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

Chapter 181: In the history, they are still inseparable

"lie."

Wen Hemian exposed his words and pursed his lips: "You didn't show weakness when you should. Don't you often use this as an excuse to scare me?"

She is not stupid and has no idea about this.

After being ill for three years, there were some sequelae left. His head would hurt from time to time. The pain would probably be exacerbated when he was sick, but Xie Lang swallowed it all without saying a word.

Wen Hemian deliberately frowned: "...It's better to die with dignity than to suffer in life."

Xie Lang smiled awkwardly, lowered his eyelashes guiltily, and said nothing.

Considering that he was sick today, Wen Hemian decided not to bother with him for the time being.

After a while, he couldn't help but sigh: "We are now...why are you still hiding from me?"

Being sick seemed to amplify one's emotions. Xie Lang's eyes turned slightly red, and he responded by hugging her tightly with his hands.

"I just think that Han Shuang is so good to me."

He whispered, "It's something I never dared to think about before."

"Nonsense." Wen Hemian said, "I was not nice to Your Majesty before."

"No."

Xie Lang shook his head. Wen Hemian paused slightly, and soon realized that he was talking about the day she left.

Still thinking about it.

She touched the other person's head and said in a gentle voice: "If you listen to me, I will treat you well."

Xie Lang nodded without much haste: "Okay."

His Majesty the Emperor is young and strong. He just caught a cold, and after taking a bowl of medicine, he was basically recovered. In the afternoon, he went to the martial arts field to practice archery, trying not to slack off.

Seeing that he looked fine, Wen Hemian felt relieved and went to Wenyuan Pavilion to discuss matters with the ministers.

Dazhao was almost ruined by the predecessors, and it was not easy to revive it. They spent so many years and barely turned the national treasury from loss to profit. When it came to construction, there was a lack of money everywhere.

In addition to solving internal and external problems, increasing revenue and reducing expenditure are both important.

Fortunately, the surrender of some princes made the treasury circulation smoother, but even so, the Ministry of Revenue was still very tight-lipped and unwilling to give money easily.

"The Minister of Finance complains about his poverty every day in his memorials. He gets excited when he sees money, but becomes hesitant when he is asked to spend money. He really only takes in money but never spends it."

The person who spoke was a newly promoted scholar. He was young and had a hot temper, and there was a lot of dissatisfaction in his words.

Lu Zishen looked over and frowned, "The Minister of Revenue has never shirked his responsibilities on important matters. If everyone is given money, how can we talk about saving money? Besides, how can we determine that this matter is urgent without looking at the attitude? Allocating funds without verification is a taboo for officials."

Although the current Minister of Revenue is stingy, he never neglects important matters.

Wen Hemian had been back for so long that she had figured out the basic situation. She looked over and saw that the man's face was flushed and he was unable to speak. The atmosphere was tense, so she spoke at the right time.

"I heard that you have just arrived at the cabinet. Since you don't know the situation, why not take advantage of your rest time to take a good look and avoid resentment in your heart."

Being able to enter the cabinet shows that he has no problem in studying, but with his personality, he might become resentful in the long run.

Wen Hemian spoke in a light tone and didn't say anything harsh, so it wasn't really a big punishment.

But suspending him from work for a few days will be enough to give him some peace of mind.

Lu Zishen did not ask for his opinion and said directly: "Just do as Lord Wen said, go and take a good look for yourself."

The man regretted his rash words and stopped talking in dismay.

The matter came to an end. With someone taking the lead, the rest of the people behaved themselves and finished the meeting before the sun went down.

Lu Zishen was the last one to come, but before he could say anything, Wen Hemian laughed.

"You want to ask why you gave that task to Qiong Yue?"

Lu Zishen: “Yes.”

Wen Hemian said, "She is suitable. Your Majesty and I are also optimistic about her. It's that simple. You know, Qiong Yue is not a weak woman. She is not inferior to you and me. If you are really worried, think of ways to pave the way for her and make her journey smoother."

"I am narrow-minded." Lu Zishen laughed, "Thank you for your advice, Lord Wen."

Wen Hemian smiled and said, "You're welcome."

There are some things between the male and female protagonists that cannot be said directly, so just give them some guidance.

Just a few words in exchange for their loyalty, it's worth it.

"What is Master thinking about? Why is he laughing so happily?"

Wen Hemian was leaning against the railings watching the sunset melt into gold. She was startled by the sound. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you walking without making any sound?"

Perhaps because he was too vigilant when he was a child, after Xie Lang learned martial arts, he intentionally controlled the sound of his walking, which could really scare people.

Later, he would deliberately make some noise in front of Wen Hemian to let her know that he was coming.

These subtle little actions are the result of a tacit understanding developed over many years of living together.

Xie Lang was silent.

He couldn't say that he did this subconsciously because he saw Wen Hemian smiling so beautifully just now and he didn't want to break it.

Wen Hemian asked casually, not intending to dwell on this point. She answered Xie Lang's question: "It's about Lord Lu."

"Speaking of which, Your Majesty has not yet seen the scenery outside the Great Wall."

Wen Hemian suddenly changed the subject and brought the topic back to Xie Lang: "Your Majesty, do you want to go and take a look?"

The imperial city looks small, but it is actually very small. Since Xie Lang ascended the throne, he has only been out a few times. Even if he goes out, he can't go far. The limitations of an emperor are also fully reflected in him.

Xie Lang stood there, quietly watching Wen Hemian. Seeing the gentle and steady smile in her eyes, he felt depressed and responded, "I want to."

He wanted to see what kind of path Wen Hemian had walked, and also wanted to see what the world she cared about was like.

I vaguely remember that they had a similar conversation a long time ago, but unfortunately the final result was not satisfactory, and they experienced a three-year separation.

"We should go and take a look." Wen Hemian nodded. "All land under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people are his subjects. Huaichuan, this rebellion of the vassal kings may be an opportunity for you."

Selfishly, Wen Hemian didn't want Xie Lang to take risks.

No one wants to see the people they care about fighting, so she tries her best to help her parents strengthen the border defense.

Now, she faces such a choice again.

But she doesn't regret saying it.

Xie Lang did not rush to agree. He asked, "Grandmaster wants me to go."

Wen Hemian shook his finger and raised his lips: "It's not that I hope, it depends on you, do you want to?"

It's not like there is no one available in the court. She was just talking about one of the options. If Xie Lang is unwilling, there are naturally other choices.

"I want to be a wise ruler."

Xie Lang smiled suddenly, and the words coming out of his mouth inexplicably had a sense of certainty.

He was sick and had a red face in the morning, but now he is full of energy. He is as obedient as before, with a bright and passionate look in his eyes: "I want to be a wise ruler who can pacify the world."

He and Wen Hemian were teacher and student, and also a couple, so why not leave a vivid record of them in history books?

Thousands of years later, in the annals of history, they are still inseparable, sharing honor and disgrace.

"So I'm going."

he said.