"lie."
Wen Hemian saw through his words, pursing her lips: "You don't show weakness when you should. Haven't you often used this excuse to intimidate me?"
She wasn't stupid; she was completely unaware of it.
After being sick for three years, he still suffered some aftereffects. His head would ache from time to time, and he expected that the pain would intensify when he was sick. However, Xie Lang swallowed all of this pain without making a sound.
Wen Hemian deliberately put on a stern face: "...Being too proud will only lead to suffering."
Xie Lang gave an awkward smile, lowered his eyelashes guiltily, and remained silent.
Considering he was sick today, Wen Hemian decided to let it go for the time being.
After a long pause, he couldn't help but sigh, "Now that we're here... why do you still need to hide from me?"
Being sick seems to amplify a person's emotions. Xie Lang's eyes were slightly red, and his response was to hold her tightly.
"I just feel that Han Shuang is too good to me."
He whispered, "It's something I never dared to imagine before."
"Nonsense," Wen Hemian said. "I was not good to His Majesty before."
"no."
Xie Lang shook his head. Wen Hemian paused for a moment, then quickly realized that he was referring to the day she left.
I still think about it.
She patted the other person's head and said gently, "If you listen to me, I'll treat you well."
Xie Lang nodded hastily, "Okay."
His Majesty the Emperor is young and strong. He only had a minor cold, and after taking a bowl of medicine, he was almost completely cured. In the afternoon, he even went to the training ground to practice archery, striving not to slack off.
Seeing that he seemed unharmed, Wen Hemian went to the Wenyuan Pavilion to discuss matters with the other cabinet ministers.
The Great Zhao had been ruined by its predecessors, and it was not easy to revive it. It took them many years to barely turn the national treasury around. When it came to construction, there was a shortage of money everywhere.
In addition to addressing internal and external challenges, both increasing revenue and reducing expenditure are essential.
Fortunately, the surrender of some vassal kings made the national treasury's turnover much smoother. However, even so, the Ministry of Revenue was still very tight on the money and was unwilling to give it away easily.
"The Minister of Revenue complains about being poor in his memorials every day, but his eyes light up when he sees money. When it comes to spending it, he hesitates and stammers. He really only takes in money and never spends it."
The one who spoke was a newly promoted scholar, a bit young, with a fiery temper, and his words revealed considerable dissatisfaction.
Lu Zishen looked over and frowned, saying, "In important matters, the Minister of Revenue has never shirked his responsibilities. If everyone asks for money, how can we talk about cutting expenses? Moreover, how can we determine the urgency of a matter without considering the attitude? Allocating funds without verification is a major taboo for officials."
The current Minister of Revenue may be stingy, but he has never neglected his duties.
Wen Hemian had been back for so long and had figured out the basic situation. She looked up and saw that the person's face was flushed and he was holding back his words. The atmosphere was tense, so she spoke at the right time.
“I heard you’ve only been in the cabinet for a short time. Since you’re not familiar with the situation, why don’t you take advantage of your time off to go and see for yourself? That way, you can avoid feeling resentful.”
Being able to enter the cabinet shows that he has no problem with academic work, but this temperament may breed resentment in the long run.
Wen Hemian spoke in a calm tone, without saying anything harsh, and it wasn't a particularly severe punishment.
However, suspending him for a while should be enough to keep him quiet.
Without asking for his opinion, Lu Zishen said directly, "Just do as Lord Wen said, go and take a good look for yourself."
The man regretted speaking rashly and reluctantly shut his mouth.
With the matter concluded and the first person to speak out set an example, the rest of the group behaved themselves and ended the meeting before sunset.
Lu Zishen was the last to speak, and before he could even open his mouth, Wen Hemian smiled.
"You mean to ask why that matter was entrusted to Qiongyue?"
Lu Zishen: "Yes."
Wen Hemian said, "She is suitable, and His Majesty and I also think so, it's that simple. You know, Qiongyue is not a weak woman, she is no less than you or me. If you are really worried, then find a way to pave the way for her and make her journey smoother."
"It was my narrow-mindedness," Lu Zishen chuckled. "Thank you for your guidance, Lord Wen."
Wen Hemian smiled and said, "You're welcome."
Between the male and female leads, there are some things that are inconvenient to say directly, so it's better to offer some guidance.
A few words in exchange for their loyalty—it's worth it.
"What is the Grand Tutor thinking about? Why is he laughing so heartily?"
Wen Hemian was leaning against the railing, watching the sunset glow like gold, when she was suddenly startled by the sound. She was both amused and exasperated: "Why don't you make any noise when you walk?"
Perhaps because he lived a cautious life as a child, Xie Lang consciously controlled the sound of his footsteps after learning martial arts, which could really frighten people.
Later, he would deliberately make some noise in front of Wen Heming to let her know he was there.
These subtle gestures are the unspoken understanding cultivated over many years of getting along.
Xie Lang fell silent for a moment.
He couldn't very well say that he subconsciously did this because he saw Wen Hemian's smile was too beautiful to break.
Wen Hemian asked casually, not intending to dwell on this point, and answered Xie Lang's question: "About Lord Lu."
"Speaking of which, Your Majesty has never seen the scenery beyond the Great Wall."
Wen Hemian abruptly changed the subject, bringing it back to Xie Lang: "Does Your Majesty wish to go and take a look?"
The imperial city, though seemingly small, is actually quite small. Since Xie Lang ascended the throne, he has hardly ever left, and even when he does, he doesn't go very far. The limitations of an emperor are fully embodied in him.
Xie Lang stood still, quietly watching Wen Hemian. He saw the gentle and reassuring smile in her eyes, felt a tightness in his chest, and replied, "I want to."
He wanted to see what kind of path Wen Hemian had walked, and he also wanted to see what the world she cared about was like.
I vaguely remember that a long time ago, they had a similar conversation, but unfortunately the outcome was not satisfactory, and they experienced a three-year separation by death.
“It’s time to go and see.” Wen Hemian nodded. “Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king, and on the shores of the land, all people are subjects of the king. Huaichuan, this rebellion of the vassal kings may be an opportunity for you.”
In her heart, Wen Hemian didn't want Xie Lang to take any risks.
No one wants to see their loved ones fighting, so she did everything in her power to help her parents strengthen the border defenses.
Now, she faces this choice once again.
But she doesn't regret saying those words.
Xie Lang did not rush to agree. He asked, "Does the Grand Tutor wish me to go?"
Wen Heming shook her finger and smiled, "It's not about what I hope for, it's about whether you want to or not?"
There are plenty of capable people in the court; she was just referring to one option. If Xie Lang was unwilling, there were other options.
"I want to be a wise ruler."
Xie Lang smiled suddenly, and the words that came out of his mouth had an inexplicable air of certainty.
He was sick with a flushed face this morning, but now he's full of energy. He's as obedient as ever, with bright, burning eyes: "I want to be a wise ruler who can bring peace to the world."
He and Wen Heming were teacher and student, and lovers. Why not leave a lasting mark on history for them?
A thousand years later, they remain inseparable in the annals of history, sharing both glory and shame.
"So I'm going."
He said.
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