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

The emotions hidden in it were so intense that she almost subconsciously looked away.

Moreover, the tone of the kid was not right. Wen Hemian had an inexplicable intuition that the gift must contain a secret.

She opened her lips, wanting to skip this topic, but the young man's voice suddenly rang out again: "Master, don't you want to know what gift I gave you?"

Wen Hemian suppressed his wandering thoughts and said, "We will know when the time comes. Before that, Your Majesty, please give me more room for imagination."

Xie Lang: “Hmm.”

Wen Hemian sometimes speaks strangely, but over the years, Xie Lang has basically gotten used to it. He can guess his main idea from the things he doesn't quite understand.

"It won't be too late to find out on your birthday."

Xie Lang paused for a moment, then smiled again, tapping the table with his fingertips: "Now that the matter is over, Master, have you ever thought about when to announce your identity?"

Although doing so would lead to criticism, Xie Lang was confident enough to withstand the pressure and allow his tutor to stand in front of everyone with integrity.

Don't say that it's against the will of heaven for women to serve as officials. It's not certain that they can do better than Wen Hemian in this position.

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Wen Hemian hesitated and said, "Wait a little longer."

Xie Lang just thought that she didn't want to make the current situation more chaotic. After all, his tutor always considered the overall situation, and many times, he even had to take the back seat.

"As you wish, Master." Xie Lang said, with a smile on his face. He didn't want to miss such a good opportunity, so he tried to persuade him to stay, "Master, can you stay and have dinner with me today?"

In the past, Wen Hemian was always busy and could find various reasons to refuse, but Xie Lang, who was pretending to be a wise ruler, could not say no.

But now, everything has calmed down, so it should be okay, right?

Unexpectedly, Wen Hemian still shook his head: "No, I want to... go to the Imperial Prison."

Xie Lang tried to guess her thoughts and frowned, "Go see Ning Hechu? His matter has been settled. Why would Master Taifu want to go to such a dark and gloomy place?"

Wen Hemian was surprised by his sharpness, and smiled with his hands in his pockets: "We have been enemies for so many years, it's not too much to send him off for the last time, right?"

Xie Lang didn't understand, but he wouldn't make Wen Hemian unhappy about these little things. After all, it was just a meeting, and with someone watching, nothing would go wrong.

He: "Okay, Master, go ahead."

Wen Hemian nodded, not planning to stay in front of Xie Lang any longer. After stating his purpose, he turned around and left.

He didn't notice the boy's sudden deepening gaze.

-

Although he had heard of it many times, this was the first time for Wen Hemian to come to the Imperial Prison.

The entrance to the imperial prison is only wide enough for one person to pass through. Once you enter, you're hit by a cold breeze. Even in September when there's still some heat left, it still makes you feel cold to the bone.

Especially the further you go inside, the more you can smell the blood and stench floating in the air.

The jailer leading the way smiled awkwardly: "The road is slippery here, please be careful with your steps."

Wen Hemian responded and quickly followed him all the way to the cell at the end, which was where death row prisoners were held.

Since being imprisoned, Ning Hechu has been cooperating uncharacteristically, and his calm demeanor makes people think he is the one doing the interrogation, so much so that the jailers were shocked to see him and did not use much punishment.

When Wen Hemian saw him, he was wearing prison uniform, leaning against the wall with dishevelled hair and a dirty face. It was hard to believe that this was the once glorious Prime Minister Ning.

Wen Hemian glanced at the jailer and waved his hand: "You go down first."

The jailer hesitated: "You..."

"Don't worry, your majesty knows."

Wen Hemian shut him up with one sentence, and the jailer had to go back after seeing this.

Hearing the noise, Ning Hechu lazily raised his eyelids. When Wen Hemian turned his head, he saw his meaningful look.

"Taifu Wen doesn't mind, and even came to the Imperial Prison to see a dying man like me."

That's what he said, but looking at his expression, he didn't seem to have much fear of death.

Wen Hemian got straight to the point: "Did you do this on purpose?"

Ning Hechu always knew how to get himself out of trouble cleanly. The Ning party got into a lot of trouble, but he was hardly ever caught, which showed how meticulous he was.

But the things found in Ning Mansion this time were very complete.

It was as if he had been prepared and waiting for this day.

"What do you mean by intentional or not intentional? I don't understand." Ning Hechu smiled leisurely, "It's just that Master Wen and His Majesty are capable. The winners are the kings and the losers are the bandits."

Wen Hemian ignored his random reply and continued, "Are you here for revenge?"

Ning Hechu was silent for a while, then raised his eyebrows: "Have you found out all this?"

"I heard it by chance." Wen Hemian said calmly, "I was not sure at first, but when you said that to me, I was sure."

"In the end, it was me who provided the evidence." Ning Hechu snorted and laughed, then his tone became fierce, "The late emperor deserved death, I was just returning the favor."

"Ah."

Wen Hemian did not deny this, and his mood was somewhat complicated.

After so many years of tit-for-tat in the court, it was incredible that she could chat with Ning Hechu so calmly in the end.

When I first met Ning Hechu, I thought he was a smiling fox, but now looking at him again, he has grown old.

After a long time, Wen Hemian heard him sigh: "Master Wen, I am also the top scholar."

Wen Hemian certainly knew how valuable the top scholar title was in ancient times.

If Ning Hechu had not formed a clique for personal gain and harmed the royal family, he would probably have become a good minister.

Unfortunately, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. He took advantage of his position to open back doors for his subordinates, causing many honest officials to die unjustly and many people to become displaced. These mistakes are irreparable.

"The royal family is cold and indifferent, and the heart of the emperor is unpredictable. If I'm not mistaken, the little emperor treats you differently, right? He treats his teacher with the same homosexuality, which is really a betrayal of the teacher and against morality."

Ning Hechu looked very interested, and had no sense of being about to die.

Wen Hemian was silent: "..."

She exhaled with difficulty, and cursed Xie Lang, the little bastard, ten thousand times in her heart. She did not continue the topic: "Does Prime Minister Ning have anything else to say to me?"

No matter what kind of person he is, with Xie Lang's personality, he will never forgive him. What Wen Hemian said about coming to see him off was not just talk.

The next time we see each other, it will be at the execution ground.

"Nothing."

After Ning Hechu finished speaking, he closed his eyes, looking calmly waiting for death.

Wen Hemian sighed, took the torch and prepared to go out.

When I turned around, I heard his low voice.

"If possible, please ask Master Wen to help me take care of the loquat tree in the mansion."

After his death, the Ning Mansion would definitely be ransacked. The so-called ransacking means leaving not a single blade of grass behind. I don't know why they would bother to preserve even a single tree.

Wen Hemian paused: "Okay."

Ning Hechu: "Thank you."