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

In early spring in April, the Imperial Garden is full of vitality.

Wen Hemian looked at them a few more times, and Lai Xi hurriedly asked someone to pick some flowers for her, but she quickly stopped him.

Don't waste these beautiful flowers for your own selfish desires.

The banquet took half a day. The sun had set a little and the breeze was gentle. Wen Hemian saw Xie Lang after walking a few steps. He was sitting in the pavilion with no one serving him.

Lai Xi sent Wen Hemian here and stopped consciously, obviously not planning to follow.

Reasonably speaking, Wen Hemian didn't want to be alone with Xie Lang, but the situation didn't seem to allow her to have a choice.

She walked calmly to the young man and sat down opposite him, saying, "Who has offended His Majesty again? Look how scared he is."

There will be no one else except the person in front of me.

Xie Lang was in a depressed mood and didn't dare to speak. He could only speak aggrievedly: "At the banquet, the Grand Tutor didn't even look at me."

Wen Hemian said without any guilt: "I haven't seen such a lively and cheerful scene for a long time. It is inevitable that I neglected Your Majesty. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

There is not a trace of fear in this forgiveness.

After hearing Qingyun's words, Wen Hemian seriously and thoroughly reflected on his past interactions with Xie Lang. When she was a man, she could still call her a sister, but when she was a woman, they were a little too intimate.

At least for this era.

These are behaviors that are extremely easy to be misunderstood.

So what she had to do was to eliminate Xie Lang's misunderstanding and make him realize that this was wrong.

She tried to avoid those actions that could easily be misunderstood.

In fact, she was not worried that Xie Lang would become alienated from her because of this. It was very mysterious, and it came from an inexplicable certainty. From a practical point of view, it was the trust in their companionship for so many years.

"You know I won't punish you..."

Xie Lang lowered his voice. He knew Wen Hemian would definitely hear it, but he didn't care so much. He asked, "What did the Grand Tutor say to that Shen?"

These new scholars were not those officials in the court who would rely on their age and seniority to bully others. They had seen Xie Lang during the palace examination and were in awe and respectful of him. Naturally, not many of them dared to look up at his expression.

Therefore, Xie Lang could take this opportunity to keep his eyes on Wen Hemian without restraint. He was drunk and anyone who looked at him would think they were in a daze.

He didn't pay much attention to what Wen Hemian said. In a moment of distraction, Shen Changyan's eyes seemed to be getting hot when he looked at the tutor, which was really unpleasant.

Wen Hemian: “…”

What a mess of questions.

Facing the young man's burning gaze, Wen Hemian knew that she could not escape this question. Since there was nothing she couldn't hide, she simply repeated his exact words.

She vaguely remembered that she had told Xie Lang these words during a lecture a long time ago.

After Xie Lang heard this, his expression changed from gloomy to cheerful: "He is still not steady enough. He gets excited when listening to the words of the Grand Master. He should be allowed to experience more in the future."

Wen Hemian's expression was indescribable.

I really want to blurt out: Isn’t he?

In the end, he just pressed it without saying anything.

Wen Hemian sighed: "Ning Hechu has made some moves recently, what is your majesty's plan?"

In the original book, the conflict between Xie Lang and Ning Hechu broke out around this time.

The emperor's growth is not a good thing for the Ning Party.

Of course, Ning Hechu was not that stupid. He did not plan to overthrow the emperor and become the emperor himself. Instead, he chose a puppet from the royal family and prepared to support and control him.

Unfortunately, he failed, and failed miserably.

But in contrast, Xie Lang's success was also extremely tragic.

The entire capital was almost completely massacred, and this was where he earned the reputation of being a tyrant. In particular, the people's livelihood was in decline, the world was not at peace, and there were rumors everywhere, causing the entire Dazhao to be in crisis.

But this is just the original book.

Wen Hemian has found ways to get rid of many treacherous officials. Although not everyone in the world is rich now, as long as there are no natural disasters or man-made disasters, life should be no problem.

Moreover, the sweet potatoes planted last year were harvested and brought to various places through the efforts of her and Liu Qiongyue's business. They can be promoted in the future, and the people will have more confidence in facing natural disasters.

"Wu Yun is gathering troops in secret, and the military department is not at peace either. The Three Thousand Battalion and the Divine Machine Battalion were not valued by the late emperor and have been in decline for many years. I plan to train them in the future, so I can win them over now."

Xie Lang briefly described the situation: "The best time for him to take action should be during the ancestor worship."

Only at this time can we gather all the important officials together and take action more conveniently.

Ning Hechu did not completely eradicate the problem many years ago, and he will definitely not make the same mistake again now.

Wen Hemian paused: "Indeed."

That's why people say Xie Lang is a natural born emperor. His words also accurately reflect the plot in the original book.

For some reason, a string in Wen Hemian's mind jumped.

"The Fifth Army Camp is no longer under our control. From what Your Majesty said, do you want the Feihong Camp to replace the Fifth Army Camp?"

Xie Lang nodded: "They are my confidants."

As an emperor, if he did not have military power, he would be not much different from Ning Hechu.

"pretty good."

Wen Hemian breathed a sigh of relief. Xie Lang had grown up faster than she had imagined.

Or rather, this was his original experience, but he learned to act coquettishly and softly in front of her, thus paralyzing her perception and making her forget that this was a ferocious beast that had already bared its fangs.

"Should we bring more people with us, Grand Tutor? If he gets desperate, he will definitely attack you."

If we talk about the person who has caused the most hatred over the years, Wen Hemian is the first one to bear the brunt. Ning Hechu must be eager to kill her as soon as possible, otherwise when she goes to call for help, they will all be doomed.

Xie Lang persevered and tried to persuade Wen Hemian: "As for the temple matter, they can't handle anyone well, I'm really worried. Of course, I didn't mean to say that the secret guards around the Grand Tutor are not good, I just want more protection..."

To be honest, Xie Lang's patch was a bit too obvious.

He spoke sincerely, as if he was thinking completely about Wen Hemian, and analyzed the pros and cons one by one. But after careful consideration, Wen Hemian still shook his head and refused.

"Let them stay with His Majesty. Ning Hechu won't act so quickly, at least not openly."

Wen Hemian stroked the cup, showing a rare bit of anxiety, but she didn't show it. She met Xie Lang's eyes and her voice became a little deeper: "The palace is the only place where your majesty doesn't have spies. Could it be that your majesty would think too much?"

Xie Lang has always wanted to control everything. There are countless spies in Jin, and less than half of them are arranged by him, keeping a close eye on everyone's every move.

This is a bit harsh.

Xie Lang widened his eyes slightly and quickly explained: "No! Master, don't think too much, I definitely didn't mean that!"

He was a little annoyed, feeling that what he had just said did have some meaning in that context.

Wen Hemian made the final decision: "That's it, you continue to arrange your plans, I'll keep an eye on the court."

When it was done, she had brought her mission to a successful conclusion.