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

After receiving Wen Hemian's signal, Xie Lang naturally moved closer to her.

Even though the space was so small, he still insisted on getting closer. He stood there with such a tall and straight figure that he was quite oppressive.

Wen Hemian frowned slightly and was about to speak, but Xie Lang calmly took the memorial from her hand and sat down aside.

Sitting across the small table, at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, Wen Hemian opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

A normal behavior, huh?

Xie Lang raised his lips slightly, a smile flashed in his eyes, but what he was thinking was that if he leaned over just now, he should be able to hold the tutor in his arms.

When they first met, he couldn't break free from her grasp, but after so many years, he was no longer that little child and could hold her completely in his arms.

However, people had just let down their guard, and rash action would not be worth the risk. Xie Lang knew the difference between eating one meal and eating every other, and quickly drew Wen Hemian's attention back.

"The censors are so quick to believe anything they hear. I'd rather rely on myself than on them." Xie Lang said bluntly, "They keep arguing all day long, but they don't say much useful things. They must be too full."

They would rather talk about whether he has a harem every day, rather than talking about whether the common people are suffering or starving, or how many rats are sucking the blood out of the court. In short, they have nothing to do.

Wen Hemian spoke silently for the imperial censors including Ye Zhaoxuan: "Your Majesty, there are still good people among them."

She said this in a tactful way, which was quite interesting.

Xie Lang couldn't help but smile, and changed his words: "I meant most of them."

The position of Censor is often a sinecure. Those who stand out too much risk losing their heads, while those who keep silent are most likely to live quietly with high salaries.

When Emperor Shun was still in power, many officials in the court used their connections to get their own incompetent young people into the government. After a few years or when they had made contributions, they would be transferred to other places.

"Hmm." Wen Hemian didn't want to dwell on this any longer, so she asked, "What did you just say, Your Majesty, do you have any plans?"

"I will ask Zuo Dudu to come over and see him later."

Xie Lang would not joke about such a thing. If a fight really broke out, a single negligence could easily result in the loss of one's life.

He had finally come this far, so naturally he would not throw away what he had obtained.

Besides, I have to accompany the Grand Tutor and create the peaceful and prosperous world she wants to see.

Wen Hemian nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The Wen family already has military power in their hands, so it is not reasonable for her to interfere in these matters.

Wen Hemian picked up a piece of cake and put it into his mouth. He didn't know if the chef in the imperial kitchen had put too much sugar in it because of his trembling hands, but he felt a little choked.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to pour tea, a cup of warm tea was pushed to her hand.

Xie Lang restrained his gaze, moved it from her fingertips to her lips, and lowered his voice: "Master, have a cup of tea."

Wen Hemian had exactly the same idea, so he took the glass and drank it all in one gulp without any hesitation.

After drinking, Wen Hemian sighed and put down the half-finished cake, feeling really unable to accept it.

She looked up at the scenery outside the window. Spring was approaching and full of vitality. She was immediately touched and suggested: "The imperial examinations will always be very lively in the capital. In the past two years, you have been staying in the palace and refusing to go out. This year, you should go out and take a look."

Xie Rang looked at her quietly and asked subconsciously: "Will the Master go with me?"

"...Well, go ahead."

After a little hesitation, Wen Hemian agreed.

Even if she didn't go out with Xie Lang, Lu Zishen, Ye Zhaoxuan and the others would definitely ask her out.

Rather than encountering embarrassment outside and having to go back to comfort others, it is better to do it in one step.

"Okay, Master, I've agreed, and I can't go back on my word."

Xie Lang made the final decision, with a smile on his face.

Wen Hemian: “No.”

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There are three spring examinations, starting on March 9th and ending on March 15th.

Students from other places came to Beijing and settled down early. Apart from daily review, they gathered in major restaurants and inns in Beijing to inquire about news and see if they could make friends with like-minded people.

Among them, Zhuangyuan Building is the most famous.

It's not just because of the name, but also because there are autographs from many top scorers collected here, and everyone wants to see them before taking the exam.

It is similar to the modern practice of worshipping the statue of Confucius before taking an exam.

Wen Hemian complained silently.

Xie Lang asked: "Did the teacher leave any inscriptions here?"

"no chance."

Wen Hemian was telling the truth.

At that time, she already knew clearly what she would face later. In addition to preparing for the exam, she also made preparations to be able to successfully enter the palace to kidnap people. She had no chance to wander around outside.

To be honest, the only time it was glorious was when it was paraded through the streets on horseback.

"The teacher sacrificed a lot for me."

Xie Lang's voice was small.

Wen Hemian smiled and said, "I also have selfish motives."

It's strange to say, except when she thinks of her grandparents, she feels a little sad, but she doesn't have much attachment to the modern world where she has lived for more than 20 years.

In comparison, she prefers this era. She has a healthy body, can run and jump, and helping the system complete tasks is just a price to pay.

Xie Lang's eyes lit up slightly, and he wanted to ask her what "selfish" meant, but before he could open his mouth, he was interrupted by a burst of noise from below.

No one knew what the students were arguing about, the scene was chaotic and a few of them took advantage of the chaos to start a fight.

They were sitting on the third floor, far away, and had just been chatting and talking, so they didn't notice what was going on at all. It was difficult to extract useful information at this moment.

Xie Lang waved his hand to call the secret guard beside him: "Go down and find out."

We are at the foot of the emperor and the Spring Examination is approaching, so the control over disturbing public order is even stricter. Any of us who is smart would not think of causing trouble at this time. If we are caught and thrown into jail for a few days and miss the examination, it would not be worth it.

The secret guard quickly found out the information.

He carefully glanced at the young emperor's expression before speaking, "They were talking about Lord Wen just now. One of them said that Lord Wen was not worthy of the position, and the others argued with him and had a small quarrel."

Upon hearing this, Xie Lang's face suddenly darkened.

He could accept someone saying that he was a puppet, but he could never accept someone slandering Wen Hemian in front of him: "Go find out that person's family background."

The secret guard knew what it meant and went down to do it quickly.

Wen Hemian didn't expect that she would encounter something related to herself after just one trip. She was quite open-minded: "It's okay. I'm not Jin Yin. I can't be liked by everyone. Besides, there are people who don't like Jin Yin."

If Wen Hemian cared about these things every day, he would probably be upset to death.

When you are alive, you have to keep a calm mind.

Xie Lang's opinion differed from hers. Although he still had a smile on his face, it was cold: "When they enter the court in the future, they should learn how to respect the king and also how to respect my teacher."

He would not tolerate anyone blaspheming his tutor.