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

Wen Hemian didn't take the kid's fierce appearance seriously. After a few days, she had almost figured out the kid's personality. He was very vigilant, but after all, he was young and had a soft heart.

It's like a clam, which usually quietly observes the outside world, but when its soft flesh is suddenly poked, it quickly shrinks back and closes itself tightly.

After suffering so much, when I occasionally receive kindness, I begin to doubt whether it is genuine.

She had received the mission long ago and had been working hard for it. When she knew that the target of her mission was a future tyrant, she was already prepared to educate him patiently.

But in fact, Xie Lang was much less of a worry than she had imagined. The kid would eat, write and read well, except that he was a little stubborn about taking medicine - but that was not a big problem, she didn't like taking medicine either.

"As you can see, your situation is not good."

Retracting his thoughts, Wen Hemian began to persuade him: "That person just now, did you see that? He is your biggest enemy."

Having seen so many cold and warm situations, Xie Lang has his own way of judging people, otherwise he wouldn't have hidden behind Wen Hemian just now. Hearing this, he pursed his lips and said, "I know."

"That's good to know." Wen Hemian smiled. He couldn't stand the lifeless look of the child, so he tried to encourage him, "Be optimistic, Your Majesty. He won't do anything to you in the short term, but you have to grow up quickly and try to get rid of him as soon as possible."

Ning Hechu is a man with great ambitions, but he is a civil official and has no military power. No matter how powerful he is in the court, he has to be cautious. In the original book, he is even happy to cultivate a puppet emperor, which makes it easier for him to speak.

Of course, there is no doubt that he was killed by Xie Lang in the end and died by slow slicing, which was extremely miserable.

But this was what he deserved, and Wen Hemian had no sympathy for him.

Hearing her say this, Xie Lang tilted his head, as if he was puzzled, with a hint of temptation in his eyes: "Aren't you going to help me?"

"help!"

Wen Hemian answered decisively to prevent himself from being held accountable for slacking off.

She smiled and said, "But Your Majesty, don't you feel that it is particularly fulfilling to deal with the enemy personally? I am giving you a chance."

Xie Lang didn’t think so. He felt he was being fooled.

But when he saw Wen Hemian's serious face, he began to wonder if he was overthinking.

After a while, he reluctantly nodded: "Okay, I'll try my best."

Wen Hemian showed a teachable look.

Xie Lang: "..."

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The palace was temporarily stable. Wen Hemian arranged homework for Xie Lang and took some time to visit Huai Ling Palace.

The old butler, who was over fifty years old, was pacing around the mansion in anxiety, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her come back.

"Sir, you are finally back!"

After Emperor Shun passed away, various forces could not sit still. Several groups of people entered the palace. After the purge, the blood left behind could dye the floor tiles red. Uncle Lu knew that Wen Hemian intended to assist the new emperor, but it was too dangerous to enter the palace rashly.

He didn't even dare to think about whether the prince and princess would lead the troops to fight back if something happened to the young master!

Wen Hemian lowered his eyes, helplessly: "If you don't enter the palace, your Majesty will suffer."

When she first saw Xie Lang after entering the palace, she felt pity for him. She didn't know what his temperament would become if he suffered more, and it would be even more difficult to change him.

Rather than doing useless work in the future, it is better to work hard now. She has the system protection and there is no need to worry about her personal safety for the time being.

Uncle Lu didn't understand the twists and turns, and frowned: "But you are more important..."

"Let's not talk about this." Wen Hemian changed the subject, "Your Majesty is smart. I plan to bring the things I wrote in the past into the palace for teaching."

Wen Hemian has been preparing for this day for so many years.

Modern students have textbooks. She thought about it and while preparing for the imperial examination, she listed what she had learned into categories. Over a period of several years, she had written several thick books, which were just the right size to give to Xie Lang to lay the foundation.

Being an emperor means having a higher starting point, no problem.

Wen Hemian doesn't think that he is pushing his child too hard.

"Please keep them well, young master."

Uncle Lu stopped there and didn't mention anything that made Wen Hemian unhappy. He just said, "I'll install them for you later."

Wen Hemian nodded.

Uncle Lu continued, "By the way, sir, what do you do with the visiting cards that were handed over?"

Seeing that he looked troubled, Wen Hemian raised his eyebrows: "How many of them were scolding me?"

Uncle Lu: "More than half."

"Burn it, so you don't have to worry about it."

Wen Hemian has a good mentality and focuses on not wasting time on internal conflicts.

Uncle Lu had exactly the same idea, so he happily went down to do it.

Wen Hemian had just entered the court, his foundation was still shallow, and he had no idea about political affairs. He felt bored staying in the mansion, so after lunch, he put his textbooks in his pocket and strolled back to the palace.

Just as she went out and before she had time to step into the carriage, she vaguely heard someone calling "Master Wen" behind her. Wen Hemian turned around and found that the person was Ye Zhaoxuan, who was the runner-up in the imperial examination in the same year as her. He was now on duty in the Hanlin Academy and was a young man with aspirations to achieve success.

Ye Zhaoxuan walked quickly along the way, breathing a little hurriedly, with a few drops of sweat on his forehead, but he did not forget to greet Wen Hemian with a bow: "Master Wen."

Wen Hemian: "Why did Lord Ye come in such a hurry?"

Ye Zhaoxuan was a little flattered. His status and official position were not as high as Wen Hemian, so he felt that he was not worthy of being called "Sir". "...As for the rumors in the capital, I would like to ask what you think, Sir?"

Ye Zhaoxuan was born in a remote countryside and passed the imperial examination to come to the capital. He was cautious in nature, loyal to the emperor and loved the people. In the early days, he was oppressed by the treacherous party and was frustrated. In the later period, when Xie Lang was in power, he rose rapidly in career and was promoted to the position of Left Censor-in-Chief, a talent that could be used.

Wen Hemian decided to win him over, and let him know a little: "When His Majesty learns all the characters, I will bring him to the court."

It seems that they are not going to keep the young emperor in the palace any longer.

Ye Zhaoxuan breathed a sigh of relief for no reason. They all knew Wen Hemian's family background, and under the influence of rumors in the court, it was inevitable that they would make mistakes in judgment.

He cupped his hands and said, "I am reckless for coming here today. I will prepare a small gift for you when I visit you another day."

"That's not necessary." Wen Hemian hinted at something and began to make big promises, "Lord Ye, just do your job well, and you can play a role in the court in the future."

Ye Zhaoxuan realized something and looked a little excited: "Yes."

The two chatted for a while. When Wen Hemian entered the palace, it was already the afternoon. Xie Lang finished the homework she assigned and sat at the desk, reading seriously with a frown on his face, looking troubled.

Wen Hemian smiled and said, "Is there anything you don't know?"

The door was open, and she deliberately walked lightly, so that when she reached the door, Xie Lang didn't notice her. When he suddenly heard the sound, the hair on his body almost stood on end.

His fingers unconsciously tightened around the book. Xie Lang's heart ached, and after a long pause he said, "...You're so scary."

Wen Hemian snorted and laughed, then stepped into the warm room: "Can I still scare you?"

She didn't think the kid was naive, as he was able to grow up on his own. She guessed he was a black-hearted person.