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

Xie Lang was a little unwilling to give up: "Why?"

Wen Hemian smiled and said, "You also know that you have never seen this thing. This is called sweet potato. It was found overseas. The rest must be saved for seeds. When the next wave of seeds are planted, it will probably be August or September."

Xie Lang realized that something was unusual when he heard this: "Could this be the high-yield crop that the Grand Master mentioned?"

Xie Lang often heard some new words from Wen Hemian. He had a good memory and could suddenly pick out a few of them.

"Yeah." Wen Hemian said with a smile, "I snatched these two from Uncle Liu with great difficulty. Eat them quickly, they won't taste good if they get cold."

"The Master eats too."

After hearing this, Xie Lang took the sweet potato he had bitten, put it down for the time being, turned around to peel another one, and then diligently put it in Wen Hemian's hands.

Wen Hemian teased, "If you like it so much, why don't you give it back to me?"

What had Wen Hemian not eaten in modern times? She mainly wanted to give Xie Lang a taste. It didn't matter if she ate it herself or not. There would be more in the future. It would just take some time.

Xie Lang's face was serious: "We share the happiness. The Grand Master treats me so well. How can our friendship be measured by a mere sweet potato?"

Xie Lang can talk.

Each of them ate a sweet potato. The sweet potatoes here had not been cultivated in later generations, so they were not very big. They just regarded it as an afternoon dessert, which did not take up much space in the stomach.

After eating the sweet potatoes, both of them sat on the small couch, reading memorials and chatting about things.

Xie Lang: "I heard that the Grand Tutor has cleaned up the Ministry of Personnel?"

"Almost." Wen Hemian expressed his opinion, "The situation of the Ministry of Personnel is like this, and the other five ministries are not much better. Let's take it slowly in the future."

Xie Lang narrowed his eyes and sneered, "They just need to be disciplined. There are still memorials. Sooner or later, I will make them change."

Ever since he first came into contact with memorials, Xie Lang hated these long, boring articles. Many years have passed, but his original intention has not changed.

Wen Hemian agreed with this: "It really needs to be changed."

Just a few sentences doomed the officials of Dazhao to a difficult life of reform in the future.

But these are things for later.

As they chatted, Xie Lang calmly turned the topic to Wen Hemian: "Master, do you think it's fun outside the capital?"

Wen Hemian was puzzled: "Huh? Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Xie Lang sighed softly, and he looked up at the window: "I just regret that I don't have the chance to go out for a walk."

Fighting with Ning Hechu would mean trapping himself in the capital, wouldn't he?

What Xie Lang saw was what the people below him wanted him to see. The capital city was prosperous, but he had no idea what the situation was like in places farther away.

So he really liked listening to Wen Hemian talk about those novel experiences.

Wen Hemian noticed the loneliness in the boy's eyes. He felt distressed but also laughed a little. He softened his voice and began to coax the child: "You are so young, what regrets are there to talk about? After the court is settled, Your Majesty can go wherever you want."

Xie Lang added: "I want the Master to accompany me."

"You're such a clingy person!" She scolded with a smile, "Okay, okay, I promise you."

Xie Lang was too good at acting like a spoiled child. Wen Hemian was really worried that if she refused him, the boy would just cry in front of her. As long as he wasn't in front of outsiders, he never cared about his face.

I don't know who spoiled it.

Xie Lang smiled happily: "I knew that Master Tai was the best to me."

Wen Hemian did not comment.

After traveling through the book, apart from the servants and secret guards around her, the person she had spent the longest time with was Xie Lang. From missions to concerns, after so many years, Xie Lang had long become one of her anchors.

Many times, she was able to use this to feel that she was real - she was really living again.

She originally had many concerns about her identity, but looking at Xie Lang's expression now, it shouldn't be a big problem for her to confess, right?

-

Facts have proved that almost no one would dislike doing less work for the same money. Except for Min Rong's occasional cold eyes, everyone was working happily and his little action did not cause any waves at all.

He wanted to report this matter to the Censor, but Ye Zhaoxuan had now successfully infiltrated the ranks of the Censors, so this insignificant matter was directly blocked and would not have the chance to be brought to the court at all.

When he and Ye Zhaoxuan had a small gathering, he made no secret of his contempt for this man: "He only cares about fighting for power and profit, and thinks that everyone is like him, but he doesn't know that everyone wants to do their work in peace and just take care of their own little piece of land."

"But Hanshuang, I think your position is really hated by others."

Ye Zhaoxuan leaned back lazily, curled his lips and raised his eyebrows. After being in the officialdom for a long time, he became slick and sophisticated.

He and Wen Hemian were in the same imperial examination group. Ever since that brief conversation outside the palace six years ago, he had firmly stood on the side of the royalist party. He and Wen Hemian were close friends and had helped him a lot both openly and secretly.

Wen Hemian pretended to be a man because Prince Huailing and his wife were unable to come back. The coming-of-age ceremony for her at the age of twenty was presided over by a familiar minister in the cabinet, and the little emperor watched the ceremony. However, the calligraphy was chosen by the couple and sent back from thousands of miles away.

If the name implies their wish for their child to be safe and sound, then the character represents how they hope Wen Hemian will look when he grows up.

They hope that Wen Hemian will always maintain his prudent and honest character and be a wise minister.

Of course, the prerequisite is that the young emperor must have the ability, otherwise, like the previous emperor, it would be better not to assist.

Wen Hemian shrugged: "There's nothing I can do about it. I've chosen this path myself, and I'm going to follow it to the end no matter what."

"It's only because Ning Hechu is still here. If he, the biggest threat, is gone, those old censors may not be as tolerant of you as they are now." Ye Zhaoxuan told him what he knew. "Fortunately, the newcomers in the past two years are more convinced of you, so it's not too difficult for me to blend in with them."

Those who have been in the court for a long time are all experienced. Ye Zhaoxuan suffered a lot because of his seniority issues, but because he was tough and thick-skinned and had a good mouth, he was able to gain a foothold over time.

Wen Hemian smiled brightly: "When the court is completely renewed, it will be your Majesty's world."

A new emperor appoints new ministers. Those who like to stick together should be kicked out.

Ye Zhaoxuan clapped his hands and said with emotion: "It's not easy, it's not easy. Your Majesty has grown up in the blink of an eye. To be honest, I didn't believe that your Majesty could shoulder such a heavy responsibility at the beginning."

"Playing the pig and eating the tiger is just a practical strategy."

"Your Majesty... uh." Ye Zhaoxuan took a long time to come up with an adjective, "You are pretending very well."

This trick has fooled so many people, even Ning Hechu was fooled.

Wen Hemian nodded in agreement.

If this happened in modern times, Xie Lang would have definitely won the title of child star. Unfortunately, this was in the ancient times where dangers were lurking everywhere. Look at how he was forced by other children and had to learn how to survive at a very young age.