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

"Do you have anything else to say about this?"

Wen Hemian crossed his hands in front of him, his eyes full of coldness as he stared at Min Rong, who was shaking like a sieve. After a while, he continued slowly.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you've joined the Ning clan. If you don't want people to know, you better not do it. It's written in black and white. If I report it to you, what do you think will happen to you?"

Wen Hemian has always been easy to talk to, and Min Rong was fortunate to be the first person in the Ministry of Personnel to face her anger.

He picked up the notebook that had fallen on the ground tremblingly, and after seeing the words written on it clearly, his heart finally settled down.

...really every detail is covered.

Min Rong looked at Wen Hemian as if he had seen a ghost.

Wen Hemian didn't have time to deal with him for the time being. Seeing that he was speechless, he raised the documents in his hand and said, "Do you want to continue reading? There are more here."

Min Rong was depressed, but he had nothing to say: "I will take my leave!"

Now that Wen Hemian has so many things in her hands, unless he is a fool, he will not confront her immediately.

Wen Hemian lowered his eyes, looked at the blank document in his hand, and snorted.

He's just a bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong. He will behave himself immediately after a little threat.

She deliberately kept Min Rong to see if this man could give her some surprises when he was desperate.

The affairs of the Ministry of Personnel were not her important consideration at the moment. She was doing something else.

Wen Hemian looked at the memorial in his hand and suddenly felt a little excited about what kind of turmoil it would cause after submitting it.

The mere sound of girls being admitted to school is shocking.

This move would inevitably shake the interests of many noble families, and she, who made the suggestion, would undoubtedly become the target of public criticism.

Since ancient times, most reformers have paid a heavy price to open their doors.

Wen Hemian was in a high position and had this idea, but she had not originally planned to do it so quickly. It was just that some of Xie Lang's actions eventually made her heart shift.

Sometimes, she also wants to act impulsively.

"Master Wen? Master Wen!"

Lai Xi came from the palace. At first, he saw Wen Hemian seemed to be thinking about something, so he resisted the urge to disturb her. But the longer he waited, the more he felt something was wrong. He bravely stepped forward and called out to her, and finally he saw her come back to her senses.

Wen Hemian put down the written memorial in his hand without any change of expression and said politely, "Eunuch Lai Xi."

Lai Xi always felt that something was very strange. He suppressed his doubts and quickly put on a smile: "Sir Wen, His Majesty summons you to the palace."

All the palace servants in the Taiji Hall, including Lai Xi, have been suffering recently.

Lord Wen came to the palace less frequently, and His Majesty was always cold and indifferent. No one could be found to ease the atmosphere all day long, so no one dared to speak and was really distressed.

For a while, everyone was cursing the ministers of the previous dynasty who were meddling in other people's affairs. How could they be so nosy as to even interfere in the affairs of His Majesty?

When Lord Wen was teaching Your Majesty in the past, they didn't say a word.

Wen Hemian had indeed been hiding from Xie Lang for a long time. If she continued hiding, those people would suspect that she and Xie Lang were having a conflict. She sighed and stood up: "Let's go."

Lai Xi was sent out to invite people, so she had no reason not to enter the palace.

Xie Lang felt really bad. Even with all the important things happening, he still found time to meet her.

When Wen Hemian arrived, he was standing outside the Taiji Hall, looking around. Finally, he saw someone coming. A happy smile appeared on his face, and he walked up to him quickly, his eyes dancing with joy: "Master."

Wen Hemian was already aware of his ability to push his buttons, so he avoided his hand that wanted to support him, jumped off the carriage himself, and stood steadily, looking like he was doing his job properly.

"Your Majesty, why do you want me to enter the palace?"

Wen Hemian looked at Xie Lang with complicated eyes.

The kid seemed to be hurt by her attitude. His enthusiasm suddenly disappeared by half. He drooped his shoulders and looked pitiful.

"Can't we let the Master enter the palace if there is nothing wrong? Could it be that I miss the Master?"

Xie Lang's voice was suppressed and slightly bitter.

Wen Hemian gritted his teeth.

Now he pretends to be well behaved, but why is he not well behaved again when he secretly kisses her while she is drunk and unconscious? He has two faces in front of people and behind their backs?

In the past, he looked good and docile, and acted very well.

I only regret that I didn't see it earlier, and now I'm stuck in this dilemma.

Lai Xi huddled to the side with his head hung low. If he hadn't been afraid to move, he would have covered his ears.

The young emperor never spoke like this before. He must have heard something horrible!

Wen Hemian suppressed his complicated emotions: "Of course not."

The young man immediately smiled and said, "Master, please follow me."

Wen Hemian had no idea what he was up to, so he could only follow him.

Probably they were not discussing serious matters, as he did not go to the study, but took her to the side hall. After not being here for a while, Wen Hemian felt that this place seemed to have changed a lot. There were more beautiful flowers and plants in the courtyard, and it looked cool and pleasant in this season.

The rain chains hanging on the eaves were blown by the wind, making crisp tinkling sounds. It was very quiet along the way and no palace servants were encountered.

Wen Hemian felt familiar yet strange.

Only after she saw clearly what was placed in the side hall did she suddenly stop.

Xie Lang seemed not to notice her strangeness, and said with a smile: "This is the red coral newly tributed from Qiongzhou. I think it looks good, so I specially ordered people to move it to the side hall. What do you think, Master?"

The red coral was about one meter tall, with a beautiful rosy color, like a spreading tree.

Even in the museum in his previous life, Wen Hemian had never seen such a large red coral. He was so surprised that he continued, "It looks good. They really put a lot of effort into it."

After Xie Lang gradually gained a foothold in the imperial court, many people heard the news and sent gifts in an attempt to win the emperor's favor. He had seen countless good things in the past few years, but none of them were original.

This is different. It can be passed down from generation to generation and become the treasure of the museum.

Xie Lang suddenly changed his tone, and looked at Wen Hemian with a smile: "Does Master like it? How about I give it to Master?"

The gaze on his face was extremely bright and hot, as if it had pried open that layer of paper and was no longer concealed.

Wen Hemian's heart trembled from the heat, and he refused in a steady voice: "Such a treasure should be kept in the palace, not given to the ministers. If the censors knew about it, there would be criticism."

Wen Hemian is a well-deserved favorite, even though up to now, some people in the court have been on guard against her, fearing that she might harbor rebellious thoughts.

Too much honor and favor may be a death warrant.

"I don't know."

Xie Lang stared at her straight, his tone a little hurried. He raised his foot and walked towards Wen Hemian, cautiously, as if he wanted to raise his hand to touch her.

"Instead of giving it to ordinary officials, can't we just give it to the Grand Tutor?"

Before the hand touched his cheek, Wen Hemian raised his hand to block it, with his brows drooped and his expression could not be seen clearly.