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

While they were having a small gathering here, Xie Lang was working hard on reviewing memorials in the palace.

He got the hang of it quickly and was no longer as flustered as he was at the beginning. He was able to handle things much more quickly. With more people helping him, more useful memorials were sent to him.

Through these memorials, a broader map slowly unfolded before Xie Lang. He realized that the situation in Dazhao was not as good as he had imagined. There were powerful ministers in the court, and there were vassal kings in the fiefdoms ready to make moves - in short, his throne was in jeopardy.

If the vassal king had not been unjustified, it would be uncertain whether Xie Lang could stay in this position.

Xie Lang's face was solemn, and he once again realized how well Wen Hemian protected him.

When Huo Ping came in, he saw the little emperor with a gloomy look. When the emperor noticed his arrival, he immediately withdrew his aura and looked at him calmly: "What's the matter?"

Huo Ping clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, the people who are monitoring me have sent me news that Ning Hechu has made unusual moves."

They all knew that Ning Hechu was very patient. When the late emperor was still alive, eunuchs were rampant and domineering. Ning Hechu suffered a lot at their hands and even lost a finger. However, he always had a smile on his face, and he was still smiling when he killed that group of people later.

Allowing Xie Lang to grow up was probably his only negligence, and up until this point, he was very patient and never moved when his subordinates moved.

This time he made a move, I don’t know if it was because he really couldn’t hold it anymore, or if he was trying to lure the snake out of its hole.

But no matter which one it was, Xie Lang had one idea: "Watch it first."

Huo Ping's expression was unusually strange for a moment: "It seems to be related to Lord Wen."

Xie Lang suddenly looked up: "Explain clearly."

Huo Ping knew this would happen, so he continued dutifully, "Lord Wen once lived in a temple when he was young, but not long ago, someone under Ning Hechu's command learned from the young monks in the temple that the distinguished guest who used to live in their temple seemed to be a little fool. They probably suspected that Lord Wen had a different identity."

Huo Ping had doubts about this. He was a well-informed man, but he had never even heard of many of the things Wen Hemian said, not to mention that this man could accurately predict the Ning Party's next move. It was really weird.

However, seeing that the young emperor had a close relationship with his teacher, Huo Ping never had the chance to say these words.

He didn't expect that before this, it was Ning Hechu who made all this come to light.

The hall fell into silence.

Huo Ping lowered his eyes and finally heard the little emperor speak first, his voice a little stagnant: "No matter what, she is my teacher."

It doesn’t matter whether the person in the temple is the same person as the current Wen Hemian.

The Wen Hemian that Xie Lang knew was the person who had been by his side all these years, raising him and assisting him in the regent. He was sincere and didn't seem to be false, and he was calm and composed when talking about the past.

It doesn’t matter who she is, Xie Lang only recognizes this teacher.

Huo Ping had expected this and sighed softly, "Should I continue investigating?"

Xie Lang's expression did not change at all, he looked extremely calm, and his tone was somewhat cold: "Investigate. Not only that, but if Ning Hechu's people find any clues in this regard, you must find ways to destroy them."

What he meant was that no matter whether Wen Hemian was the original Wen Hemian or not, he would accept him.

Not only that, but we also have to help her conceal her identity and destroy any evidence that might expose her.

On the one hand, Huo Ping felt that it was inappropriate, but on the other hand, he thought about Wen Hemian's careful efforts for the little emperor over the years, and he couldn't say anything: "Yes, I obey your command."

Huo Ping came and left quickly. What he didn't know was that Xie Lang was not as calm as he thought.

It was not until Lai Xi cautiously poked his head in and asked if they wanted to light the lamp that Xie Lang suddenly came back to his senses and realized that his fingers were clenched so tightly that the blue veins on them were faintly visible, revealing the owner's ups and downs in mood.

He was not surprised that there was something unusual about Wen Hemian's identity.

Because from another perspective, in front of him, Wen Hemian never thought about hiding these abnormalities. She was who she was and did not bother to pretend or deceive.

So yes or no, it doesn’t really matter.

No matter what, she is his tutor.

He is the person who cares about him the most in this world.

So, as long as she doesn't leave him, it's fine.

Thinking of this, Xie Lang closed his eyes, suppressing the cold emotions and dark possessiveness that surged in his chest. Only after he regained his clarity of mind did he continue to pick up the memorials to review.

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Wen Hemian shuddered suddenly.

It's so scary in this hot weather.

Ye Zhaoxuan seemed to have sensed something: "Is there anyone who is talking about you? Is it His Majesty?"

There is no other reason, practice brings experience.

After becoming the Imperial Censor, Ye Zhaoxuan was either pointed at and scolded by others every day, or he and others pointed at and scolded each other. He was often targeted and got used to it.

Wen Hemian thought carefully and concluded: "It's possible."

After Xie Lang grew up, she intentionally let go and let him do it alone. Once this intention was noticed, Xie Lang always liked to nag and pester him. Wen Hemian was soft-hearted at first, but now she has learned to be cruel and not look at the little boy's pleading eyes.

People always have to move forward, and Xie Lang must always learn to rely on himself.

Ye Zhaoxuan objectively commented: "Your Majesty really relies on you too much. There is a reason why those imperial censors are unhappy with you."

In their hearts, the emperor should be high and mighty. They rely so much on Wen Hemian. Who is the master?

Wen Hemian accepted the suggestion humbly, stroking his chin and pondering: "This is indeed a problem. I will talk to His Majesty about it later."

Ye Zhaoxuan: "It's good that you know what's going on."

The conversation ended here, Wen Hemian said goodbye to her and took a detour to look for Liu Qiongyue.

After handing over the method of making the telescope to Liu Qiongyue, she personally monitored this aspect and selected the people she trusted most to make it, and every step was supervised.

When Liu Qiongyue saw her coming, her eyes widened slightly. Just as she was about to speak, Wen Hemian raised his index finger to his lips and hushed. Liu Qiongyue immediately understood and stopped talking. Instead, she turned her head and stared at the craftsmen: "This is a wrong move. And you, come here!..."

Liu Qiongyue took command calmly and quickly resolved the minor trouble. Wen Hemian traveled in a low-key manner and wore a mask. He walked around the venue silently, and turned around and left after making sure that everything was fine.

Liu Qiongyue exhaled calmly.

Lord Wen probably doesn't know how intimidating she looks. No wonder she can calm the court.

Wen Hemian really didn't know how much she could bluff people. After she returned home from wandering around outside, it was already dark. The heat made her have even less appetite. She ate some pastries in the front hall to fill her stomach and prepared to go back to her room to wash up.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a figure sitting by the window. The room was dark and seemed even more gloomy.

Wen Hemian slowly covered his chest and couldn't help but take a breath.