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

The commotion in the palace did not escape Ning Hechu's sight.

"Huo Ping's methods were ruthless. Most of the people arranged by his subordinates were pulled out. There were also a few who might not have a strong sense of presence and were not noticed, so they escaped."

Ning Hechu slowly scraped off the foam on the tea and took a sip: "He is loyal to the royal family... and Wen Hemian is not an easy person to deal with either."

Emperor Shun passed away suddenly, but they were able to react immediately to protect the new emperor and rush into the palace with their men, which showed that they had some courage.

He dared to do this only because his father was guarding the border and he had a golden medal of immunity from death.

"But his methods are immature. He can't make any waves when he is with that puppet emperor."

"Then according to your opinion..."

Ning Hechu sneered: "Just let them keep watching. I don't want to play with them."

The subordinate responded: "Yes."

-

Wen Hemian promised to find time to take Xie Lang out of the palace to play, and made good preparations in advance. The main reason was another one - his birthday was approaching.

Xie Lang was born in April, a good time when the ice and snow melted and the earth came back to life. He had been in the cold palace before, where he was hungry and cold, and he probably had never celebrated his birthday. Considering that it was his first time, Wen Hemian made very detailed preparations.

She remembered that in modern times, before her grandparents passed away, they also carefully prepared her birthday every year and prayed for her to live a long and peaceful life.

Whatever she has, her cubs must also have.

"The yard has been cleaned up. Sir, do you want to make any other arrangements?"

The one who spoke was Qingyun, the maid who served Wen Hemian personally. She was one year older than her, had a pretty face, and was capable of handling things. As a girl, it was more convenient for her to be around than Uncle Lu. The two of them had a good relationship. Although they were maids, they were more like sisters. Wen Hemian never liked to put on airs.

"Put two more pots of flowers in and put them on the table. You can also put more books. Your Majesty loves reading. Put my new inkstone in there too."

It was not easy to leave the palace, so Wen Hemian planned to let Xie Lang stay in the mansion for a few days. She simply rearranged a room for him, which was separated from her room by a corridor so that Xie Lang could come to see her at any time.

Qingyun responded, she was clever: "The young master cares a lot about the young Majesty."

"Just treat it as raising a child." Wen Hemian said, "I'll keep an eye on him in the capital, so that your father won't have to worry about anything. Your Majesty is a good ruler, and he will surely achieve something in the future."

A wise ruler or a tyrant, there is only one word difference. Wen Hemian has studied the plot of the original book that the system transmitted to her mind. Xie Lang has grown up along the way, but what he lacks is someone to accompany him.

Qingyun understood: "I will give the order right away, and treat your Majesty as your second master."

Servants also know how to serve the right dishes. Since Wen Hemian has said so, Qingyun will take care of the servants in the mansion.

"Yes. Also, send the letter in the study to the border to let my father, mother and others know that they are safe."

When talking about Prince Huailing and his wife, Wen Hemian felt mixed emotions.

They had countless military exploits, but what they cared about most was their only daughter. They disguised her as a man and raised her in a temple, hoping that she would get better. Unfortunately, their wish did not come true. Her original body died at the age of five, and then Wen Hemian traveled through time and space.

Because of this, she felt guilty towards the couple, but the system said it didn't matter, what was hers was hers, and cause and effect had their own destiny.

Qingyun: "Yes."

Wen Hemian had been preparing for half a month, and inevitably neglected Xie Lang. After she was absent-minded for the second time, Xie Lang's voice came: "Master, if you don't want to teach me, you can just say so."

He seemed to care about me very much at the beginning, but after such a short time, he became so indifferent!

"What nonsense?" Wen Hemian came back to his senses, covered his lips and coughed a little guiltily, "I have prepared something for Your Majesty, you will be able to see it in a few days."

Wen Hemian didn’t know what children of this age liked, and he hadn’t found a birthday gift yet. He started to worry, fearing that he would not be able to give the gift he wanted.

Xie Lang's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you? I always keep my word. Study hard and don't think too much." Wen Hemian smiled, "Your Majesty, are you so eager to leave the palace?"

Xie Lang admitted honestly: "A little bit."

He grew up in the cold palace and had seen only a little bit of the world. In the past, he was only concerned about food and clothing and had no time to think about much. Now that he has no worries about food and drink, he reads so many books that he can't help but yearn for it and want to see what the capital city looks like.

Wen Hemian's eyes were filled with pity: "It doesn't matter, if you want to go out, go out. The whole world belongs to the king, Your Majesty can go anywhere."

A qualified king should not always be in the imperial court. Wen Hemian intends to let him see what the real people are like.

Xie Lang: “Hmm!”

With such expectation as motivation, Xie Lang was extra diligent in the next few days. After Wen Hemian was ready, he took him out of the palace as promised.

The lively scene outside the palace was something Xie Lang had never seen before. No matter how mature he was, he couldn't help but lift the curtain to look outside at this moment. His little face was stern, but the corners of his lips could not be suppressed.

Wen Hemian warned: "Your Majesty, please do not call me Grand Tutor when you are outside, and do not call yourself "I". If others hear it, they will be frightened."

Xie Lang was still clear about this and nodded obediently: "Teacher."

After that, he asked again: "What did the Master call me?"

Xie Lang didn't have a nickname, so Wen Hemian thought for a moment and asked for his opinion: "Call him A Lang?"

This is the benefit of raising someone well. Xie Lang will not go against Wen Hemian for no reason, so he readily agreed: "Yes."

Wen Hemian's eyebrows relaxed: "The word Lang has a good meaning, meaning pure and flawless jade. If Your Majesty can grow up to be a bright and handsome monarch, it will be a perfect match."

Pure white, bright and clear?

Xie Lang's eyes flickered and he sneered in his heart, thinking that none of these could be related to him.

But seeing Wen Hemian's expectant expression, Xie Lang pursed his lips... It's not impossible, he could just pretend.

Everything outside the palace was new and unfamiliar to Xie Lang. He was looking forward to coming out, but when he actually came out, he found that he actually didn't know how to play and was quite at a loss.

Wen Hemian saw his embarrassment, laughed, and simply took his hand: "Come on, I'll take you around."

After it got warmer, more people set up stalls on the streets, selling all kinds of things. A few children ran past them, chattering and gathered in front of a stall. Wen Hemian took a closer look and found that they were selling sugar paintings.

She asked casually: "Alang, do you want to eat sugar paintings?"

Xie Lang looked at those excited children and curled his lips: "No way, so stupid."

Wen Hemian said without hesitation: "Okay, just consider it as accompanying me, okay?"

The kid is just being stubborn, Wen Hemian said as he pulled him to the candy painting stand. After the children in front of him left, he pointed at the rabbits on the pattern and said, "Draw two for me."

The sugar painting vendor was very skillful and soon finished drawing two rabbits, which looked very lifelike and adorable. He handed them to Wen Hemian with a smile and said, "Here you go, customer!"

Wen Hemian gave one to Xie Lang.

She said no and was a little awkward when she took it. Wen Hemian didn't take it seriously. She took a bite of the candy painting. It had a light sweetness, not too greasy, just right.

She urged Xie Lang in an encouraging tone: "Try it? You like sweet food, right? This should suit your taste."

Perhaps it's because he's suffered a lot that he prefers sweet things. Wen Hemian didn't say it explicitly, but he has been observing it carefully.

Xie Lang didn't expect that she would take his preferences to heart. He was stunned and subconsciously took a bite. It was indeed very good.

I just don't know why I feel depressed.