allonlinenovel Chapter 186 The Little Emperor Protects People Tightly
Chapter 186 The Little Emperor Protects People Tightly
When it comes to talking, Wen Hemian can't beat Xie Lang if he finds the right track.
Even if she were given another eight hundred years, she would not be able to utter such rude words without batting an eyelid like Xie Lang.
Wen Hemian pulled his hair expressionlessly, and when he saw the pain on his face, he let go with satisfaction.
"Master is always like this."
Xie Lang snorted, having some self-awareness of his own behavior, and did not continue speaking.
He still couldn't understand it. He had done even more outrageous things, but why was the Grand Tutor still so restrained in his words?
Xie Lang had no intention of deceiving Wen Hemian, so he said whatever he wanted to say. However, every time he showed it, it always made people angry, which was very distressing.
"If I don't do this, Your Majesty might go even further."
Through his expression, Wen Hemian could roughly know what he was thinking, but he saw through it without exposing it.
Xie Lang narrowed his eyes and smiled: "No."
If conditions permitted, Xie Lang would like to argue with Wen Hemian for a few more words, but Wen Hemian was in a stable mood and he couldn't understand him, so he had to give up.
Wen Hemian pushed him mercilessly: "Get out of the way."
Xie Lang was obedient at this time. Seeing that there were still two or three documents left in front of her, he took them and helped to deal with them.
Not only would she imitate Xie Lang's handwriting, Xie Lang would also imitate hers. Even if there were slight differences that were recognized, the people below would not say anything. After all, everyone in the court, whether civil or military, knew that they were together.
As long as it doesn't delay things, no one will rush to make trouble.
The ministers are shrewd and calculating, but they are not stupid.
"Speaking of which, what happened to the spies that Prince Jia left in the capital?"
The last time Prince Jia came, he stayed for a long time, but it was not to wait for Xie Lang to summon him.
He had lived in Beijing for some time. Although it had been a long time, he still had some roots here because of his mother's family. He spent a long time secretly contacting his old subordinates.
However, no matter how covertly they did it, the clues were discovered by the people who were watching them all the time, and they were immediately reported to Xie Lang's desk.
After the spy was pulled out, there was another one. They simply kept their troops in place and let the spy pass the news secretly. From time to time, they gave out some misleading information, which was seven parts true and three parts false, and soon fooled people.
However, they couldn't speculate whether Xie Yong really believed it, so they had to take it one step at a time and see what to do next.
Xie Lang said: "At present, everything is going well. The mastermind behind this has not revealed his true colors yet. I have asked people to step up their investigation."
Spies are usually used as a means of bargaining, and are often a double-edged sword that can easily backfire if not used properly. Xie Lang took advantage of this and let them pass on the wrong information.
"I just don't know, who could it be?"
Wen Hemian touched his chin and eliminated most of the names in his mind. The remaining ones were all small fry who, logically speaking, should not be exposed to confidential matters.
There was a bloodbath three years ago, and then many new faces came in. I really can’t imagine who has such ability.
Xie Lang smiled peacefully, which made people shudder for some reason: "It doesn't matter, no matter who it is, as long as he dares to show up, I will make him die without a burial place."
Xie Lang cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. He would be fine with small fish and shrimp, but if anyone who comes into contact with the center of power dares to rebel, he will definitely uproot them.
He had been good-tempered in front of Wen Hemian for a long time, which gave them the wrong impression. Some people wanted to jump around, but they would be suppressed sooner or later.
Wen Hemian knew that he was not a good person. He was not scared when he heard these words. He accepted them well and said, "It's time to kill the chicken to scare the monkey."
There are still many things I don’t understand.
If the mastermind who stayed in the capital had a high enough status, why would he go so far away and give up his peaceful life to help a vassal king who was thousands of miles away to rebel?
There must be some hidden secret that they don't know.
Xie Lang noticed Wen Hemian's expression, and the more he thought about it, the more interesting it became. He lowered his voice and said, "I suddenly realized that Han Shuang is different from before."
There was a time when she felt sad when watching a prisoner being beheaded, but now she can calmly say that he should make an example of her.
Wen Hemian looked calm and didn't feel much: "People will change. Being indecisive is not a good habit when you are in a high position."
This was taught to her by her parents themselves. Otherwise, every year there would be ignorant barbarians coming to extort money. She couldn't just let them go, right?
If we let them go, who will let the persecuted people go?
We have different positions and must give priority to our own people.
"Yes."
Xie Lang used to be worried about her temper, but now it seems that he was completely unnecessary.
Wen Hemian realized something and frowned at him: "Your Majesty, don't look down on me. No matter what, I am still your tutor."
"No." Xie Lang smiled at her gently, his eyes innocent, "Master, you wronged me."
Wen Hemian was unmoved: "Whether it is unjust or not, you know it in your heart."
No matter how well you pretend, you can't hide your paranoid nature.
After saying that, Wen Hemian stood up and prepared to go first.
But he was followed closely by His Majesty the Emperor.
Are you kidding? They haven’t seen each other for two days. Even if they don’t do anything, Xie Lang will definitely have to watch over him to feel at ease.
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While the capital was peaceful, secret information was sent to Prince Jia's fiefdom.
The dove circling in the sky fell down. Xie Yong didn't even raise his eyes and pushed the plump dancer in his arms away: "Go down first."
The dancer staggered, her eyes sparkling with anger. Before she could feel aggrieved, she was taken away by the guards who came forward.
Xie Yong likes beautiful women, but he thinks that he will never let women mess up his work.
He took off the letter tied to the pigeon's leg and glanced at it with great interest, wanting to see what the little emperor was doing in the capital. Unexpectedly, what caught his eyes was the news that Wen Hemian was concurrently serving as the Prime Minister.
He raised an eyebrow: "The little emperor didn't make her the queen?"
Xie Yong had always felt that it was a joke that the little emperor fell in love with his teacher, but after meeting him in person, he could roughly understand it.
As far as Xie Yong is concerned, compared to the little emperor who has an unstable style and violent temper, he is more concerned about the imperial tutor who is famous for his gentleness and good talk.
It was not only because the Wen family was behind her, but also because he was curious about how such a young top scholar disguised as a man could fight his way out of the siege of jackals and tigers, otherwise he would not have extended an olive branch to her the first time they met.
Unfortunately, I was busy strengthening myself in those years and didn’t have time to pay attention to the capital. Now it is a bit difficult to find out.
The little emperor really protects people well.
His staff speculated: "Perhaps the young emperor is planning to keep him here and take charge of the capital?"
Xie Yong looked over and asked: "Are you so sure that the little emperor will come in person?"
The face of the aide who was speaking was covered by a mask, and his expression could not be seen clearly, only the gloom in his eyes was almost overflowing: "Your Highness, yes."