After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Wen Hemian never expected that the character she had established would boomerang back at her many years later.

Fortunately, she was able to counter the opponent's moves, so the problem was not serious.

As soon as these words were spoken, the little emperor's face suddenly darkened and he pursed his lips with a sullen look on his face.

The ministers looked at each other, unsure of what these two were thinking.

Xie Lang's tone was cold, and he didn't say yes or no: "Continue."

Well, let's put the issue of official selection aside for now, and everyone present discussed and finalized other regulations. Seeing that the emperor was thinking, they all bowed and took their leave.

Finally, they were the only two left.

Xie Lang took a deep breath, his voice trembling a little at the end: "Do you really have to go? Are you trying to avoid me?"

Wen Hemian wondered in his heart: "Did I show such an intention?"

"You know exactly what I'm thinking, but you insist on bringing it up at this time. How can I not think about it?"

Relying on the fact that there were no outsiders around, Xie Langlizi no longer cared about his face. His eyes quickly turned red, like a puppy who had suffered a lot of injustice.

He complained in a low voice: "Hanshuang, it's okay for you to hide from me for so long, but you know I won't be happy to let you go to the epidemic area."

The epidemic was at its most dangerous time at the beginning, and those officials had to think carefully before speaking. He had personal feelings in his heart, so how could he let Wen Hemian go?

"Even if you don't want me to go, I'm going to go."

Wen Hemian kept in mind what the system said. It couldn't be lying, which meant that he must be a key link in it.

Although she didn't know what it was, she didn't seem to resist it.

"Alang."

Wen Hemian called out this name for the first time since their stalemate.

Xie Lang's body stiffened, and he slowly uttered a word from his throat: "Hmm."

He blinked and stared at Wen Hemian, looking very well-behaved.

Wen Hemian could rarely stand such a look. After all, she had the filter of watching him grow up, so her voice was relatively gentle: "We need to be apart for a while. I can't calm down and think with you in the capital."

"you……"

Xie Lang's eyes widened slightly, as if he didn't expect her to say such a thing.

Wen Hemian struck while the iron was hot: "This time, I am the most suitable, and only I can solve it."

He is confident when he should be confident, and Wen Hemian is never stingy in praising himself in certain aspects.

"So, do you agree?"

Finally, she asked in a low voice.

The look he gave Xie Lang was as always kind and tolerant, with a bright smile on the corner of his lips.

For a moment, Xie Lang really wanted to hug her, but in the end he just curled his fingertips and didn't move.

"Okay, just this once."

"You agreed so quickly?"

It didn't take much talking. Wen Hemian was a little uncomfortable and warned him calmly: "Don't forget the principle I taught you. A son of a wealthy family should not sit in the hall. Don't think about sneaking around me."

Given Xie Lang's personality, if he's worried, he might actually do something like this.

Xie Lang: "..."

The redness in his eyes soon disappeared, and now it was replaced by a spine-chilling unwillingness: "Got it."

Wen Hemian was firm in his attitude, and at this point, there was no room for change.

It was impossible to go with them, so Xie Lang had to make some adjustments to the arrangements. He added a few more imperial physicians who were originally scheduled to go, and also sent an official from the Ministry of Personnel to accompany him, and added many guards.

Wen Hemian seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

No, not really.

But she could empathize with Xie Lang's worries. To put it another way, if it was Xie Lang who went out tomorrow, she would have the same concerns.

After finishing the task, Xie Lang closed his eyes tiredly and made his last request.

"Master, please stay in the palace tonight. I will consider it as your practice."

They had been in a cold war for a long time, and before they had time to talk it out, the epidemic hit, leaving them no time to breathe.

Wen Hemian is leaving soon, and Xie Lang really can't bear to let him go.

After saying that, he looked at Wen Hemian with that hesitant look again.

Wen Hemian's eyebrows twitched twice: "Put away your eyes and stop acting like a spoiled child. You are already such a grown-up, Your Majesty, aren't you ashamed?"

As long as it's useful, it doesn't matter whether it's embarrassing or not.

Wen Hemian sighed: "I'll stay. Send someone to deliver a letter to the palace and ask Qingyun to prepare what I need."

The purpose would be achieved if the person stayed, so Xie Lang readily agreed: "Okay."

Although everything was arranged on the surface, Xie Lang was still very worried. In the evening, he had to pull Wen Hemian aside to confirm again: "Is everything really going to be alright?... I kind of regret it."

His voice became lower and lower, and he looked away, not daring to meet Wen Hemian's gaze.

Wen Hemian said gloomily: "Who told me before that I can't change my mind overnight?"

Xie Lang refused to face the facts: "It's not me anyway."

Wen Hemian was speechless.

She did reveal a little: "I may have some ideas about the Jianghuai epidemic. I'm not sure it's right, but I won't get myself into trouble."

Thanks to her many years of cooperation with the system, she still has some credibility.

Hearing the certainty in her tone, Xie Lang was silent for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master, if you say so, I believe you. If something goes wrong, I will never believe you again next time."

He had never wanted to put Wen Hemian in danger, and this time with her promise, he couldn't say no.

It would be fine if everything was safe and sound, but if something really happened, Xie Lang thought, he would go crazy.

Wen Hemian suddenly felt like coaxing a child: "I understand. There's no need to take it so seriously. If the time is right, I can have a New Year's Eve dinner with Your Majesty when I come back."

Xie Lang: "Well, I'll wait."

The two of them spent the dinner peacefully.

Time was very tight, so Xie Lang issued an order to set off early the next morning. After breakfast, he urged Wen Hemian to go to rest early.

Wen Hemian had the illusion of returning to the past.

She yawned, her brows softening slightly: "Your Majesty should also rest early."

Incense was lit in the hall, and the light scent was very pleasant. After closing the door, Wen Hemian simply washed up, turned off the lights, and went to bed to rest.

Today I seemed to feel sleepy especially quickly, but maybe because I was thinking about something, I fell into a confused feeling in the middle of the night, and I wanted to open my eyes but couldn't.

In a trance, it seemed as if something was touching gently across my face, then slowly falling to my chin, and then to my neck. It was extremely precious, but also extremely frightening.

She realized that this didn't seem to be a dream.

In the darkness, all the sticky and obscure emotions were fermented and magnified, and finally turned into an extremely clear kiss on the lips, which pried open the teeth and robbed the breath wantonly.

The force on the chin was quite heavy, accompanied by an almost inaudible sigh.

"Wen Hemian, I'll wait for you..."