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

The horse galloped all the way, stepped on the snow, left the palace road, and headed straight towards the palace.

Amidst the constant disputes, the palace became the quietest place. When the owner was not at home, no one dared to disturb him, but avoided him without any prior agreement. Therefore, when the guards at the gate saw someone coming, they were startled.

They saw the face of the person in panic, and then knelt down one after another: "Your Majesty!"

Xie Lang ignored them, patted the snow off his body, and walked straight inside.

No one dared to stop him before, and no one dared to do so now. Uncle Lu and Qingyun looked at each other, and reluctantly stepped aside, watching Xie Lang's back disappear before their eyes.

Huo Ping, who had hurriedly accompanied them, sighed upon seeing this. He could not say much, and only dared to say a few words: "Your Majesty has been in a bad mood recently. Please keep watch outside and do not let anyone get close."

The palace guard understood and said, "Yes."

Even though I haven't been here for a while, the palace still looks familiar. The newly planted loquat tree in the courtyard has taken root, with snow covering its branches, looking cool and cold.

Xie Lang took a quick glance and walked into the study without looking back.

Whenever he sneaked out of the palace, Wen Hemian would call him to the study to practice calligraphy or discuss matters. Sometimes Wen Hemian looked at him, and sometimes he looked at Wen Hemian, quiet and peaceful.

This place holds so much and is the most special place for him besides the Tai Chi Hall.

But now, because no one has been in there for a long time, although it is still clean, it looks particularly desolate, and the cold wind hits the windows, making a whistling sound.

The wind brought by the open door swept into the room, making the books on the table rustle.

Xie Lang was almost frozen all over after riding in through the snow. He stood at the door for a long time before lighting a candle. Then he glanced lightly at the table and slowly walked over, stretching his stiff and cold fingers to search for something on it.

After a moment, his gaze froze.

He saw a stack of neatly written essays placed under the files. The handwriting was beautiful and elegant, and each stroke had the familiar arc.

It was written by Wen Hemian.

After a quick look, I found that the content of the policy paper is very diverse. The top part is about the promotion of women's education. As I scroll down, it involves policy reforms in many aspects of scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, as well as an analysis of the pros and cons. The language is concise and easy to understand.

It seems like it was specially prepared for someone.

Xie Lang couldn't imagine when and with what mood Wen Hemian wrote these essays, but every word and sentence in them showed her painstaking efforts and her deep intentions for the peace of Dazhao.

Maybe she had made a plan but had not had time to implement it, or maybe it was for some other reason... In short, she wrote these down. No matter what happens to her in the future, as long as Xie Lang can come here and see these, there will be a chance to continue to promote it.

Xie Lang felt a sour feeling on the tip of his nose. He bit his lips so hard that he almost tasted blood. He covered his chest with his right hand but made no sound. Suddenly, he blamed Wen Hemian for being ruthless. She had considered everything for the people of the world, but when had she ever considered herself, or him?

My breathing involuntarily became rapid, mixed with the cold and the piercing pain. I felt like I was doused with cold water again and couldn't help shivering.

Suddenly, Xie Lang seemed to remember something. He reached for the drawer with trembling breath and after a long while, he finally opened the second drawer.

There was only a letter and the clumsy little thing he had once given to Wen Hemian.

It was originally agreed that I would give it to him on his birthday.

It was written on it, the words Wen Hemian wrote for him.

Xie Lang couldn't wait any longer, so he took it out carefully and opened it with trembling fingertips.

At that time, they had not yet had a falling out, and he was still a well-behaved and obedient student in Wen Hemian's eyes. Perhaps in order not to be serious on his birthday, the letter was not long and not so formal. It used a humorous tone, as if he was talking to him face to face in a gentle voice.

"Lang Yu is a beautiful jade, a perfect match for Your Majesty."

"I have read in books that a mountain is as bright as a stone containing jade, and a river is as charming as a water containing pearls. I personally think that it is better to use the word 'Huaichuan'. Holding pearls and jade will bring peace to the world."

"Your Majesty ascended the throne at a young age. Although he may have a temper, he is a wise and enlightened monarch, which comforts me. I am also happy to be able to give Your Majesty a name."

"Today is a good day, I hope everything goes well for Huaichuan."

"May you live thousands of years, never without spring."

Huaichuan, thanks Huaichuan.

As far as he could remember, Wen Hemian had said many times that the name Xie Lang had a very good meaning. He didn't care, but he still couldn't help but be secretly happy about it, but it almost didn't feel real.

It was not until this moment that Xie Lang truly felt that this name was so good in her heart, and her past self was also like that, so she gave him this name, hoping that he would always be so good.

But what did he do soon after?

Relying on Wen Hemian's indulgence and concession, he revealed his feelings almost arrogantly and allowed the dark possessiveness in his heart to grow. He wanted to leave traces without her consent and even planned how to take advantage of her soft heart to make further advances in the future.

She regarded him as an excellent student. Was she disappointed in him when she was surprised and stunned?

Xie Lang wasn't sure, but he guessed that there should be one.

After becoming hazy, I recalled the scene on the cliff side and always felt that the figure had a bit of determination.

He should have realized that she was extremely cautious and would never make such a mistake.

Unless she wanted to die, or simply wanted to leave him.

Don’t think too much about the reason.

So she left these policies and strategies behind, and the court would continue to function no matter what.

So she had people spread rumors in advance to further disrupt the situation in the capital, to help him catch those who had slipped through the net, and to use this to promote her goals.

Everything is connected.

It had been buried silently long ago, and Xie Lang had never noticed it.

The more he thought about it, the more dizzy he became. Xie Lang suddenly seemed to lose his strength and slumped over the table. His usually straight back bent, his teeth clenched, and he seemed to be shaking slightly.

It was a long time before Xie Lang realized that he had been crying, until his clothes were soaked and he felt the chill running through his bones.

The sourness, bitterness and astringency mixed with many days of sadness and grievance finally poured out at this moment.

His fingertips seemed to be so strong that wrinkles appeared on the corner of the letter he was holding tightly. He uttered a hoarse voice accompanied by sobs: "I regret it..."

"Wen Hemian, Master...I miss you."

In the past, he would just pretend to have red eyes, and before the tears fell, Wen Hemian would stop to comfort him, but now that is no longer the case.

nothing left.

It's his own fault.

It was him too...

He personally forced his sweetheart away.