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

Ever since the late emperor fell ill, the Ning Party has been entrenched until now and has deep roots in the court. Even though Wen Hemian had some advantages in hand, it took them so many years to dig deep enough to get to the bottom of it.

So the more I thought about it, the more I realized how desperate Xie Lang was in the original book to defeat Ning Hechu.

The downfall of a dynasty is often the result of accumulation over many generations. It can only be said that he has no choice but to do so.

Only after this matter is resolved can Wen Hemian resolve the issue between her and Xie Lang.

It's a critical moment, so it's not appropriate to create conflict. Just go along with it.

Considering these things in front of Xie Lang, even though Xie Lang didn't know, Wen Hemian couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"I would like to catch them all at once, so that I won't have any worries at all."

Apart from Wen Hemian, Xie Lang would not tolerate any powerful official holding power. A few years ago, he was still weak and could only watch Ning Hechu being arrogant. Now the situation is different, and he wants to take power into his own hands as soon as possible.

Wen Hemian: "Yes. With our current strength, they can't resist."

It’s a bit emotional to talk about it, but this is probably the general trend.

"With these words from Master Taifu, I feel relieved."

Xie Lang's eyes were bright, and when he wasn't saying those nonsense words, the youthfulness that vaguely emanated from him made people feel soft-hearted.

Wen Hemian had a very complicated expression: "I don't deserve it."

Xie Lang started to be stubborn again: "If I say I deserve it, then I deserve it. Just accept it calmly, Master."

Wen Hemian didn't want to have these meaningless arguments with him.

When something big happens, there is no time to consider personal feelings.

Arguing too much can easily expose one's own thoughts. Wen Hemian understands that the more you talk, the more mistakes you make, and doesn't want to cause trouble for himself.

Fortunately, Xie Lang still knew how to reason at this time. Perhaps he really didn't want to push her too hard. Even though the desire in his eyes was about to overflow, he still let her go obediently.

After an anxious wait, September 9th soon arrived.

Xie Lang led all the officials to climb the mountain to worship their ancestors.

The ceremonial procession was huge, with imperial guards supporting him in front and behind. Huo Ping, dressed in casual clothes, stood beside the emperor with a solemn expression on his face, but his eyes would occasionally glance at Wen Hemian, with indescribable complexity.

One of the six arts for a gentleman is riding and archery, so basically all court officials knew how to ride horses. For convenience, everyone went there on horseback. However, when they reached the foot of the mountain, they all had to walk, climbing the stairs step by step to the top.

On the mountain is the ancestral temple built by order of the founding emperor. Ancestors are worshipped here every year. The steps are well repaired and preserved, and the way is not difficult to walk on. It's just that my luck was not very good. Halfway through the journey, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and it started to rain soon after.

The officials hurriedly took out umbrellas to shelter from the rain.

Wen Hemian didn't have that chance. Just as she was about to turn around to get the umbrella, a hand firmly wrapped around her shoulder and she fell into Xie Lang's control.

The sky was gloomy, and the expression in Xie Lang's eyes could not be seen clearly, but a smile could be heard in his voice: "Taifu, there is no need to look for it. My umbrella is big enough. At least in front of everyone, I can show them how I respect my teacher."

Wen Hemian looked at him kindly: "...Does Your Majesty believe it yourself?"

There was a little more gnashing of teeth.

Xie Lang didn't believe it.

But he was just clingy. For so long, he hadn't even had a chance to sit down and have dinner with Wen Hemian again. He had long been unable to bear it and was just taking advantage of the situation.

Does it matter what kind of gentleman you are as Wen Hemian as you are?

In public, Wen Hemian really couldn't do anything to him unless they had a falling out. She even heard people behind her talking about their deep teacher-student relationship.

What kind of deep love is this, teacher?

The umbrella tilted towards her, covering her tightly. On the other hand, Xie Lang had half of his shoulder wet, and he was really like a drowned puppy.

She was silent for a while, and finally gave up.

Anyway, it’s not her who is being drenched, and Xie Lang likes to endure hardship, so let him endure it!

Due to the bad weather, the group quickened their pace and barely arrived at the ancestral temple before dark. They boiled hot water in the temple and went to wash up.

When Wen Hemian came out after washing up, Xie Lang had already changed his clothes and was sitting obediently at the table waiting for her. He wanted to talk, but he sneezed twice and was stunned.

"Puff..." Wen Hemian was happy to see him fail, "You will suffer the consequences of your own actions."

She was still in the mood to tease, but Lai Xi, who was standing beside her, was so frightened that she quickly brought the ginger soup over: "Your Majesty and Lord Wen, drink this ginger soup quickly."

Xie Lang felt embarrassed and gulped down the bowl in anger.

Wen Hemian took the cup calmly and sipped it slowly. To be honest, she didn't like the taste at all.

She glanced out the window and suddenly said, "The rain is getting heavier."

Xie Lang got over the awkward moment just now and recalled calmly: "That's perfect. I won't have to clean it up again tomorrow morning."

The corners of his mouth were raised, but his eyes seemed to be wrapped in winter ice, unable to penetrate even a little bit, and were frighteningly deep.

Wen Hemian's hands holding the ginger soup froze for a moment, and after a while he slowly responded: "Well, I hope so."

"Tonight is not peaceful, I will leave more people with the Master." Xie Lang was very serious, his eyes were incredibly hot, "We can't let anything happen to us."

Xie Lang is greedy. He is a weed that will do whatever it takes to survive. Wen Hemian is not like that, but he hopes that both of them will be fine.

Wen Hemian smiled and said, "I know."

……

As night fell, the rain got heavier.

Suddenly, a bird's cry came from somewhere, and the sharp cry broke the silence of the night. Something hidden in the dark was about to explode, instantly tearing apart the calm appearance.

The people guarding outside shouted, "There's an assassin, martial law!"

Wen Hemian didn't fall asleep peacefully at all, she just took a short nap on the table. Xie Lang lived on the other side of her. He woke up immediately when he heard the sound and grabbed the sword beside him.

Changzhu climbed in from the window and locked the door. Outside, there was the sound of cold weapons colliding. He stepped back vigilantly and protected Wen Hemian.

Wen Hemian lowered his voice: "Did they start a fight?"

Chang Zhu nodded: "Wu Yun took the lead. When I came in, another group of people had already arrived."

That looks very messy.

Wen Hemian had just nodded when he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound. A sharp arrow came through the window and was blocked by Chang Zhu.

At the moment when lightning split the sky, the door was kicked open, and several people in night clothes stabbed in with swords, shouting: "Wen Hemian, give me your life!"

Wen Hemian's eyes turned cold, and he quickly drew his sword and joined the battle with Chang Zhu.

Although she looked weak, she was actually very strong. She took advantage of the moment when the man was distracted and threw the sword to the ground with a clang. Her moves were precise and deadly, and she quickly killed two people.

The last person tried to attack her from behind when she was not prepared, but before he could even raise his hand, he was struck in the throat by an arrow shot from behind and fell to the ground with his eyes open.

"Teacher!"

Xie Lang was covered in dampness as he hurried over from outside. His hands holding the bow and arrow were shaking, and his uneasy and trembling eyes met Wen Hemian.