First of all, let me state that Wen Heming is a liberal arts student.
However, due to physical limitations, she could not run and jump outside like other children from a young age. So when she had free time, she could only read books, all sorts of books, including some science books.
Although he hadn't done much in-depth research, Wen Hemian had a general impression in his mind. Even the telescope he gave Xie Lang this time was the result of many experiments.
Due to limited resources, they couldn't build telescopes that could see very far like modern ones, but even so, it was still quite novel.
It was at least enough to fool His Majesty the Emperor, who was already somewhat drunk.
Xie Lang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked up the strange little gadget to examine it: "A telescope?"
Wen Hemian patiently explained to him, "Pick it up and look at it. It's called a telescope, but it can't see a thousand miles. However, with continued refinement, it might be possible to achieve that in the future."
The world in the book is different from the real world in which Wen Hemian lives. Many things that she thought should appear did not actually appear. Otherwise, just the birthday gift she gave to Xie Lang would have been enough to give her a headache.
Even during the years when the emperor was forced to pretend to be a puppet, Ning Hechu did not dare to treat him too harshly in public. He had seen everything he needed to see.
Xie Lang was unusually obedient at this moment. He took the opportunity to put the telescope in front of his eyes, and through the small opening, he suddenly saw that the scene in front of him became clear. He could see all the flowers and plants in the distance clearly.
His thoughts, clouded by alcohol, were pulled back to reality at this moment, and Xie Lang subconsciously said, "If only it could be used in the army..."
Wen Hemian guessed his thoughts and smiled: "I have this plan, but the telescope is difficult to make and will take some time."
Even just considering the lenses inside, it's difficult to achieve precise grinding with current technology.
The first qualified finished product was given to Xie Lang.
Even if more are produced in the future, Wen Hemian will not sell them. After all, in ancient times, this thing was similar to military supplies. If it accidentally fell into the hands of the enemy, that would not be good news.
"Grand Tutor is truly amazing." Xie Lang put down his telescope, admiring the new gadget with obvious delight. Like a large dog unaware of its own size, he moved closer to Wen Hemian, "...I really like it."
"If you like it, that's good." After saying that, Wen Hemian narrowed her eyes, her expression instantly changing to a cold one. "Are you sober now?"
That's the good thing about being familiar with someone; Wen Hemian can spot any changes in Xie Lang without hesitation.
Caught off guard by the sudden retribution, Xie Lang quickly lowered his eyes and admitted his mistake: "Grand Tutor, I was wrong."
"Oh."
Wen Hemian sneered, staring at the large man in front of him. After thinking for a while, he said, "Your Majesty, I'm not stopping you from drinking, but everything should be done in moderation. In that kind of situation, if you get drunk, have you considered the consequences?"
Xie Lang's alcohol tolerance is neither good nor bad. He is well-behaved when drunk and does not act crazy. This is all thanks to Wen Hemian's experiments. The key is that alcohol affects his thinking speed.
Today, Ning Hechu didn't make a move. If something goes wrong, Xie Lang could easily suffer a loss!
Knowing he was in the wrong, Xie Lang didn't argue and obediently accepted Wen Hemian's reprimand: "I'm sorry, Grand Tutor, I was just... a little too excited."
Wen Heming asked, puzzled, "What could possibly make His Majesty so excited?"
Xie Lang was suddenly taken aback.
The hazy effects of the alcohol slowly dissipated, and he recalled the scene he had witnessed from his seat: the vibrant red robes, and the Grand Tutor's nonchalant smile, unintentionally revealing a domineering and controlling air...
etc.
Xie Lang suddenly came to his senses. Why did he suddenly think of these things?
"Hmm? Can't I say?"
From Xie Lang's long silence, Wen Hemian seemed to have come to another answer. She raised her eyebrows, remembering that it was his birthday today, and slowly dismissed her reproach: "Alright, I can't just let it go, but Your Majesty, please remember to be more careful next time."
Wen Hemian thought that she couldn't stay by Xie Lang's side to remind him all the time, and besides, she didn't know when the system would come to take her away. She had already made all the necessary preparations in advance.
To avoid leaving in a rush.
Wen Hemian glanced at Xie Lang and sighed. In the end, she was still worried.
"Mmm." Xie Lang nodded. He keenly sensed Wen Hemian's change in mood and said in a low voice, "Grand Tutor, please don't be angry. I really won't do it again."
Wen Hemian smiled, raised his hand and patted the emperor's head as he leaned closer, his tone gentle: "I'm not angry. Go back once you've woken up from the breeze."
Xie Lang subconsciously tried to rub his hand against hers, but missed. Before the disappointment in his heart could spread, he was coaxed and responded softly.
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Ning Hechu remained surprisingly quiet throughout the entire palace banquet.
Sitting in a corner with his cronies, he showed no sign of anger. Instead, he casually presented Xie Lang with a painting depicting cicadas, mantises, and sparrows, all rendered with lifelike postures and inscribed by a renowned calligrapher.
Wen Hemian glanced at it and sneered, "So you've come to provoke us right in front of us."
Xie Lang's eyes were cold and deep: "Then let him see who the predator is."
"I'm just worried that he'll make a move against the Grand Tutor."
A subject killing his ruler is an act of rebellion and cannot stand firm in the court. In comparison, Ning Hechu might take action against Wen Hemian first.
Without Wen Heming's protection, Xie Lang could not have grown so smoothly. Eliminating Wen Heming would be tantamount to cutting off his left and right arms. A smart person would know what to choose.
"Then bring it on." A cold glint flashed in Wen Hemian's eyes, his voice calm yet firm. "Let's see how the people from the Prince's Mansion kill him back."
Wen Hemian always appears sickly in the eyes of others, but that doesn't mean she's really weak and easy to bully. Not to mention that she knows martial arts herself, the people around her are all top-notch fighters.
When facing an enemy, only by inflicting serious damage can we teach them a lesson.
Xie Lang gazed at her, a smile playing on his lips: "I was overthinking it. The Grand Tutor has never feared anyone."
Wen Hemian: "Mm."
As she was about to get up, the young man, who had anticipated this, suddenly grabbed her sleeve: "Tonight, Grand Tutor, stay and have a talk with me by candlelight."
That sounds nice, but it's just an excuse to keep them.
Just as she was about to refuse, Wen Hemian hesitated again when she remembered it was Xie Lang's birthday.
It was this moment of hesitation that Xie Lang seized the opportunity to say: "If the Grand Tutor doesn't speak, I'll take that as your agreement!"
Upon receiving the signal, Lai Xi snapped out of it and slammed the door shut as he slipped out.
Look at him, how sensible he is.
Wen Hemian: "..."
Wen Hemian's expression was indescribable.
She said, "Okay."
Who said the little emperor was obedient? Even she was completely under this brat's thumb, okay?
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