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

The night was as cold as water, and the aura emanating from His Majesty was even colder. The secret guards all shrank their heads and dared not say a word.

Xie Lang has always been very clear about what he wants. Just like when he was a child, he knew that what he wanted was to have enough food to eat and to take revenge on those who bullied him. Later, when this wish came true, he wanted something else.

I want to become the wise ruler that Wen Hemian praises.

And now, when Wen Hemian smiled in front of others, he knew more clearly what he wanted - Wen Hemian.

You could say he was ignorant of etiquette or that he was extremely rebellious, but he had not realized before that perhaps when he was having those dreams, there were many things that could never be undone.

He was greedy and was not satisfied with being just a student in Wen Hemian's eyes. He wanted her to have him in her heart and wanted her to smile at him like that.

Regardless of any identity, he was very sure that he would not like anyone else except... Wen Hemian.

Although his mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, Xie Lang's feet seemed to have taken root, standing still without moving an inch. The violent winds and waves surged before his eyes and were then suppressed, until finally calm was restored.

When he saw Wen Hemian bowing and bidding farewell to that person, Xie Lang completely suppressed the irresistible thoughts in his heart, and calmly withdrew his gaze, even revealing a curve at the corner of his lips: "Let's go, back to the palace."

The secret guards looked at each other quietly, feeling that His Majesty was even more terrifying like this, and no one dared to come out and ask whether he was still going to the palace.

The next second, the emperor ordered calmly: "Go check the details of the person next to the Grand Tutor."

The quick-witted secret guard quickly stepped forward and accepted the task: "As you command."

As if God was deliberately against him, all his plans for today were disrupted. Xie Lang lowered his eyes gloomily, took a deep breath, and did not feel so depressed anymore.

Fortunately, he figured out what he wanted.

-

Wen Hemian had no use for Murong Yue at the moment, so after they agreed on a secret code, they had a brief chat, and when it was almost dark, she took the initiative to say goodbye.

"There are many filthy people in the capital, including the merchants. If Master Murong needs any help, you can go to the palace to find Uncle Lu."

Murong Yue said without hesitation: "Okay, take care, my lord. Goodbye."

Wen Hemian smiled and shook his head. When he raised his eyes, he seemed to notice a familiar figure flashing past from another pleasure boat not far away, and was stunned for a moment.

Then he thought to himself that he was overthinking. Why would Xie Lang appear here at this time?

And even if he showed up, he would definitely come to her instead of watching silently from behind.

At certain times, His Majesty the Emperor's presence is extremely strong.

So it can't be him.

Wen Hemian retracted his wandering thoughts, raised his hand, put on the mask and returned home.

……

Strictly speaking, the rest days for Dazhao officials were not just for rest. If they encountered matters that needed to be dealt with, they still had to be dealt with urgently.

Wen Hemian wanted to do more for Xie Lang before he completely retired, so he would still handle official business during his rest time, in other words, worry about his life.

It is indeed as Xie Lang said, she is the most suitable person to stay in this position. Knowing the future is convenient. Wen Hemian at least knows clearly which people can be used and which people cannot be used.

Exclude those that are useless first, and find ways to promote those that are useful. We’ll see whether they will change their character later. At least they will be enough before Xie Lang takes control of the court.

Wen Hemian put the list aside to dry, and when his eyes fell on another piece of paper, he sighed softly.

She felt relieved when she agreed, but when it came time to think of a name for Xie Lang, she didn't know what to do. She had read a lot of historical allusions in the past few days, but couldn't find a suitable one.

As he was thinking, someone gently pinched his shoulder from behind, and the young man's low and hoarse voice with a smile came: "Master, what are you thinking about? You didn't even notice me approaching."

Wen Hemian's scalp tingled for a moment after such a sudden incident. She raised her eyes to look at Xie Lang: "Your Majesty, are you silent when you walk?"

Xie Lang refused to admit that he deliberately slowed down his steps. He snorted and laughed, "It's obvious that the Grand Tutor is too absorbed. He still handles official business on his day off. He should let those officials see how much he cares about it."

What is involution? This is involution.

Wen Hemian choked: "...Let's not do it."

She was afraid that people in the future would hate her to death.

Xie Lang didn't say yes or no, he lifted up his skirt and calmly sat down beside Wen Hemian, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Master, do you want to go out and take a look?"

In the past, Wen Hemian would usually ask Xie Lang this question.

She was not like the little emperor who was trapped in the capital and could go out for a stroll from time to time. However, Xie Lang had hardly ever left the capital.

Truly a puppet emperor.

Wen Hemian looked at him: "Your Majesty, do you want to...?"

"Yes." Xie Lang confirmed her guess. "The capital is limited, and the news was blocked by Ning Hechu. In the end, there was only an insignificant memorial. The key points in it could not be seen. I am afraid that only by going there in person can we find out something."

The emperor was in a high position and had not yet fully assumed power, especially when there were powerful officials in the court to restrain him. He was most likely to be deceived.

Xie Lang had this idea a long time ago, but he had never had the chance before.

Wen Hemian looked at him approvingly: "Your Majesty is right."

Xie Lang suddenly smiled, moved closer to her, and whispered, "But Master, I think we can't go so openly."

If Xie Lang really announced in the court that he was going on a secret visit, it would be a huge event. Someone might tip him off before he even reached his destination, and the people below might still have enough time to do some superficial work to deceive their superiors and subordinates.

Because they were talking about serious matters, Wen Hemian did not realize how close the two of them were. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "If I remember correctly, there seems to be someone among your Majesty's secret guards who is proficient in the art of changing appearance. Why not find a substitute to stay in the palace for your Majesty?"

Theoretically, it would work, but Ning Hechu is a shrewd man, and if the other party has more contact with the fake one, he would be able to tell it apart.

Xie Lang nodded: "That's exactly what I meant. But we have to go and come back quickly."

Wen Hemian: "Your Majesty, where do you plan to start?"

Xie Lang pondered for a while, then looked out the window with a deep gaze, and said, "Mingzhou, please."

Mingzhou is not rich, and nothing has happened there. It is not far from the capital, but it is a must-go place for salt transportation by water. And...

Wen Hemian's expression was slightly hesitant. If she remembered correctly, this was exactly the hometown of Xie Lang's mother.

A villain is a villain. The original book sums it up with a sentence about his miserable childhood. However, no one is heartless. It can be seen from his mother's death anniversary every year that Xie Lang remembers her deep in his heart.

For both public and private reasons, Wen Hemian could not refute his idea. He smiled gently and soothed him: "As your majesty wishes, let's do it here."