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

Xie Lang had no way to defend himself.

What can you do about the sins you have committed? Just admit it.

Xie Lang had already scolded Lai Xi a hundred times in his heart. How could he be so careless when packing things? !

"Oh, by the way, don't think about looking back to vent your anger on others, Your Majesty, everyone has their own consequences."

Wen Hemian interrupted his thoughts with a smile.

Xie Lang again: "..."

After a while, he said with difficulty: "I am not that kind of person!"

Wen Hemian did not comment.

The emperor is different from ordinary children. His thinking starts from that of a monarch. Fortunately, Xie Lang has completely gotten rid of the violent temper in the original book, so he is willing to listen to what I say.

As soon as the interruption came, the remaining embarrassment in Wen Hemian's heart disappeared completely, and the embarrassment shifted to Xie Lang. She didn't want to continue joking and asked, "Have you finished dealing with the memorial?"

Xie Lang came back to his senses from his state of being about to jump up and down, threw the book back to its original place, and stared at her blankly: "Hmm."

Taking the child's mood into consideration, Wen Hemian smiled and said, "It's just right. Let's go out for a walk. I'm afraid that you'll damage your eyesight if you review memorials in the imperial study all day long."

Xie Lang had an excellent talent for riding and shooting, and he also enjoyed it. When he couldn't leave the palace, he would ride a horse in the palace. Fortunately, there were no concubines and the place was large, so he could do whatever he wanted.

Wen Hemian only rode horses with him when he was in the mood. The rest of the time he just watched. He was satisfied no matter how he watched the king he had brought up.

The original book never mentioned the little emperor's love line, but now everything is different. In his spare time, Wen Hemian also thought about what the girl who would accompany Xie Lang in the future would be like?

But it was just a thought. She had no intention of forcing Xie Lang. Fate, as it is, has always depended on the individual. What if he just wanted to be a king who focused on his career and not get married?

No one can tell.

But no matter which one it is, Wen Hemian will choose to bless it.

She stood under the eaves, looking at the high-spirited young man on horseback from afar, with a gentle smile on her lips: "No matter what, as long as everything is safe and sound."

Don't go down that endlessly painful path anymore.

-

After much debate, the issue of stopping the renovation of the imperial mausoleum was finally decided due to Xie Lang's insistence, let alone a mere palace.

Ning Hechu has a deep foundation. Even though he is usually troubled by the censors, in fact there are many of his people among them who are fanning the flames. After they saw that the young emperor was strong and unshakable, they stopped.

Of course, the king needs censors to advise and restrain him, but it is wrong for the censors to use their status to try to control the king.

Xie Lang's action was to tell them that he was no longer the puppet emperor that everyone controlled when he first ascended the throne.

These lackeys should also recognize who their real master is.

After the matter was completed, the two expenses saved were converted into real money and sent to the government office in Linjiang District under the personal escort of the imperial guards. No one was allowed to touch it during the journey. Officials from the Ministry of Works also went with them.

There are so many lives at stake. If you don’t handle this well, you will lose your head.

Floods occurred frequently in ancient times. In addition to natural disasters, man-made disasters also accounted for a large proportion. The corruption and lack of attention of the imperial court made it difficult to advance water control projects. Once the dam broke, it would have immeasurable consequences.

In the past few years, Wen Hemian found it difficult to intervene, but now he is finally able to intervene. Of course, he has to build these infrastructure projects, otherwise the people will complain and the emperor will lose the support of the people, and this dynasty will almost come to an end.

Before the end of the mission, Wen Hemian tried his best to pave more ways for Xie Lang.

In this way, even in the future, without her help, he can go further.

A few days ago, Liu Qiongyue watched someone make a qualified telescope. Xie Lang had it, so Wen Hemian sent it to the border. When he woke up in the morning, Qingyun came from outside with a smile on his face: "Sir, there is a letter from the prince and princess."

The journey from the capital to the border was long, and the couple were probably really happy this time, so they used a falcon to send the letter back. The majestic big bird perched on Qingyun's shoulder, its eyes sharp and fierce.

This falcon was picked up and tamed by King Huai Ling when it was young. Wen Hemian had seen it before. She waved her hand, and the big bird flapped its wings and landed on the table in front of her, allowing her to take off the letter tied to its leg.

It was a short letter with only a few words, and the only thing it mentioned was the telescope. The rest was the couple's concern for her and asking when they could have a chance to meet her.

Wen Hemian was stunned for a moment, and his heart felt slightly hot and swollen.

Qingyun saw that she was in a bad mood, so he asked, "Sir, do you need a pen and paper?"

"Well, bring it."

A sentimental emotion flashed through his mind, and Wen Hemian was unable to control himself, which was rare. He only realized that his voice was trembling when he spoke.

She might be a qualified imperial teacher, but not a qualified daughter. At first, she hesitated because of her status and did not dare to get close to him. But now, after years of care and love, she has been moved unconsciously.

No matter what, I have to find a time to meet them in person and explain everything that can be made clear.

Qingyun quickly brought out paper and pen. Wen Hemian pondered for a while before writing a proper reply, but he did not rush to tie it to the legs of the Uighur eagle.

The big bird saw her movements and tilted its head in confusion, as if it couldn't figure out what she was doing.

Wen Hemian curled the corners of his lips and raised his hand to touch its furry head: "Liuwu has worked hard. Let's take care of it for two days, feed it some meat, let it rest, and then let it go."

Liuwu is the name of the big bird, a rare falcon with a completely black body. This name fits its temperament very well and was given by the princess herself.

Qingyun glanced at Liuwu and liked him very much: "Okay!"

Realizing that Wen Hemian was concerned about her, Liu Wu rolled her eyes, moved her head and rubbed it against Wen Hemian's hand. Her well-behaved and lovely appearance made Wen Hemian vaguely think of the Emperor in the palace.

Xie Lang was also so well-behaved when he was a child, but unfortunately when he grew up, he no longer allowed people to touch his head, which became a great regret for her.

Wen Hemian thought about it and couldn't help shaking his head. Why did he think of Xie Lang in everything? Was he really used to worrying too much?

"Oh, right!" When Qingyun walked to the door with the reluctant bird, she suddenly remembered something and turned around, "I forgot to ask, will Master Duanwu still spend the palace?"

During every festival, Qingyun would always ask this question, and Wen Hemian was used to it: "Well, go and accompany His Majesty."

Xie Lang is so stingy. If she doesn't go to the palace to spend the festival with him, he will be angry. She is such a grown-up, but she is like a child in this regard.

"Then I will go and get the sachet for you, sir, in case you forget it later."

Qingyun was clever and deft. During the Dragon Boat Festival, everyone close to her in the mansion could get a sachet made by her, which could ward off evil and avoid disaster, and had good meaning. Wen Hemian got two, and one was given by Wen Hemian to His Majesty the Emperor.

Wen Hemian: "Thank you for your hard work."