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

Chapter 155: Prince Huailing arrives in the capital and is seeking an audience

"What are you looking at? Don't your eyes want it?"

Xie Lang's attention was always focused on Wen Hemian. He frowned and felt a little angry when the judge of the Imperial Hospital looked at him.

The Imperial Hospital Judge bowed quickly and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Wen Hemian looked at Xie Lang and shook his head slightly.

Xie Lang then waved his hand and asked everyone to leave.

"Your Majesty, don't vent your anger on innocent people. He is just curious." Wen Hemian said calmly, "I am not that fragile. If I can't even bear the gazes of others, how can I sit firmly in my current position?"

Xie Lang wanted to say that he would clear all obstacles, but when he met Wen He's gentle and calm eyes, he shut up.

The Taifu was not a delicate flower who needed to be protected by others.

It takes time to boil the medicine, so I can only drink it after they come back.

The two of them left the palace in a low-key carriage.

The morning market in the capital is the most lively, with a wide variety of things being sold. Seeing someone selling sweet cakes along the way, Wen Hemian asked someone to buy a few hot ones to serve as breakfast.

The majestic emperor's face as he munched on the sweet cake with joy made people laugh.

Wen Hemian shook his head: "Why do you still like sweet things so much?"

Xie Lang said righteously: "What you gave is different."

Wen Hemian glanced at him and said, "Your Majesty, you are probably overthinking it."

He whispered, "Outside, Han Shuang should call me by my given name. If others hear Your Majesty, they will be scared."

Wen Hemian: "You didn't seem so caring when you first caught me."

After being away from the capital for three years, Wen Hemian's scalp tingled reflexively when the title of Grand Tutor came out. That was why he was able to seize the upper hand from the very beginning, allowing Xie Lang to take advantage of him later.

Xie Lang smiled calmly and did not deny it.

Wen Hemian took a bite of the sweet cake and choked on it - it was still so sweet.

Xie Lang handed over a cup of tea, and Wen Hemian took it and drank it in one gulp.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a jewelry store.

Zhenbao Pavilion is the largest jewelry store in Beijing. Many dignitaries like to come here to buy jewelry. No matter they buy them for their own use or as gifts, it is very prestigious.

The key point is that this shop does not only cater to wealthy people. The first floor is filled with jewelry that ordinary people can also afford.

Wen Hemian and Xie Lang went straight upstairs. As it was early, not many people noticed them. As for the people following them, the secret guards would take care of them.

No one knew that this shop had been bought by Xie Lang a long time ago. They were certainly not here to look at jewelry today. After entering the private room, the behind-the-scenes shopkeeper of the Treasure Pavilion carefully presented them with a wooden box. When they opened it, they found a musket made of iron inside.

Wen Hemian had seen the structure of a musket in a book. This world also had preliminary uses of thermal weapons, but the technology was not that advanced. So before she left three years ago, she drew a diagram and left it behind. After so much research, Xie Lang's men actually managed to manufacture this new type of musket.

She asked the shopkeeper: "Can this type of musket be mass-produced?"

The shopkeeper didn't know her identity, so he glanced cautiously in the direction of Xie Lang and said, "Miss, this fire gun is difficult to make. I'm afraid it can't be mass-produced for the time being. We can only make as many batches as possible."

Wen Hemian understood: "It's okay, as long as we can give it to our elite confidants first."

Xie Lang's confidants are from the Feihong Camp, which has elite personnel rather than quantity. If a war really breaks out, having such a group of people around would be enough to catch the enemy by surprise.

"Hanshuang, do you want to try out the power of this musket?"

Xie Lang asked.

This thing is on the same level as a gun nowadays. Wen Hemian is really curious: "Try it."

You can try, but not here. It will make too much noise and it will be hard to conceal.

So in the end they brought the musket back to the palace.

The recoil of a musket is quite large. Wen Hemian only had experience in archery, so he put on protective gear in advance. After listening to the explanation, he started to operate it himself.

"Bang, bang!"

He fired twice but missed the center of the target. He just barely hit the edge. His hands were numb from the shock. However, Wen Hemian was not discouraged and said, "You still need to go through training."

The power was about the same as she had imagined. If this thing appeared on the battlefield, it could have a surprising effect.

Xie Lang also tried it twice and the result was similar to hers. After all, the improved musket was different from the previous one and he needed to get familiar with it again.

"Leave this musket in the palace for now. I'll ask them to send a few more in the future."

After Xie Lang finished speaking, he thought again: "The people around the Grand Tutor should also be equipped with a few, just in case."

Wen Hemian smiled: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She understood that Xie Lang meant well.

Xie Lang muttered in dissatisfaction: "Do we still need to thank you?"

Wen Hemian was happy: "I understand. I won't say that again in the future."

By the Dragon Boat Festival, several persuaded princes had already set out for their fiefdoms, while the rest continued to stay, some waiting and watching, and some wanting to leave but not daring to.

The Wanshou Festival was held just last month, so Xie Lang ordered that the Dragon Boat Festival should be kept simple and there was no need to make a big fuss. As for the princes who were still staying in the capital, they would just be given symbolic rewards as a courtesy.

Before confirming Wen Hemian's situation, the royal palace did not rashly send a message to the border. Thinking that he would not be able to go back to spend the Dragon Boat Festival with his parents this year, Wen Hemian wrote a letter and asked someone to deliver it after finishing his official duties.

Xie Lang saw her slightly lost expression, and felt guilty. He walked over and hugged her silently, "Next time during the holidays, I will accompany you to see them, okay?"

Wen Hemian thought that he had to sort out their confusing relationship first: "Let's talk about it later. It's not appropriate for you to leave for the time being."

No emperor would go to the border for no reason.

However, Wen Hemian thought again and realized that given his parents' age, they might not be able to continue fighting on the battlefield for much longer. They have been training successors over the years, so he should find a beautiful place for them to spend their twilight years in peace and contentment.

They must have been fed up with the intrigues and chaos in the capital.

Wen Hemian patted his hands, signaling him to let go of her.

It’s hot, I feel a little disgusted.

Xie Lang felt that Wen Hemian's words were a bit perfunctory, and he hummed and was unwilling to let go: "Hanshuang doesn't want me to see them? Am I that embarrassing?"

Wen Hemian responded calmly: "I remember that I haven't promised you yet, Your Majesty."

Xie Lang is a typical person who learns one step but takes a hundred steps at a time. If you really teach him a lesson, he might want to open a dyeing factory.

Xie Lang said arrogantly: "You can meet him first."

Before Wen Hemian could refute, Huo Ping came quickly from outside the palace. Seeing the intimacy between the two, his eyelids jumped, and he quickly lowered his head, saying in a cold and hard voice: "Your Majesty, Prince Huailing has arrived in the capital and is seeking an audience outside."

Xie Lang: "?"

"Ah."

It is true that if you mention Cao Cao, he will appear.

Wen He smiled with a fake smile, tilted his head and raised his eyes, calmly: "Your Majesty, don't you want to see me? What a coincidence, go ahead."

Xie Lang: "..."