latelenovela Chapter 167 "Get out."
Chapter 167 "Get out."
Wen Hemian did not come just to meet these two female academic officials. After chatting with them, he also chatted with other academic officials.
No matter what these people really think in their hearts, on the surface everyone appears to be friendly and no one answers questions irrelevantly, which gives people a good impression.
But in fact, not all academic officials are so honest, especially those who are concerned about etiquette and filial piety. They have some complaints about Wen Hemian and think that her relationship with His Majesty is unclear, which is contrary to the integrity of scholars.
It was fine before they met, but after they met, they suddenly realized that no one could lie to the gentle and calm eyes of the Master.
Not only can you not tell lies, but you also have to think twice before saying anything.
If someone can be the emperor's teacher, he must be an ordinary person.
Those sly students had to admit that they had seen it wrong.
The conversation got deeper and deeper, and in the end we even had lunch here.
Wen Hemian combined modern teaching experience and gave the academic officials a lot of inspiration. After all, it was the crystallization of wisdom, and it also allowed students to experience modern achievements hundreds of years in advance.
She smiled, hiding her achievements and fame.
After chatting for a while, Wen Hemian said goodbye to them and prepared to return to the palace.
Even though Xie Lang released her so readily in the morning, if she had stayed outside for too long, she would definitely be caught and forced to pay for benefits when she returned.
Now that he has not fully recovered from his illness and needs to maintain a good mood, Wen Hemian decided to put up with him for a few more days. She also didn't have much time to hang out outside, so she might as well finish her official business as soon as possible.
Thinking about Lu Zishen, who was able to guess her return just by the difference in handwriting, Wen Hemian didn't dare to let Xie Lang help her deal with it too many times.
Otherwise I would always feel sorry for wearing this official uniform.
When I first took on the task, I was fantasizing about being able to retire and travel around the world in the future. Now it seems that I will have to continue to work hard for many years.
He entered the palace while sighing.
When I turned my head, I inadvertently saw a few people jumping up and down in the palace, and the figures looked a little familiar.
Wen Hemian paused for a moment, then walked into the palace as if nothing had happened and asked casually, "Your Majesty, what are your secret guards doing?"
Xie Lang didn't expect that she would see it anyway, and explained as if nothing had happened: "They made some mistakes, and I will punish them to reflect on themselves."
Wen Hemian frowned.
What is the penalty for jumping up and down?
Xie Lang obviously had no intention of explaining further, and asked instead: "Hanshuang and the academicians of the Imperial College got along well?"
I went there for the whole morning but no one showed up for lunch.
I knew this would happen. Wen Hemian didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's OK. I'll just consider it as contributing to the future of education."
With her and Xie Lang's intentional or unintentional encouragement, now that girls can go to school, there is nothing that cannot be done.
The bottom line is meant to be broken.
Xie Lang smiled: "Taifu always says something new and strange."
Xie Lang thought that it might be because she was so completely unprepared that he was able to find the clue.
"I learned this from someone before. After all these years, Your Majesty, are you still not used to it?"
Wen Hemian curved his eyebrows.
Xie Lang shook his head: "Not really, I just suddenly remembered and mentioned it."
He calmly passed over the topic and then picked up the pattern picture on the table: "Which one do you like?"
"This." Wen Hemian looked up at him and frowned disapprovingly, "You want to make clothes? I haven't worn all the clothes I made before. It would be a waste to make more."
I'm not a peacock that wants to wear a set every day.
"It's okay. It's never too much."
Xie Lang sighed: "It's a pity that I saved the expenses of the entire harem, but there is no place to use them."
Wen Hemian remained silent: "Is that what the theory says?"
Whether this is the case or not, the final right of interpretation belongs to Xie Lang.
Compared with previous emperors, Xie Lang could be considered frugal. After much deliberation, Wen Hemian really couldn't bear to deprive him of his few hobbies, so he simply gave up.
Seeing Wen Hemian give in, Xie Lang knew that his plan had succeeded. He felt so happy that he couldn't help but put his arm around her and kiss her on the cheek a few times.
Unfortunately, it was daytime, and seeing that there were still many memorials on his desk, Wen Hemian gently but firmly pushed him away.
Xie Lang felt quite regretful about this, but fortunately he had some idea in mind, so he suppressed his impatience and sat back obediently to deal with the memorials.
Wen Hemian patted his head soothingly: "Your Majesty is very well behaved."
His Majesty the Emperor was so big that he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. He rubbed against her and whispered, "Then the Master must always like me like this."
Wen Hemian was amused by him: "Okay."
The two of them were busy with their own things. In the afternoon, when Wen Hemian went out to discuss matters with the cabinet members and came back, the setting sun had dyed the sky red.
After dinner, she digested the food and was soon rolled onto the bed by Xie Lang, who had not been satisfied during the day, and was kissed to her satisfaction.
Wen Hemian was extremely helpless, his voice was full of breath: "Xie Huaichuan, why are you so keen on kissing and hugging?"
She raised her hands to cover her eyes, sinking into the soft bedding, and felt her back was covered with sticky sweat. It was such a hot day, and she felt hot.
It seems that ever since agreeing to give it a try, the little bastard has started to become more and more outrageous.
If it’s like this now, what will it be like in the future?
The candles in the hall were still on, giving Xie Lang the opportunity to admire his own masterpiece. Seeing that fair face turned red because of him, his blood almost boiled, but he still suppressed his throbbing and answered in a hoarse voice.
"Because Master, you don't know how much I like you."
Wen Hemian was sobered by these words: "...You are not ashamed."
"No shame."
The emperor smiled and rubbed his nose against her face: "Taifu, will you find me annoying? I can only watch you during the day, but I can't get close to you. I can't treat you as an ordinary subject."
"So you get it all back at night?"
Wen Hemian was convinced by his sophistry.
Xie Lang's Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Hmm."
Um, your head!
Wen Hemian put down his hand, looked him straight in the eye, and said in a slightly colder voice: "Are you going to sleep or not? If not, get out."
The two were close to each other, and could clearly see each other's body reactions. Xie Lang was full of vigor and vitality, so it was understandable, but wouldn't it hurt his body if this happened again and again?
Wen Hemian reflected deeply and felt that for the sake of their sleep health, they should sleep in separate beds for a while.
"And don't you think we're moving a little too fast?"
In modern times, sleeping in the same bed without talking about it would be a pretty explosive thing, but they couldn't explain it clearly, the order was wrong from the beginning, it was a mess, and it happened so fast that it was shocking.
The little wolf cub likes to act coquettishly and show weakness. Wen Hemian had been bewitched into helping him with his hands before, and he couldn't fall into the same trap twice.
Even if it was an insult, it sounded good when it came out of Wen Hemian's mouth. Xie Lang tilted his head and asked, "Master, don't you like it?"
Wen Hemian choked.
"…Even if you like it, you can't do this every day."
"But this isn't the worst." Xie Lang laughed happily, leaning over to rub her ear, "There are even worse ones... Master, can't you bear this?"
In the middle of the night, Wen Hemian could no longer bear it, and with an expressionless face, he grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face: "Get out."
This happens every time, do you really think she has no temper?