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

Wen Chengyuan and Qin Yi came and showed the same expression as Meng Min.

"Hanshuang, you've done a great thing!"

Wen Chengyuan was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He felt happy just thinking about the enemy being unable to climb up the city wall.

Wen Hemian said modestly: "I learned it by chance, as long as it can be of help."

Qin Yi was thoughtful and said, "Fortunately, this thing didn't fall into the hands of the enemy. Let's find a good day to smear it. Don't let the people see it. Do it at night."

Wen Chengyuan nodded: "I know, I'll arrange it right away."

The proportions and specific operating procedures had been tested out and recorded. Wen Hemian didn't need to worry about the rest, so she naturally became a hands-off boss.

I thought that since I had nothing to do anyway, I asked for pen and ink and wrote some entertaining and educational short stories, and sold them to bookstores in the city so that they could be used as enlightenment books.

The border is far away from the capital, but far-sighted families still hope that their children can study more and go to Beijing to take exams in the future. Therefore, even if the conditions are difficult, they will not affect their children's education.

Wen Hemian really hopes that there will be more talented people who can enter the court in the future and help Xie Lang share more of the work so that he won't be so busy and tired.

This winter seemed to pass by very quickly. The days passed by in a flash and it was April soon.

In the past, Xie Lang looked forward to April the most, because he knew that Wen Hemian would always carefully prepare a gift for him. It might not be rare, but it would be more thoughtful than anyone else's. In short, he liked it.

April this year is particularly special. His Majesty the Emperor came of age, and the Ministry of Rites submitted a memorial early on, asking about the coming-of-age ceremony and whether it needed to be properly prepared.

Xie Lang glanced at it and raised his pen to reject it.

Since Wen Hemian was not there, he had no mood to hold the coming-of-age ceremony.

What's rare is that the Ministry of Rites was smart this time, and after receiving the rejected memorial, no one thought of bringing it up again. It can be guessed that His Majesty is still concerned about Lord Wen's matter.

The coming-of-age ceremony may not be necessary, but one must take a name, and this must be recorded in history books.

Fortunately, Xie Lang responded quickly this time, saying that the chosen name was Huaichuan, and he also specifically stated that the name was chosen by Wen Hemian, the meaning was self-evident.

Everyone looked at each other, and only sighs were heard.

Can't say it's bad, can only say it's great.

Your Majesty, once you accept this word, you will be worried about it in the future. It will be difficult to let it go.

There is no monument erected and no announcement of death, which probably means that some thoughts are still lingering in his heart. The ministers see through it but do not say it out loud, and are secretly wondering when this taut string will break.

Of course, we are not hoping for it to break, but now that it is hanging in the balance, everyone is a little uneasy.

Xie Lang didn't care what the ministers in the court thought. After finishing his business, he went to the palace and did nothing. He just sat in the study and spent most of the day there.

She never felt lonely when Wen Hemian was by her side. Even the gloom that she had developed during her youth in the cold palace was dispelled by his company day after day. Only when she was left alone did she realize how terrible this loneliness was.

The living people carry hope on their shoulders and cannot leave easily, but they are tortured by pain all the time, making them unable to sleep every night.

"Your Majesty." Lai Xi knocked on the door. "Your birthday requires longevity noodles. The housekeeper of the palace sent someone to make them. Do you want to see them?"

Xie Lang would give some face to anyone around Wen Hemian.

Uncle Lu is an old man in the palace, and he also watched Wen Hemian grow up. Xie Lang pondered for a moment and nodded: "Bring it in."

Lai Xi walked into the room with a smile on his face. When he saw His Majesty's expression, he restrained himself a little and carefully put down the freshly cooked longevity noodles.

One year, Wen Hemian was in the mood to cook longevity noodles for Xie Lang. However, she had little talent and the final result was not very good-looking. Only Xie Lang cherished it so much that he finished the whole bowl of noodles.

But later on, he didn't allow Wen Hemian to cook for him anymore.

It’s not that he dislikes her cooking skills, but he is worried that she might cut her hands while cutting vegetables. Xie Lang felt terrified just watching her. No matter how much he liked her, he still needed a bite to eat.

Being with Wen Hemian, there are many more things worth remembering than this.

Things are different now.

Xie Lang finished his longevity noodles. Lai Xi was very considerate and didn't say anything. He quietly collected the bowls and chopsticks and was about to take them out when he suddenly heard him ask:

"Lai Xi, why don't you come to see me, Master?"

When the previous emperor was alive, he had been obsessed with alchemy for a while, dreaming of becoming an immortal. During the years Xie Lang had lived in the cold palace, he had seen many sinister people and was well-known for not believing in ghosts and gods.

Lai Xi didn't expect him to ask this question, so he said carefully: "I dare to say that maybe Lord Wen is blessed with a good fortune, but we haven't found her yet."

Xie Lang lowered his eyelashes, not sure whether he believed it or not.

Lai Xi took a look and added boldly, "Besides, Lady Wen has always cared for Your Majesty. She certainly wouldn't want to see Your Majesty sad."

After being scolded for saying the wrong thing last time, Lai Xi has become much smarter. Especially after he saw the emperor's feelings towards Lord Wen, he never points out the truth but always says something vaguely that pleases others.

Being depressed like this all day long is not good for your health.

Xie Lang sneered, as if mocking himself: "Not necessarily. I made her angry."

Lai Xi was hesitant and submissive, and his intuition touched something that he should not touch.

Fortunately, Xie Lang did not pursue the matter any further and waved his hand to let him go out.

He rested in the palace that day.

Xie Lang did not live in the room that Wen Hemian prepared for him, but lived in Wen Hemian's room.

Qingyun wanted to say something but stopped himself. He was angry but dared not speak in front of the emperor. Fortunately, he still had some rationality in his heart and did not step forward to say anything.

After Wen Hemian left, Xie Lang was particularly attached to places where her scent was present, as if he could pretend that she was still by his side and sleep more peacefully.

Generally speaking, whatever you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

That night in his dream, Xie Lang saw the figure that had been haunting him.

It was in the imperial study, in the court, in the prince's palace, in every place they had been, all flashed before their eyes like a passing tour.

Xie Lang held his breath carefully and didn't blink, for fear of missing her when he was distracted. He didn't dare to get close to her, nor did he dare to blaspheme her.

He pleaded in a low voice: "Master, can you come back to see me? I will listen to you in the future, okay?"

In the dream, Wen Hemian smiled softly, with clear and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and shook his head slowly and firmly.

Xie Lang's eyes were red with anger, and he took a few steps forward, trying to grab her hand, but he was caught off guard and grabbed nothing. In the end, he only heard Wen Hemian's increasingly distant voice -

"Your Majesty, please...be a wise ruler."

Xie Lang's breathing slowed down.

Never.

Although he knew clearly that this was just a dream, at this moment, Xie Lang still couldn't help but have some fantasies.

If you blame him, then come back and teach him a lesson in person.

Even in a dream.