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

When Xie Lang heard about this, he was not worried at all.

He believed that with the Taifu's serious and responsible attitude, he would never choose to start a family under such circumstances. This would be a deception to others, and the Taifu himself must feel guilty about it.

The old man from the Ministry of Rites had nothing to do all day, so he followed the censor and urged him to open a harem and select a concubine.

“It’s still a bit too idle.”

Xie Lang narrowed his eyes and commented.

The hall was freezing cold. Without Lord Wen, it was like an ice storage. Lai Xi huddled in the corner like a quail.

Then he saw the young emperor's pen make a heavy mark on the memorial.

He snorted and rejected it.

-

In previous years, Wen Hemian never went out during the Chinese Valentine's Day.

On special days, there is rarely a curfew in the capital. After a day of hard work during the day, men and women can go out to parade in the streets at night. Those with partners can go out together, while those without can also look for their favorite person in the crowd and give jade pendants or sachets as tokens of love.

Young ladies and gentlemen from aristocratic families are also happy to participate in such folk activities. Most of them recognize Wen Hemian's face. In order to avoid trouble, she deliberately wore a mask to keep the appointment.

Shuiyunfang is their own property, so when they got here, there was someone to lead the way. That person came much earlier than Wen Hemian had expected. He had an obvious mixed-race face, and was a young man dressed in purple with unpredictable abilities.

"Sir, please take a seat." The young man was holding a folding fan in his hand, swinging it leisurely. Although it was the first time he met Wen Hemian, his tone was already familiar. He raised his chin and said, "My name is Murong Yue, and I'm a businessman. You can also call me Duanyuan, Sir."

It was very common for people of the same generation to address each other by their given names. Wen Hemian nodded and called out, "Mr. Murong."

"Oh my." Murong Yue's smile fell, and he waved the folding fan in his hand. His curious eyes swept across the mask on Wen Hemian's face, "The prince is so boring."

Since they met, this man's behavior has been a bit frivolous, but he has found the right balance, just within the acceptable range for Wen Hemian.

She simply took off the mask and put it aside, then asked with a smile, "Did my father send you here just to tell me this?"

After so many years, only people on Prince Huai Ling's side were still accustomed to calling Wen Hemian the Crown Prince. Since he let Wen Hemian meet Murong Yue, it meant that this person must be useful.

Merchant? Wen Hemian pondered carefully.

"That must not be the case."

Murong Yue immediately turned serious, his eyes still smiling, as if he was trying to make money by being friendly: "As the prince can see, I am a traveling merchant who just came back from the barbarians recently and will stay in the capital for a while. The prince and princess know that what the prince has done is coming to an end, so they ordered me to come and help the prince when necessary."

When they went to the border after having a falling out with the royal family, Prince Huailing and his wife did not do nothing. They supported Wen Hemian's decision and were able to protect her so that she could get out of it safely in the end.

And Murong Yue was the help they sent.

In just a few seconds, Wen Hemian figured out the key, and his eyes changed when he looked at Murong Yue: "In this case, I would like to thank Master Murong first."

Wen Hemian raised his teacup and toasted him.

"I don't deserve it!" Murong Yue almost jumped up. He smiled and touched his head, finally taking off the fake face he had just put on. "The prince is now the emperor's teacher. I am just a commoner, and I am a little scared."

Wen Hemian raised his eyebrows: "Excuse me, I can't tell."

If Murong Yue had any fear in his heart, he would not have sat here waiting for her to come over. This excuse would not even work to fool a child.

Murong Yue chuckled twice and suddenly said, "But to be honest, you are really good-looking, if you were a woman, I would definitely be attracted to you."

As he spoke, Murong Yue made a gesture of holding his heart. He was clearly dressed like a nobleman, but now he looked like a horrible and frivolous jerk.

Wen Hemian: "...Thank you very much."

If her parents hadn't found such an unreliable person, she wouldn't have dared to employ him with confidence.

Fortunately, if nothing else, Murong Yue is a very good person to chat with.

The supporting role was done very well.

……

In the Tai Chi Hall.

The candle flame flickered dimly, the light was not very bright, the smell of blood in the hall lingered for a long time, and the eunuchs and palace maids nearby knelt on the ground trembling with fear.

Xie Lang stood in the middle, with a bloody sword in front of him thrown on the ground. He had a sullen face and didn't say a word. The atmosphere around him was terribly cold.

When Lai Xi came out after dealing with the corpse, he hissed softly in his heart, not daring to delay, and quickly bowed: "Your Majesty, even the bed and other things have been changed, look..."

"All those on duty today will be punished with 20 strokes of the cane and expelled from the palace." Xie Lang said coldly, "If you do it again, you will be killed without mercy."

The next day was a day off, and after reviewing the memorials, he wanted to change his clothes and sneak away to the Grand Tutor's house. However, when he entered the house, he found a person lying on the couch. He showed no mercy and drew his sword on the spot, but he still felt disgusted until now.

This person was a palace maid on duty in the Taiji Hall. Whether she wanted to do it herself or was prompted by others, this behavior undoubtedly touched Xie Lang's bottom line, and he would never allow it to happen again.

Lai Xi was the person who had served Xie Lang the longest. Seeing the gloomy little emperor grow up to this day, he knew that this was the lightest punishment. Besides, it was indeed the palace servants who failed in their duties first. He had no intention of begging for mercy, so he agreed, "Yes."

All the palace maids kneeling in the hall were pulled down by the guards. Bi Xielang went to another place to change his clothes and wash his hands. Then a secret guard hiding in the dark appeared in front of him.

"Your Majesty, Lord Wen is out, so I cannot approach him. I only know he is in the Shuiyunfang."

Xie Lang knew that the place was Wen Hemian's private property, and wiped the water droplets on his hands without changing his expression: "Well, pick a few people and go out with me."

After leaving the palace, Xie Lang realized that it was very lively outside. He half-closed his eyes and asked, "What day is it today?"

The secret guard paused and said, "Your Majesty, it's Qixi Festival."

"Qixi..."

After slowly chewing this word several times in his mouth, Xie Lang's expression seemed to remain unchanged.

The Shuiyun Boat arrived very quickly. They arrived at the right time as there was only one houseboat left. The secret guard went to rent it. Xie Lang stood on the top and looked into the distance, trying to find the houseboat that Wen Hemian was on among the boats that were full of houseboats.

The secret guards were quietly standing behind him. He was about to ask if he wanted them to help search, but then he saw Xie Lang's movements suddenly stop.

After a while, he sneered.

Secret Guard: "...Your Majesty?"

Xie Lang did not reply. He just stared at a pleasure boat not far from them. Not only was his tutor sitting on it, but sitting opposite him was a colorful peacock wearing purple clothes and dancing.

The two seemed to be quite familiar with each other, and perhaps because they were talking about something interesting, his tutor raised his lips and smiled, his eyes like crescent moons, relaxed and comfortable.

Because they were far away, he couldn't see the specific look in her eyes, but he knew that it was a different side of her than the one in front of him.

Xie Lang thought expressionlessly that in the heart of the Taifu, he might always be a poor child that she picked up.

But he... seemed to be no longer satisfied with this relationship.