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

Wen Hemian has had his own ideas since he was young, and even the prince and princess couldn't persuade him, let alone Qingyun.

Although she still had some worries in her heart, she still chose to believe Wen Hemian.

"But your majesty is also from the royal family, so you'd better be careful." Qingyun whispered, "If the prince and princess hadn't been hurt by the royal family back then, they wouldn't have stayed away for so many years."

This is not a secret. Everyone in the capital who has some background knows it. However, even Wen Hemian is not clear about the specific reason for the conflict.

Perhaps they felt that the children should not be blamed as much as the parents, so they never mentioned it in front of Wen Hemian. Wen Hemian always felt that there was something more to it and planned to find an opportunity to ask them in the future.

"Be careful what you say."

Wen Hemian glanced at Qingyun.

Qingyun covered his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, sir, I will only talk about it in the mansion and won't let outsiders know."

It must be said that Qingyun was a good hand at adjusting the atmosphere. After chatting with her, Wen Hemian's melancholy was relieved a little and he thought more clearly.

Even if we take a step back, it is impossible for her to abandon this situation and leave Xie Lang now. What will happen next? Let's wait until the mission is over.

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Fighting with others is all about whether you can seize the initiative.

Xie Lang now has real power, and the decrees he issues are no longer empty words. Without any basis, Ning Hechu cannot refute him. However, when they heard that the inspector was not Wen Hemian, many members of the Ning Party looked at Wen Hemian.

Everyone knows how much the young emperor values ​​Wen Hemian. He wants to give all the good things to his teacher, but he didn't give him such a good opportunity.

It's worth pondering.

Wen Hemian looked calm and did not move from the mountain.

Xie Lang, on the other hand, saw those annoying people all looking at Wen Hemian, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes: "Do you have any objections, my dear ministers?"

The ministers quickly shook their heads.

The little emperor protected others very closely, just like Wen Hemian protected him before.

Ning Hechu's gaze swept over them, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

The Minister of Rites was itching for a memorial that had not been rejected a few days ago. Seeing that there was no dispute in the court today, he felt a little more confident and stood up to bring up the old matter again.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report."

"Your Majesty is now eighteen years old, and will be nineteen in a few months. It is time to consider selecting concubines to fill the harem. At the very least, let's not talk about appointing a queen, but choosing a few close friends to accompany you all the time, so that you can give birth to a dragon heir as soon as possible, which will also be a blessing for our Da Zhao..."

If all the old men in the Ministry of Rites were not the same, not only pedantic and old-fashioned, but also more knowledgeable than the other in caring about other people's affairs, no wonder he could get along well with the Censor.

The Minister of Rites was also a talented man when he was young. When it came to persuading people, he could talk endlessly and eloquently, and he said a lot of things without much repetition.

The key point is that no one knows how many people he has informed in advance. After he said this, many ministers followed suit.

Even Ning Hechu rarely intervened: "Indeed, Your Majesty is not young anymore, it's time to consider the harem. Only when the royal family has many descendants can the country last long."

Previously, ministers would submit memorials to advise and remonstrate, but this was the first time that such a large-scale statement was made in the court.

In the past, Xie Lang might have rejected it directly because he thought it was troublesome.

But today was a little strange. He actually listened patiently to the end.

And after all the ministers quieted down, he did not object, but said calmly: "No need to say more, I have my own considerations."

It sounds like he's letting it go.

Although the ministers were eager to let the emperor open a harem, they also knew the principle of knowing when to stop, so they stopped talking when they heard this.

If there is a first time, there will be a second time. As long as you open your mouth, everything will be easy afterwards.

Because of this incident, the court was rarely harmonious. No one wanted to upset the little emperor and so they retracted their thoughts and left in groups of two or three after the court was adjourned.

Wen Hemian still had to go to Wenyuan Pavilion. Ning Hechu didn't know what he was thinking. He walked slowly forward to walk with her, and said in an unfathomable tone: "From now on, when His Majesty selects concubines, Master Wen will not be able to enter and leave the harem so freely."

The previous emperor's concubines had been sent away long ago. There were no concubines in the harem, so there was no need to avoid outsiders. Even if Wen Hemian occasionally stayed overnight, there was nothing wrong with it. After all, the emperor had allowed it, and the ministers could not say anything.

But if she opened a harem and continued to act as unscrupulously as before, it would probably arouse dissatisfaction among many people.

Wen Hemian didn't know what Ning Hechu's intention was in talking to her, but that didn't stop her from responding perfunctorily.

"You don't need to worry about this, Prime Minister Ning. I am not such a fool. I know exactly what to do and when to do it."

Ning Hechu glanced at her and chuckled, "It's just that Master Wen and Your Majesty have a very close teacher-student relationship. I wonder if there will be more people in between, will they still be as free of grudges as before?"

If the concubines instigate a few words and then whisper in someone's ear, things will be hard to predict.

And aren’t there many such things in history books?

But compared to the concubine who was still nowhere to be seen, Wen Hemian felt that Ning Hechu was more like the one who was trying to sow discord. She curled her lips indifferently and was about to speak back when she heard a deep voice coming from behind -

"I'm afraid it's not your turn to comment on what's going on between me and the Grand Tutor."

Xie Lang admitted that what he said in the court was indeed out of his own selfish motives.

But Ning Hechu's move undoubtedly touched his bottom line.

He came over in a hurry, intending to say a few words to Wen Hemian, but when he heard this, he couldn't hold back and wanted to explain himself.

Ning Hechu turned around and saluted him calmly.

Xie Lang sneered: "You have overstepped the boundaries."

Perhaps because he still had something to rely on, and was sure that Xie Lang would not lose his temper over such a matter, Ning Hechu apologized insincerely: "I know I was wrong."

Xie Lang suppressed the storm that was about to rise in his eyes and said calmly, "Go away."

In a blink of an eye, they were the only two left in the corridor.

Wen Hemian cursed Ning Hechu in her heart. She was obviously walking very fast. If Ning Hechu hadn't delayed her on the road, how could she have been put in such a dilemma?

Unable to avoid it, Wen Hemian could only try to comfort the boy who was on the verge of getting angry.

"Don't be angry. I always treat his words as fart. I never take them to heart, and I don't care about them."

Xie Lang stared at her for a long while before he said coldly, "I hope Master Taifu would care."

Xie Lang would never have a harem in his lifetime.

Even if it were to open, only Wen Hemian would be there.

If she didn't care, it meant that he was not taken into consideration in her eyes at all, which was not what Xie Lang wanted to see.

If he wasn't wearing the guise of a wise ruler, Xie Lang really wanted to let her see what he was like inside and how much he wanted her approval.

But he didn't. He still suppressed those dark emotions and looked at Wen Hemian calmly: "Master, don't you have anything to say to me?"

The smile on Wen Hemian's face froze slightly.