, and demonstrated to her with his actions what it meant to refuse something that was ineffective. Lai Xi was quick and took it quickly.

The plaster had a special fragrance that was refreshing. Before Wen Hemian could even notice it, Xie Lang had almost finished applying it to her, and her hands didn't feel sticky at all.

She squeezed it subconsciously, and ended up holding the boy's fingertips before he could withdraw.

Xie Lang's heart trembled, not knowing what he was thinking of. Cang quickly withdrew his hand, took a step back, and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red.

His eyes widened slightly, like a frightened puppy.

Wen Hemian stared at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"