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

It is hard to say who is more responsible in this matter.

Wen Hemian was a little surprised that Xie Lang could ask her in front of her.

She put down the matter she was handling and asked, "Your Majesty, is there anything you want to ask me?"

He didn't want to confess at first because of Xie Lang's thoughts and the sudden strange relationship between them.

Since Xie Lang now knows how to restrain himself, he doesn't have so many so-called concerns.

Wen Hemian was also giving him a chance to ask all the questions he wanted to ask.

Judging from the kid's nature of climbing up the ladder, Wen Hemian was prepared to spend the whole morning answering him. After all, this kind of thing, no matter how you think about it, is a bit beyond the times and shocking.

Unexpectedly, Xie Lang smiled faintly and shook his head, looking very happy: "No matter what, the Grand Tutor is my Grand Tutor, and this will not change."

There's no point asking so many questions about the past.

No matter what, they have come this far, and the present is the most important.

Wen Hemian was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes changed as he watched him. He also smiled, "It's good that your majesty thinks this way."

At least her trust wasn't broken.

Emperor Shun should be thankful that good shoots have grown out of bad bamboo, otherwise the kingdom of Dazhao would have changed its owner long ago.

Xie Lang stared at her for a few seconds, and when Wen Hemian's scalp was about to go numb, he finally asked, "Master, have you ever thought about when to announce your identity, or keep it a secret?"

Wen Hemian paused for a moment, and did not give a definite answer. He only said, "Let's talk about this after we finish this matter."

It looks like that won’t happen for the time being. Xie Lang lowered his eyes and chuckled, hiding the little thoughts that were about to be revealed.

Wen Hemian was finding it increasingly difficult to understand him lately, but it was a good thing for an emperor that he had grown up and learned how to hide his emotions. Apart from feeling a little weird, she didn't feel much.

The imagined serious and solemn confession scene did not occur. Instead, because Xie Lang knew about it in advance, Wen Hemian, who had been nervous for a long time, suddenly felt relieved.

She squinted her eyes, and a beautiful light flashed in them: "Your Majesty's words also make me feel that my original choice was correct."

When Wen Hemian first received the task, she was nervous. She was just a history student and had never been a teacher. However, she had to train an emperor. With so much pressure on her shoulders, she fumbled for a long time.

Most of the time, Wen Hemian's emotions were easy to guess. Xie Lang saw approval and relief in his eyes, but unfortunately, he didn't get what he wanted.

He blinked, suppressed the sour emotion in his heart, and said half-jokingly: "Then I should be happy. Didn't the Grand Master always want me to be a wise ruler? Should I be considered one now?"

"of course."

Wen Hemian did not deny it. She held her chin up and subconsciously tapped her cheek with her fingertips while speaking. She was in a very relaxed posture: "It's just that the road to becoming an emperor is long and difficult. When all the troubles are gone, I hope Your Majesty will not forget his original intention and have someone you can trust by your side so that you won't be lonely."

There have been many emperors in history who held all the power and were full of glory, but the further they advanced, the more alienated they became from the people around them, and in the end, there was no one left to whom they could confide their feelings.

Wen Hemian doesn't want Xie Lang to be like this in the future.

Xie Lang was not worried at all: "With the Grand Master here, that won't happen."

Wen Hemian smiled gently: "Maybe there will be other confidants. Besides, there are so many ministers, isn't there one who is trusted by His Majesty?"

Hearing Wen Hemian's hidden meaning, Xie Lang almost bit his teeth to pieces. He took a deep breath and managed to suppress it: "I appreciate your kindness, Master. They are still a little short. Let's talk about it later."

Wen Hemian looked at him kindly, a little worried. Why did he become unhappy while talking?

The matter was just glossed over.

Wen Hemian didn't want to continue working overtime at night. Seeing that he had no further response, she began to look at the memorials in her hand again. Any memorials that could be sent to her or Xie Lang were very important.

Last year, a white disaster hit the north, crushing many houses and displacing the people. The government was under increasing pressure to provide disaster relief, and they begged the court to allocate grain and funds. Bandits were roaming everywhere, but the local government did nothing. The people went all the way to the capital to complain...

Anyway, there are so many things going on that it makes people dizzy.

It also makes people understand that there are still accumulated problems within Dazhao.

No matter what, clearing up the court as soon as possible will be a good thing for the people's livelihood and the stability of the country.

Xie Lang stared at Wen Hemian with hatred for a while, his eyes quietly swept across her fair neck. He wanted to take a bite, but he didn't dare to, so he could only hold it in. As soon as he looked away, he heard Wen Hemian call him: "Your Majesty."

"?" He raised his eyes.

Wen Hemian raised the memorial in his hand calmly: "Ning Hechu has a close relationship with the Right Commander of the Five Armies in private. Did you know that?"

Wu Yun, the right commander of the Fifth Army, may not be often mentioned in daily life, but when it comes to major military and political affairs, how many people can be simple?

Wen Hemian knew that Ning Hechu was secretly trying to win over people in private, but the fact that he was advised against it this time showed that he was being a bit too blatant and he had to take it seriously.

"I know." Xie Lang said, "I sent someone to check. When the eunuch party was prevalent, Ning Hechu was still on duty at the Censorate. It was he who, together with several colleagues, made suggestions and saved Wu Yun from imprisonment."

Thinking of something, Xie Lang frowned in disgust: "This Wu Yun is not a good guy either. Not only did he force a good woman into prostitution, he also defiled his eldest sister-in-law. Afterwards, he acted like nothing happened and even got this position. It's not surprising that he can get involved with Ning Hechu. They are just in cahoots with each other."

Xie Lang knew what dirty things some people had done, but he couldn't do anything to them at the moment. However, he remembered every single one of them.

When the day comes that the list in his mind is made public, there will be many people waiting to suffer.

After saying these emotional words, Xie Lang changed his tone and said, "Grandmaster, don't worry too much. The internal affairs of the Five Military Camps are complicated and he can't make the final decision alone. If anyone dares to have a rebellious heart, the Left Governor will suppress him in advance."

The essence of power checks and balances is the checks and balances of interests, especially for those in high positions. Wu Yun's position involves more than just a little bit. No matter what he wants to do, he must first consider whether the people below agree.

"No, I mean, can we give him a bait, keep him within our control, and help us lure the snake out of its hole?"

Wen Hemian motioned him to come over and look at the memorial in his hand: "This should be a suppressed memorial, probably sneaked in by accident. You see, someone among the censors has already noticed the problem."

Not everyone in the Ning Party can be as foolproof as Ning Hechu. In order to avoid exposing their actions, they try every possible means to fool others. However, the net of heaven is vast and there is always a few fish that slip through the net and get caught.

Just like the one in Wen Hemian's hand.