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

After sending Qingyun away, Wen Hemian thought about this matter seriously. She always felt that it was inseparable from the protection of the system.

To be honest, if the system hadn't guaranteed him, Wen Hemian wouldn't have dared to enter the officialdom so easily.

The ancient system was cruel. In the history she had learned, the few women who disguised themselves as men to take the imperial examinations did not have a good ending. This made her hesitant.

It was only because under the protection of the system, everything unreasonable would be automatically rationalized that she never worried.

This happened not long after the last conversation with the system. Wen Hemian didn't think it had anything to do with what the system said.

It seems that just paying attention is not enough, she really needs to pay serious attention to this issue.

Today it’s in front of Xie Lang, what about in front of others tomorrow?

She had to plan ahead.

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Xie Lang often went to the palace, so his room had everything he needed, even two sets of casual clothes, and he had no shortage of pens, ink, paper, and inkstone.

He lay on the couch for a while, his mind cleared, and after thinking it over, he quietly got up, drew what he saw, then folded it and put it on himself.

He had a hunch that this was something very important and he would have to ask someone to check it out later.

What he doesn't know may be known to others.

……

Sleep until dawn.

Wen Hemian was thinking about something last night, so he went to bed late and felt particularly painful when he got up.

But thinking that she had to go to court and Xie Lang might still be waiting outside, she struggled for a while before reluctantly opening her eyes.

Having to go to court at dawn, what a hard life you live!

Wen Hemian put on his court robes with unsteady steps. He had already started thinking about retirement. He would have to sleep until nine o'clock in the future, right?

"Master? Why are you so distracted?"

Xie Lang was holding a hot sweet cake in his hand. Seeing that Wen Hemian didn't react, he raised his hand and gently waved it in front of her eyes. Unconsciously, he moved closer to her again.

Even as Wen Hemian was distressed, he still had the energy to correct his mistake: "That's not how you should be distracted... It's just that I haven't stayed up late for a long time, and I can't stand it."

Although his body was healthy now, his soul had long been accustomed to the weakness of his previous life. When he was occasionally in a trance, Wen Hemian felt that he was a little torn.

Xie Lang suggested considerately: "Why don't we not go today? With me here, they won't do anything to the Master."

"It's time to get up, let's go." Wen Hemian didn't want her hard work to go to waste. She squinted at Xie Lang and said, "Your Majesty, don't make too many exceptions."

Even though they were all thinking about her, in the eyes of others, they were just taking advantage of their privileges to do whatever they wanted, and people with a bad heart would think everything was dirty, but she couldn't help but care.

Xie Lang was frustrated: "Okay."

After eating the sweet cakes that Xie Lang had specially brought for her as breakfast on the way, Wen Hemian walked into the hall just in time with Xie Lang.

Wen Hemian had just stood at the front when Xie Lang, who had hurriedly changed into court clothes at the back of the hall, also came out. After all the officials saluted, the morning court began.

Wen Hemian noticed that Ning Hechu looked at her in a strange way, but he didn't say anything, which made her confused and she couldn't help but become alert.

A daily activity at court meetings was to watch the six ministries quarreling.

Oh no, it’s five.

After Wen Hemian became the Minister of Personnel, she took the initiative to withdraw from the quarrel to avoid being sprayed with spit. To her surprise, many people in the Ministry of Personnel agreed with her and watched the show together.

As for whether Min Rong would fight back if he was not satisfied, that is another matter.

"The rainy season is coming, and the river embankment needs to be reinforced. The local government reported the situation to the court two days ago, but Lord Wei has been holding back and refusing to allocate funds, so the Ministry of Works has been slow to act. If the dam breaks, the people will be displaced, and what will happen?"

The one who spoke was the Minister of Works.

Lord Wei is the Minister of Revenue. He almost vomited blood: "The Ministry of War asked me for money for military training just two days ago. I would like to allocate money, but where is the treasury with so much silver!"

The Minister of War was dissatisfied: "Hey, Lord Wei, we have something to argue about. The Ministry of War came to you half a year ago, and you have waited until now to tell us. Why are you using us as a shield? Your Majesty, I beg you to judge!"

The Minister of War was indeed a bold representative, and he directly brought the topic to Xie Lang.

Suddenly, all eyes turned to the dragon throne above.

The young emperor sat on the high hall, his expression dark and unclear under the tassels, and he said lightly: "I don't know the situation very well, why not ask Prime Minister Ning what he thinks?"

Most of the cabinet was still under the control of Ning Hechu. Some of the memorials that Xie Lang came into contact with were obtained with great difficulty. There were many important things that he had no chance to see and could only learn a little from Wen Hemian.

It feels bad to be controlled by others.

Ning Hechu smiled and said, "There are many places in the court where money is needed. There was a severe drought in the past two years, and taxes were not collected. The treasury is tight. Lord Wei's move is understandable."

After suffering losses several times, the Minister of Revenue turned to Ning Hechu. As they were only friends in the same boat, it was understandable that Ning Hechu wanted to protect him, but looking at the situation, the issue of appropriation was probably in jeopardy.

Wen Hemian glanced in the direction of Xie Lang, thought for a while, and stood up: "The people living along the river depend on the river for their livelihood. If there is a flood, as Lord Xing said, it will cause immeasurable consequences, so it is imperative to strengthen the embankment."

Wen Hemian knew that this was true, otherwise she would not have come out to get involved and agree with the words of the Minister of Works.

Before Ning Hechu could speak, Wen Hemian continued to speak quickly: "Everything should be prioritized. Since the Ministry of Revenue has no money, the imperial mausoleum should not be repaired for the time being. The palace that is being built in the suburbs should also be stopped. If we squeeze in, there will always be money."

Wen Hemian didn't know that the palace built for Xie Lang was actually a cover-up for Ning Hechu's dirty deeds. As for the imperial mausoleum? Was there anything about Emperor Shun that was worth future generations doing for him?

You can't be a good emperor when you are in power, but you expect people to help repair the imperial tomb after you die. That's nonsense.

As soon as the words fell, an imperial censor blew his beard and glared: "It's fine to repair the temporary palace, but how can we stop repairing the imperial mausoleum? This is disrespectful to our ancestors!"

Wen Hemian sneered: "Does it matter whether the dead are alive or not?"

The censors were all puffing their beards and glaring, and a few of them were taking sides and making a lot of noise.

Xie Lang looked at the farce below, his tone visibly colder: "Enough."

The censors fell silent immediately.

Xie Lang: "I think what the Grand Tutor said is correct. What about Prime Minister Ning?"

Ning Hechu narrowed his eyes and looked at Wen Hemian. After a long while, he said, "...I agree."

Xie Lang made the decision: "That's it, then you guys can submit your memorials and we'll make the final decision."

All the ministers responded in agreement.

After the court session, Wen Hemian was forced to leave by a group of officials. Xie Lang didn't want to keep her, so he turned and went to the back hall.

As soon as he took off his court robes, Huo Ping came in hurriedly, his face solemn, and his words concisely: "I have something important to report, it concerns Lord Wen."

"Your Majesty, please ask your attendants to leave."