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

The palace was built for the emperor, so it was stopped when it was stopped. No one cared about it at all.

The imperial mausoleum is a symbol of the royal family after all, and no one has dared to bring it up openly yet. Therefore, many officials are discussing Wen Hemian's heroic act in private.

The censors were roughly divided into two factions, one was the old stubborn ones, and the other was the new force led by Ye Zhaoxuan. The two factions had completely different ideas about Wen Hemian's approach. They quarreled on the way out of the palace, but accidentally did not cause any trouble in front of Wen Hemian.

However, there were some bold officials in the Ministry of Personnel who were familiar with Wen Hemian. They asked her a few questions in a low voice and then turned back to continue the discussion with their colleagues.

It was at this time that Wen Hemian discovered that there were quite a lot of people in the Ministry of Personnel who were dissatisfied with the late emperor. It was just that they had been suppressed for a long time and everyone was accustomed to keeping silent.

It just so happened that today, she talked about stopping the renovation of the imperial mausoleum, which not only saved a lot of money, but also deceived a large number of useful people.

Just get scolded if you want to, you won’t lose anything anyway.

Wen Hemian happily mingled with her colleagues and followed them to the government office to do official business. Before she arrived, she sneezed several times in a row, causing Minister Cui to turn his head and look at her with concern on his face: "Sir Wen, have you caught a cold? If so, go home and rest. You are not busy recently, and we are enough for you."

Minister Cui was a wonderful person. He was always at odds with Min Rong, and he did not seem very enthusiastic when Wen Hemian came. But after she made some changes to the Ministry of Personnel, the other party's attitude towards her suddenly became better, and he seemed like a pragmatic person.

Perhaps because Wen Hemian's image as a sickly person was deeply rooted in people's minds, his expression became a little more serious.

Wen Hemian silently glanced at the bright sunshine and said, "Probably not. It's okay. I'll go with you to have a look."

"Just in case." Minister Cui was over 30 years old, and his smile was inexplicably kind. He looked at Wen Hemian's thin body and said righteously, "Master Wen, don't force yourself. If you are not feeling well, take good care of yourself. We will find you when we are busy."

"Yeah yeah."

"Master Wen, please go and rest."

The two people who were originally chatting animatedly next to Minister Cui also stopped and came over to join in.

Three pairs of eyes stared at Wen Hemian with sharp eyes.

she:"……"

She really didn't feel like she was forcing herself.

Is it reasonable to have a cold in such hot weather?

But it was hard to refuse the kindness, so Wen Hemian finally decided not to go with him and turned back home.

On the way back, she couldn't help but sneeze twice, which made Wen Hemian a little unconfident - could it be that she really caught a cold?

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No matter how the censors argued, the execution was still carried out in the end. However, Wen Hemian would inevitably be remembered in their minds and would suffer losses, but Wen Hemian did not care.

It happened to be time for the monthly lecture. Wen Hemian couldn't think of anything to say to Xie Lang for the time being, but he still went into the palace early to avoid being nagged.

One night was enough time for Xie Lang to calm down. When he saw Wen Hemian coming in, he could still curl the corners of his lips and smile sweetly: "Taifu, please take a seat first. I will come after I finish dealing with this memorial."

Wen Hemian did not refuse the child's kindness. He wandered around and found a corner in the imperial study to sit down. There was a pot of flowers there, which should have been newly moved in and was lush and green.

She felt very comfortable here, almost treating this place as her own home. She estimated that it would take some time for Xie Lang to deal with the memorials. After thinking for a while, she picked up a book from the pile next to her and read it, just to kill some time.

She was flipping through the pages carelessly and unexpectedly came across a storybook. This book was surprisingly illustrated with both text and pictures. It started with a story about a talented scholar and a beautiful woman meeting each other, but as she read further, Wen Hemian's expression suddenly froze. This book... why does it look so much like that picture?

She flipped the pages in disbelief, and the pictures became increasingly bolder, until the last one was completely unbearable to watch.

No, how could such a book appear in the imperial study?

"Snapped!"

Wen Hemian couldn't bear to read any longer and slammed the book shut.

The noise was so loud that the young emperor, who was sitting behind his desk, looked at him sideways. He was puzzled and asked, "What happened to the Grand Master?"

Wen Hemian didn't expect that the ancients were so bold. The illustrations in this book were so vivid. It's true that she had learned some basic physiological knowledge in modern times, but she had never read this kind of book.

For a moment, Wen Hemian felt a sweat on her back and her clenched palms were also sweaty. She might not have noticed that there was a faint blush on her face.

"No, it's nothing."

Wen Hemian looked away uncomfortably. She suppressed her emotions, pretended to be calm, turned the book over and put it back in its place.

From a distance, Xie Lang looked at her.

Before he knew that his tutor was a woman, he could get along with her calmly and freely, and dared to look her in the eyes. But now, just one glance at her makes him feel that his darkness has nowhere to hide.

He could not ignore the beautiful thoughts in his dream, and he could only observe Wen Hemian secretly when she lowered her eyes.

The Taifu was born with a good appearance, skin as white as snow, graceful temperament, and as bright as the bright moon, so when it is infected with other colors, it is particularly eye-catching.

Xie Lang let out a light breath, stood up and walked towards her.

"Master, you lied."

Before Wen Hemian had time to react, Xie Lang quickly leaned over and picked up the book that Wen Hemian had just put down. However, as soon as he opened it, the smile on his face froze.

Wen Hemian failed to stop him, and now he could only helplessly cover his face with his raised hands: "I've already said it's nothing, why do you insist on reading it? Okay, this time I want to ask your majesty, why is there such a book in the imperial study?"

Just like modern publications have dates, this storybook also has a date. It was freshly published some time ago and it is impossible that it existed before.

The Imperial Study is such a solemn place that usually only important ministers can enter. Apart from Xie Lang, it is impossible that some important minister came in with a notebook and left it behind, right?

In ancient times, if something was forbidden, and it really appeared before the emperor, the person would at least be charged with disrespect, right?

Xie Lang was careless and brought disaster upon himself. The script in his hand was like a hot yam, making it difficult for him to speak.

He lowered his eyes and accused expressionlessly: "It must have been dropped by the palace maids who were cleaning!"

Wen Hemian seemed to have guessed something, put down his hand, and said with a half-smile: "Oh?"

Xie Lang was embarrassed, but he remained calm: "Yes!"

The little emperor's attempt to cover up the truth and shift the blame made Wen Hemian feel relieved and confirmed his idea - this must have been caused by Xie Lang himself.

As for why...

Thinking about Xie Lang calling for water in the middle of the night, Wen Hemian stood up and patted his shoulder gently: "It's okay, Your Majesty, everyone has desires, this kind of thing, just face it."

Xie Lang: "..."