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

Overcoming training is useful.

At least Wen Hemian didn't want to vomit when she saw the bright red blood, but her hand holding the sword still trembled a little when she killed someone.

She breathed a sigh of relief, glanced across the ground, and quickly determined: "These people are from the Imperial Guards."

Xie Lang said coldly: "There is a traitor, and the Imperial Guards have also purged themselves. They are really desperate to run to the Grand Tutor."

Wen Hemian was resting, so Xie Lang did not disturb her rashly. He took his men out to command the battle. In the middle of the battle, he suddenly felt uneasy and ran back to take a look. He saw that the man was trying to launch a sneak attack. His body reacted faster than his brain, so he drew the bow and shot the arrow purely subconsciously.

"I can't help it. I'm so hated."

Wen Hemian shook his head and sighed helplessly.

There was a constant howling wind and cold rain outside, but the sound coming over here was much quieter. The damp smell of rain mixed with the smell of blood drifted over, and Wen Hemian felt a little nauseous.

She asked, “What’s going on now?”

Xie Lang gestured to drag the body out while walking towards her, his eyes cold and chilling: "Huo Ping has taken his men there, and the Feihong Camp has surrounded them all the way up from the foot of the mountain and trapped them."

"Now, it's just a dying struggle."

Wen Hemian: "Where are the ministers?"

"A few were taken hostage, and the rest were escorted to the tunnel."

After all, the ancestral temple is a place exclusively used by the royal family to worship their ancestors. It contains many secrets that are not easily found out by outsiders.

"Yeah." Wen Hemian nodded and was rarely stunned.

The Ning Party, which had been entrenched in the court for many years, was suddenly about to be eliminated, giving people a strong sense of unreality.

During the moment of daze, Xie Lang took the opportunity to hold her hand that was holding the sword, then took out a handkerchief from somewhere and carefully wiped the blood off it for her.

"You..." Wen Hemian frowned, pulled back, but didn't move. He was worried that the sword would stab him, so his movements were restrained.

Xie Lang just lowered his eyes and said, "When everything is settled, I will never let the Grand Tutor handle these dirty things again."

His Taifu, as bright as the moon in the sky, should be standing there properly instead of getting his hands dirty with these filthy things.

Wen Hemian's eyelids jumped, but it was not easy to refuse him in front of everyone present: "Then I would like to thank your majesty for your grace."

Xie Lang said "hmm", his emotions were dull and no ups and downs could be heard.

His gaze lingered on Wen Hemian's hand for a long time, and he felt a little regretful that he couldn't catch it openly now.

But it's not far.

Seeing that the blood on her hand had been wiped clean, Wen Hemian quickly pulled her hand out. This time she felt no resistance, so she breathed a sigh of relief, raised her eyes, and saw someone coming out from the rain.

He was a man with a stern figure, also wearing night clothes, full of murderous aura, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, looking upright and dignified. He bowed to Xie Lang and reported: "Your Majesty, the rebels have been suppressed. A small group escaped in the west. I have ordered people to chase them. There are still things to deal with outside. In addition, Ning Hechu, Wu Yun and other rebel leaders have all been arrested and brought to justice. Please order your disposal."

In tonight's incident, everyone who started the fight was attributed to the rebels. However, it has probably been less than half an hour since the incident. It is unheard of that it could be so quick.

Xie Lang nodded: "Well done. Master, his name is Feifeng, and he is the leader of the Feihong Camp."

The second half of the sentence was directed to Wen Hemian.

Wen Hemian had never interfered with him building his own power. This was the first time he met the core figure of the Feihong Camp. He was kind and said, "Chief Feifeng."

Feifeng looked at her with some scrutiny and curiosity, but it was well-intentioned. In front of the Emperor, he said nothing extra, but just smiled unnaturally: "Greetings, Lord Wen."

Xie Lang: "Ning Hechu and Wu Yun will be detained first, and will be dealt with after they return to Beijing to plead guilty. All those involved must be kept under strict surveillance and must not let down their guard. Continue to track down those who have escaped, and kill any who resist."

Feifeng: "Yes."

It was so chaotic tonight, Xie Lang was still feeling uneasy. Now that the situation was stable, he never went out again.

The group waited quietly in the house for a long time. During this time, two fish that escaped the net occasionally came over, but were killed by the secret guards before they could get close. It was not until the heavy rain was about to stop that things finally calmed down.

After staying up all night, I feel really sleepy.

Wen Hemian sighed, "It went too smoothly. I thought Ning Hechu would at least struggle a little longer. I didn't expect that his men would fight harder than him."

After fighting for so many years, Wen Hemian has some understanding of Ning Hechu.

Most of the time, his behavior is like that of a true traitor, but sometimes, it is hard to understand.

If he had really struggled hard, their operation might not have been so smooth this time.

"It's meaningless." Xie Lang shook his head and said, "The Ning Party is at the end of its rope. They have no chance of winning."

"Too."

Wen Hemian agreed.

"Rather than saying he wanted to rebel, it's more like his subordinates pushed him to rebel. As they are in the same boat, he has no chance of escaping. If he resists less, he will suffer less. Speaking of which... do you think the incident with the late emperor is true?"

Logically speaking, out of caution, she should have investigated what Ning Hechu said anyway, but for the first time in her life, she did not investigate this matter.

Royal secrets.

Xie Lang was silent for a long time, and gave a definite answer: "It's true."

After saying that, he raised his eyes and looked at Wen Hemian, as if he wanted to see what her mood was like.

Wen Hemian pursed his lips and was speechless for a moment: "The late emperor was really a piece of shit."

Just think about it, a young and innocent girl, who was looking forward to marrying her lover, was kidnapped along the way, and was tortured to death in such a cruel way... It's too horrible.

Suddenly, she began to understand why her parents had fallen out with the royal family. It was clear that the late emperor was a lunatic behind the scenes.

It can be said that evil will be punished, and he felt despair and suffocation at the moment of his death.

"He deserves to die." Disgust flashed across Xie Lang's eyes, and then his tone softened, "But Master, I am different from him."

Xie Lang was afraid that this incident would cause Wen Hemian to change his opinion of him.

But it was clear that he had only met the late emperor a few times, and he did not recognize this so-called father.

"Of course I know this."

Wen Hemian took a sip of tea and comforted him: "Your Majesty is more suitable to be an emperor than him. I watched you grow up, there is no doubt about that."

Wen Hemian did not lie, but she knew that if she kept seven out of ten things secret, it wouldn't be considered a lie.

Besides, she had to admit that Xie Lang's madness might be somewhat genetic.