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

The next day, Wen Hemian found a martial arts master for Xie Lang.

He was one of her secret guards, named Chang Zhu, who originally served beside Prince Huai Ling and had fought on the battlefield and killed enemies. When he learned that she was going to stay in the capital, he specially assigned him to her.

It’s safe for our own people to use.

After the morning class, Wen Hemian took Xie Lang to the horse farm in the afternoon and specifically instructed Chang Zhu: "Don't think about him being His Majesty, teach him as you should."

The long bamboo should be it.

He had trained in the army before and had his own methods. Considering that the young emperor was a beginner, he asked him to do horse stance first to test his endurance. Xie Lang was very stubborn. More than half an hour passed in a blink of an eye. His legs were shaking, but he still persisted. He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Chang Zhu called for a stop. He staggered when he stood up, but soon stood steadily again.

Of course, this was just the beginning. After that, some other activities were carried out one after another. After half a day, Xie Lang was obviously much more tired. Wen Hemian took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a smile.

After all, it’s still cold and I’m afraid of catching a cold.

Feeling the other party's gentle movements, Xie Lang blinked uncomfortably and suddenly asked, "Did Master come here this way before?"

Since last night, the two of them have suddenly become much closer. Xie Lang has finally stopped being so awkward and is willing to call him Grand Tutor. Wen Hemian is very pleased.

"That's not the case." Wen Hemian's eyes curved, "Father took pity on my weakness and insisted on doing things step by step. At first, he just wanted me to strengthen my body, but I didn't expect that I would become so good at it later."

In modern times, Wen Hemian fell ill all the time and had never experienced the life of a normal person. Unexpectedly, after traveling through time, she discovered that she did have some talent for martial arts. Since the system didn't help, she continued to learn and could protect herself at any time.

See, didn’t it come in handy last night?

"So, Your Majesty, don't be stubborn. If you really can't hold on, tell Chang Zhu. Don't let this damage your foundation."

Wen Hemian values ​​his health too much.

Xie Lang curled his lips: "I'm not trying to be brave."

He just wanted to become stronger sooner.

Thinking of this, Xie Lang silently glanced at his tutor. The tutor was frail, and he must be taller and stronger than her.

Wen Hemian nodded: "Okay, add an extra bowl of rice for your majesty tonight."

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This was the best winter day Xie Lang had ever had.

Before this, he never believed that anyone could treat him wholeheartedly, but Wen Hemian did it.

Every time he asked, Wen Hemian just smiled calmly: "First, as the Grand Tutor, this is my responsibility. Second, the court has suffered from treacherous officials for a long time. I hope to teach a wise ruler to clean up the court and bring peace to the world."

To put it bluntly, it is to build upon your future retirement career.

Xie Lang frowned, and couldn't help but doubt whether he could become a wise ruler.

But seeing that the tutor was determined to train him in this direction, he could only pretend to be well-behaved and consider it as repaying her kindness.

The teacher and the student each have their own ulterior motives.

In March, the weather starts to get warmer.

Wen Hemian tried every means to meet with several available court officials to see if he could gain more power for Xie Lang. He couldn't just be a mascot in the court every day, looking good but useless.

Ye Zhaoxuan was a shrewd man, like a social terrorist. It didn't take long for him to become familiar with several imperial censors and to instigate them to speak a few words for Xie Lang in the court.

There will never be a shortage of censors in this world, and you can never kill them all. They don't have much real power, and they are tough people that even Ning Hechu can't control. They nag in front of him all day long, which gives Ning Hechu a headache. So in the end, he pretends to throw some unimportant memorials to Xie Lang to read, and only then he can barely stop the rumors.

When Xie Lang received the memorial, he looked at it carefully at first, but then he glanced at it a few times and threw it aside.

Xie Lang said sarcastically: "It's flashy and not practical, and it doesn't make any sense!"

"Not bad, you can use idioms now." Wen Hemian praised his teaching results and calmly sat down on the couch. "It's good that he can give it. If he gives in this time, we can think of other ways next time."

It is definitely impossible to achieve success overnight.

Xie Lang hummed: "What has Grand Master been doing recently? Is there so much fun outside the palace?"

Wen Hemian saw a faint and shallow desire in his eyes, but it was fleeting, like an illusion.

She nodded: "Of course it's fun outside the palace. Your Majesty, do you want to go out and take a look?"

Xie Lang hesitated: "Is it okay?"

Wen Hemian: "Don't worry, no one cares about you."

Xie Lang: "..."

Okay, forget you're a puppet.

Realizing that what he said might hurt the child's self-esteem, Wen Hemian added, "No one cares about us."

"Taifu, there is no need to comfort me." Xie Lang took a deep breath, "Sooner or later, I will make those who look down on me drop their jaws in shock."

Wen Hemian rubbed his furry head: "Why do you care so much about what they do? You are the emperor."

Xie Lang smiled wryly: "Then could you please take your hand off my head, Master?"

Wen Hemian smiled kindly: "No."

Children are only fun when they are young. It’s not fun when they grow up.

Xie Lang was unable to refute and could only let her go.

After the last time, Huo Ping seemed to be convinced by Xie Lang and decided to assist the new emperor wholeheartedly. In the past two days, he discussed with Xie Lang how to deal with many people, including those who had bullied him in the past. They were all arrested and imprisoned, in order to repay evil with evil.

However, when he came to report something this time, he vaguely realized that he had come at a wrong time. He froze at the door and looked inside, not knowing whether he should go in or not.

Xie Lang had sharp eyes. Seeing this, he cleared his throat and returned to his serious and unsmiling look: "Come in."

Wen Hemian withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

Huo Ping looked at his nose and his heart, and presented a piece of paper: "This is the list of traitors, please check it, Your Majesty."

Xie Lang got the hang of this very quickly, and intended to work with Huo Ping to turn the palace into their own world. They could not interfere in the court, but at least they had to have a place to stand on so as not to be overly passive.

"Keep these few, and find an opportunity to rotate out the rest."

After reading the book, Xie Lang also understood the truth that if the water is too clear, there will be no fish. Instead of removing all the secret agents and replacing them with new ones, it would be better to select a few unimportant ones and keep them under their noses so that they can keep an eye on them.

Huo Ping agreed with the young emperor's approach: "I would like to ask, does Your Majesty need to transfer someone to your side?"

As he said this, his gaze seemed to pass over Wen Hemian. Now the area around Taiji Hall is still guarded by Wen Hemian's men. Since ancient times, has there ever been a precedent of foreign ministers protecting the emperor?

Wen Hemian stated his position: "Master Huo, just send someone over. I won't mind."

Xie Lang paused, then affirmed: "Just do as the Master says."

They were standing on the same front invisibly.

Huo Ping remained calm and said, "I obey your command."