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

Chapter 161 "Your Majesty, do you want me to be the queen or a minister?"

Having been deceived so many times, Wen Hemian saw through his little tricks at a glance. He did not say anything to expose them, but only said one sentence, which was enough to make him behave himself -

"I have to see my father off tomorrow morning."

It would be fine for others, but Xie Lang knew that Wen Hemian was sentimental, and his attitude in front of King Huai Ling could not be ignored, so he immediately sat up straight and said, "Yeah."

Wen Hemian's heart softened: "Okay, go to sleep."

With her words in mind, Xie Lang was indeed very honest that night.

The next day, after changing into casual clothes, Xie Lang accompanied her to see Wen Chengyuan off.

Xie Lang originally wanted to show up, but was stopped by Wen Hemian: "Your Majesty is the king of a country. It is inappropriate to rashly appear in a busy city."

The main reason is that there are still vassal kings in Beijing. Wen Hemian doesn't want to let the big fish he caught earlier run away, so he has to let Xie Lang down a little.

Seeing her intention, Xie Lang sighed: "Okay."

Wen Hemian attaches great importance to the country and the people, and Xie Lang realized this many years ago.

Wen Hemian hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help raising his hand, touching his head, and chuckled: "Your Majesty, wait here for me to come back."

Xie Lang's disappointment was instantly swept away, and this time he finally agreed: "Okay!"

After comforting him, Wen Hemian lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage. Her father was standing not far away, leading the horse. When he saw her coming, he handed the reins to his men and took a few steps forward.

The old father looked melancholy: "Time flies by so fast, and Dad is leaving again. Shuang'er, you must be well in Beijing."

Wen Hemian felt extremely depressed: "Dad and Mom must be well at the border. I will buy you a house in the beautiful mountains and rivers outside the capital, so you can spend your old age in peace and quiet."

Wen Chengyuan laughed and said, "Dad and Mom want to continue to fight on the battlefield for a few more years."

"After I have dealt with the issue of reducing the power of the feudal lords, I will go to the border to see you and mother."

"well."

Although Wen Chengyuan was basically relieved after seeing the little emperor's attitude, he still couldn't help but say a few words when they parted, for fear that Wen Hemian had been wronged.

Finally, seeing that the time was almost up, he hardened his heart, stopped talking, mounted his horse and left.

The ancient times were not as convenient as the modern times. It was difficult to meet each other when they were thousands of miles apart. Wen Hemian stood there until the figures of the group completely disappeared from his sight, then he withdrew his gaze.

Seeing Wen Hemian's expression after getting on the car, Xie Lang rarely tried to be clever and whispered, "I will accompany the Master to the border to see them in the future."

Wen Hemian agreed this time: "Yes."

All was peaceful here, but as for Prince Jia, Xie Yong, who had been watching from the sidelines for a few days, began to get suspicious: "Is Prince Huai Ling really so loyal to the royal family that he would even give up his own daughter?"

Prince Jia had been away from the capital for many years and had little contact with Wen Chengyuan, but because of his status, he knew more about the inside story. Back then, the late emperor intended to take action against Princess Huailing and the child in her belly, but he just let it go so easily?

The subordinate speculated: "Your Highness, this is the imperial city after all. I think even if he has an idea, it is difficult for him to act."

"That's right." Xie Yong casually scattered some fish food and saw the koi in the pond gathering around to grab the food. He felt a little regretful. "The little emperor is protecting his teacher too tightly. This is such an interesting person. I still want to continue talking to her."

That day in the palace, Xie Yong knew that he was surrounded by the emperor's spies, so he didn't dare to say too much. But now there is no chance to meet them.

Xie Yong then asked: "Another prince left the capital?"

"Yes, they are very satisfied with the conditions offered by the little emperor and have gone back to prepare."

"It's a small profit, but it's worth fighting for them." Xie Yong sneered, "Continue to contact them secretly and see how many of them are willing to be my supporters."

The subordinate responded: "Yes."

At the same time, the princes who remained in the capital were also secretly planning their own things, waiting to see when the little emperor would become unable to wait and summon them one by one into the palace for a talk.

What was unexpected was that after no one entered the palace for several days, Xie Lang obviously no longer wanted to continue chatting with them, and his words and actions hinted that they should leave Beijing as soon as possible.

The princes looked at each other in bewilderment: "Has the little emperor given up trying to convince us?"

"Who knows? Anyway, I am not willing to give up the power in my hands. How do you know whether his promise is true or false? It would be a joke if we end up with nothing."

"Too."

How could being a vassal in the capital compare to being free and easy in one's fiefdom? As for descendants, that was their business and had nothing to do with them.

With this thought in mind, the remaining princes also left Beijing one after another.

Little did they know that Xie Lang had not given up on persuading them, but simply did not intend to continue playing with them.

Wen Hemian agreed: "They should be made to suffer a little. The next person who comes should pay a higher price."

In fact, it is just a simple process of increasing the price layer by layer. Those who come first get the most benefits, while those who come later may not only not be able to eat the meat, but may not even be able to drink the broth.

But even so, they could only grit their teeth and swallow it.

After Wen Hemian came back, Xie Lang finally stopped maintaining the reputation of a tyrant he had created and learned how to negotiate "gently". Of course, he remained as vicious as ever.

No one can get any advantage from the emperor.

Xie Lang felt relieved, thinking that those annoying things had finally left and would not continue to stand between him and his tutor and disturb their relationship.

In a blink of an eye, it has been almost two months since Wen Hemian returned to the court to work. She got the hang of things quickly and handled official duties properly. The original doubts and criticisms gradually disappeared. Except for those who still had objections to her living in the palace, no one said anything openly.

"Master."

Xie Lang asked hesitantly: "Are you willing to be the Prime Minister?"

Wen Hemian's smile faltered for a few seconds, and he sighed, "Do you really want me to be the boss? Why don't you find someone else?"

Xie Lang still said the same thing as before: "You know, I don't trust others."

After all, this position is too core. After the example of Ning Hechu, it is difficult for Xie Lang to hand it over with confidence.

It's not okay to just leave it empty all the time.

Wen Hemian was touched by his trust, but at the same time, he felt complicated and indescribable: "Your Majesty, you really seem like a tyrant."

"I have said that it is not shameful to be a tyrant for the Grand Tutor."

Xie Lang smiled and said, "It's not so important that I don't trust others. The most important thing is that I think no one is more suitable for this position than the Grand Tutor."

Human nature is unpredictable. People in high positions have their own little thoughts to a greater or lesser extent, and are bound to have more private connections. However, Wen Hemian is different. She has always stood at a height that others cannot reach. When talking about her situation, she is so similar to Xie Lang, who is an emperor.

So Xie Lang felt that she was suitable.

Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Xie Lang's eagerness slowly cooled down. He reluctantly curled his lips and said as if nothing had happened: "But I just think that if the Master doesn't want to, I won't force it."

Which emperor is not high and mighty and has the final say?

Xie Lang had obviously hesitated again and again for her, and it was unknown how long he had been considering.

Wen Hemian propped up his chin, lowered his eyes, and suddenly smiled: "It's not that I don't want to. It's just that..."

"Your Majesty, do you want me to be the queen or a minister?"