Wen Hemian did not come solely to meet these two female instructors; after chatting with them, she also spoke with the other instructors.
Regardless of what these people were really thinking, on the surface everyone was friendly and didn't give irrelevant answers, which gave a good impression.
But in reality, not all academic officials are usually so honest, especially those who value etiquette and filial piety. They harbored some resentment towards Wen Hemian, feeling that her ambiguous relationship with His Majesty violated the integrity of scholars.
Before they met, everything was fine, but after they met, they suddenly realized that no one could lie to the God of Heaven's gentle and calm eyes.
Not only can you not lie, you even have to think carefully before you say what you want to say.
A man who can serve as a teacher to emperors is no ordinary person.
Those scheming instructors had to admit they had misjudged the situation.
The conversation went deeper and deeper, and in the end, we even had lunch there.
Wen Heming's combination of modern teaching experience has given the officials a lot of inspiration. After all, it is the crystallization of wisdom, and it can also allow students to experience modern achievements hundreds of years in advance.
She smiled, keeping her achievements and fame hidden.
After chatting for a while, Wen Hemian bid them farewell and prepared to return to the palace.
Don't be fooled by how readily Xie Lang released the person this morning. If she had stayed outside for too long, she would have been caught and pressured for favors when she got back.
Since he is not fully recovered and needs to maintain a good mood, Wen Hemian decided to put up with him for a few more days. Besides, she didn't have much time to wander around outside, so she might as well finish her official business as soon as possible.
Thinking back to Lu Zishen, who could guess her return just by the difference in her handwriting, Wen Hemian dared not let Xie Lang handle things for her too many times.
Otherwise, I would feel bad for wearing my official uniform.
When I first took on this task, I dreamed of a wonderful retirement and traveling the world. But now it seems I'll be stuck with a life of constant toil for many more years.
He entered the palace while sighing.
When I turned my head, I inadvertently saw several people jumping around in the palace, and their figures looked somewhat familiar.
Wen Hemian paused for a moment, then casually stepped into the palace and asked, "Your Majesty, what are your secret guards doing?"
Xie Lang hadn't expected her to see it anyway, and explained nonchalantly, "They made a mistake, so I'm punishing them to reflect on their actions."
Wen Hemian frowned.
What kind of punishment is this, jumping up and down like that?
Xie Lang clearly had no intention of explaining further, and instead asked, "Han Shuang and the officials of the Imperial Academy got along very well?"
I went there all morning, but no one came for lunch.
Knowing this would happen, Wen Hemian was both amused and exasperated: "It's alright, consider it contributing to the future of education."
With her and Xie Lang's intentional or unintentional encouragement, girls were able to enroll in school, so there was nothing they couldn't do.
Bottom lines are meant to be broken.
Xie Lang smiled and said, "Grand Tutor, you always say such interesting things."
Xie Lang thought that it was probably because of her complete lack of vigilance that he was able to find the clues.
"You learned it from someone else all these years, and Your Majesty still hasn't gotten used to it?"
Wen Heming's eyebrows curved slightly.
Xie Lang shook his head: "No, I just suddenly remembered it and mentioned it."
He casually changed the subject, then picked up the pattern on the table: "Which one do you like?"
“This.” Wen Hemian looked up at him, frowning in disapproval. “We need to make clothes? We haven’t even finished wearing the ones we made before. Making more would be a waste.”
It's not like I'm a peacock, wanting a different outfit every day.
"It's alright, we don't mind having too many."
Xie Lang sighed, "It's a pity that I've saved the entire harem's expenses, but I have no use for them."
Wen Heming fell silent: "Is that how it works?"
Whether or not this is the case, the final interpretation rests with Xie Lang.
Compared to previous emperors, Xie Lang was already considered frugal. After much deliberation, Wen Hemian couldn't bear to deprive him of his few hobbies, so she simply let it go.
Seeing Wen Hemian agree, Xie Lang knew his plan had succeeded, and he felt a sweet warmth in his heart. He couldn't help but pull her over and kiss her cheeks a few times.
Unfortunately, it was daytime, and Wen Hemian saw that there were still many memorials on his desk, so she gently but firmly pushed him away.
Xie Lang was quite disappointed by this, but fortunately he was aware of the situation and suppressed his agitation, obediently sitting back down to deal with the memorials.
Wen Hemian patted his head reassuringly: "Your Majesty is very good."
The Emperor, being so large, didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said. He nuzzled closer to her and whispered, "Then the Grand Tutor must continue to like me this much."
Wen Hemian was amused by him and said, "Okay."
Both were busy with their own things. In the afternoon, Wen Hemian went out to discuss matters with the cabinet members and returned to find the setting sun had dyed the sky red.
After having dinner and digesting his food, he was quickly pulled onto the bed by Xie Lang, who had not been satisfied during the day, and kissed him to his heart's content.
Wen Hemian was utterly helpless, her voice trembling with breathlessness: "Xie Huaichuan, why are you so keen on kissing and hugging?"
She raised her hand to shield her eyes, sinking into the soft bedding, feeling sticky sweat all over her back; even in this sweltering heat, she felt restless.
It seems that ever since I agreed to give it a try, that little rascal has started to go too far.
If things are like this now, what will happen in the future?
The candles inside the hall were still lit, allowing Xie Lang to admire his masterpiece. Seeing that fair and delicate face flushed crimson because of him, his blood was practically boiling, but he suppressed his excitement and answered in a hoarse voice.
"Because the Grand Tutor doesn't know how much I like you."
Wen Hemian was momentarily brought to her senses by those words: "...Aren't you ashamed?"
"It's not shameful."
The emperor chuckled and rubbed his nose against her face: "Will the Grand Tutor find me annoying? I can only look at you during the day, but I can't get close to you. I can't treat you like an ordinary subject."
"So you got it all back at night?"
Wen Heming was convinced by his sophistry.
Xie Lang's Adam's apple bobbed slightly: "Mm."
Huh my foot!
Wen Heming lowered her hand, looked him straight in the eye, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Are you going to sleep or not? If not, get out."
The two were so close that they could clearly see each other's physical reactions. Xie Lang was young and vigorous, which was understandable, but wouldn't doing this once or twice hurt his body?
After deep reflection, Wen Hemian felt that for the sake of their sleep health, they should sleep in separate beds for a period of time.
"And don't you think we're moving a little too fast?"
In modern times, sleeping in the same bed before even discussing anything would be quite shocking. But they couldn't explain it clearly; the order was wrong from the start, a mess, and happened so fast it was astonishing.
The little wolf cub is one who likes to act cute and weak. Wen Hemian had already been tricked into helping him with her hands before, so she couldn't fall into the same trap twice.
Even when he was cursing, it sounded pleasant coming from Wen Hemian's mouth. Xie Lang tilted his head and asked, "Doesn't the Grand Tutor like it?"
Wen Hemian choked.
"...You can't do this every day just because you like it."
"But that's not the worst part." Xie Lang chuckled, leaning down to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. "There's something even worse... Can't the Grand Tutor handle this?"
In the middle of the night, Wen Hemian, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face without expression: "Get out."
Does she really think she has no temper, since this happens every time?
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