Wen Hemian raised her hand and waved it in front of his eyes, her smile gentle: "You've put it on properly, now you can finally go back and get some rest, right?"
She treated Xie Lang like a willful child.
But she insisted on indulging him.
Xie Lang's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "Hmm."
Wen Hemian only felt that the young emperor's eyes were a little strange, but she didn't think much of it. After speaking, she saw Xie Lang turn around and gently closed the door.
After entering the room, she looked up at the colorful rope she was wearing and felt happy.
The little brat is so filial; he looks incredibly cute.
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After the Dragon Boat Festival, summer has officially begun.
Wen Hemian dislikes the heat, and as the weather gets hotter day by day, she becomes increasingly reluctant to go outside, finding the heat unbearable. She even wants to cancel her monthly lectures.
However, Xie Lang disagreed and had more ice placed in the palace. Once the temperature dropped, Wen Heming had nothing to say.
When it comes to wanting something, His Majesty the Emperor himself has learned to find ways to get it, and as he's grown up, he's become even more cunning and resourceful.
Before Wen Hemian even stepped into the Taiji Hall, she keenly sensed that the atmosphere was not right today. Everywhere was deathly quiet, and even the palace maids and eunuchs passing by unconsciously slowed their footsteps.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and grabbed one of the imperial guards on duty, asking, "Excuse me, may I ask who has offended His Majesty?"
"Lord Wen." The Imperial Guards mostly recognized Wen Hemian, and their tone became more respectful. "The Imperial Censor came to see His Majesty, but he was so angry that he fainted and had to be carried out."
He put it very tactfully.
These kinds of messages shouldn't normally be revealed to outsiders, but Wen Heming is an exception.
Wen Hemian had guessed it all. She looked thoughtful and cupped her hands in thanks.
The guards on duty waved their hands repeatedly, for many people would have been begging to curry favor with Lord Wen.
Pushing open the door and entering the hall, a cool breeze wafted over her. Wen Hemian squinted comfortably and walked skillfully behind the screen.
His Majesty the Emperor was unusually not reviewing memorials, but instead practicing calligraphy. Lai Xi was serving him with ink and brush. When she saw her arrive, he seemed to breathe a barely perceptible sigh of relief, his eyes revealing a sense of relief.
Wen Hemian watched Xie Lang practice calligraphy closely. He seemed serious, but in reality, every stroke he made carried an air of restlessness. Surprisingly, this made his calligraphy appear even more unrestrained and wild, with a unique... characteristic.
Hearing footsteps, Xie Lang was startled for a moment, his hand paused, and he left a dot of ink on the paper. He put down his pen and looked at Wen Hemian, seemingly a little flustered: "The Grand Tutor is here."
Wen Hemian chuckled: "Can Your Majesty still concentrate on listening to my lecture?"
"Yes, I can." Xie Lang glanced at Lai Xi silently, then quickly changed his attitude. "Grand Tutor, come sit here. It's cooler here."
Xie Lang already knew how to handle Wen Hemian.
Lai Xi hurriedly left, and no one knew what she was doing. She then took the opportunity to sit down at the table.
It's easy to get tired of repeating the same thing too often. It's nothing more than advising Xie Langna to have more children in the harem. The two of them know what that means, so Wen Hemian doesn't mention it: "Today I'm going to tell His Majesty the story of talking about war on paper."
In terms of governing the country, Wen Hemian had already told Xie Lang almost everything he could based on his own experience. Now he mainly talked about some military strategy stories, which Xie Lang found very interesting.
Wen Hemian was always calm and gentle, speaking in a slow and steady voice, which, on a hot afternoon, was like a refreshing breeze that could easily soothe the restlessness in people's hearts.
Xie Lang, who had initially acted according to his own nature, was gradually drawn into the story by her, his brows furrowing slightly: "How can such a person be made a general?"
Wen Heming took a sip of water: "That's what I wanted to say. As those in positions of power, we should judge people by their real talents and abilities, not just their glamorous appearance. And in our conduct and work, we shouldn't exaggerate. What we say is never as reliable as what we do. Whether we can achieve the expected results, we have to try it ourselves to know."
The books in the Imperial Study were too rigid, but Xie Lang was not a rigid person. He was more willing to listen to stories that incorporated fun and interest.
As soon as Wen Hemian finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "You have to try it yourself to know the result, right?"
Wen Hemian took it as him emphasizing what he had just said and nodded calmly: "Yes."
Xie Lang gave a smile that was both delighted and a little strange: "I understand."
Wen Hemian raised an eyebrow: "Would you like to hear more stories?"
Xie Lang shook his head: "No, Grand Tutor's voice is hoarse. Let's talk about it another day."
Xie Lang is not someone who doesn't know his limits. On the contrary, he understands very well how to avoid backfiring when he just barely crosses the line.
Wen Hemian smiled and said, "Okay."
The weather is too dry, and it's easy to get a sore throat if you're not careful. Wen Hemian herself doesn't pay much attention to these little details, but Xie Lang has noticed them all. In a sense, the young emperor is quite thoughtful.
Not long after their conversation ended, Lai Xi, who had secretly left earlier, returned, carrying a food box, and quickly came to greet them.
Wen Hemian glanced at Xie Lang. The young man was not surprised, which meant he must have prepared in advance.
Lai Xi opened the food box, inside were two beautiful bowls of crispy cakes, or to put it another way, ice cream of this era.
Wen Hemian was not greedy for food, but she believed that no one could resist eating a cool dessert in the hot summer. Before Lai Xi could say anything, she placed one of the bowls in front of Xie Lang.
"Eat it now, or it will melt in a little while."
Even Wen Hemian had no chance to enjoy the cool air in the Prince's mansion. Perhaps it was the impression that Uncle Lu had left on her when she was a child, but this older steward was particularly attentive to matters concerning her.
Xie Lang smiled: "It was specially prepared for the Grand Tutor, otherwise he would have refused to come back because he thought it was too hot on the way."
“It’s hot already.” Wen Hemian glanced at him, and after tasting the sweet and cool crispy mountain, his eyebrows softened a bit. “In a few more years, Your Majesty won’t need me to teach you anymore.”
She and Xie Lang were both working to eliminate Ning Hechu's influence. If all went well, her mission would be over once this matter was resolved.
Xie Lang paused slightly, feeling a tightness in his chest: "Why does the Grand Tutor keep talking about the future? Didn't he just say he wouldn't distance himself from me?"
The young emperor's voice was soft and hoarse.
His eyes were slightly red, whether from the heat or from frustration, it was hard to tell.
Wen Heming choked up: "No, I just wanted to tell Your Majesty that you've grown up."
"But that won't change our feelings."
Xie Lang's face was tense. He lowered his eyes and stirred the pastry in his bowl with a spoon. He looked somewhat disappointed, yet also pleading: "So, Grand Tutor, could you please not say these things again? It will hurt my feelings."
A complete change of expression.
Wen Hemian opened her lips, then froze.
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