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

The sky cleared up after the snow, but there was still a hint of chill in the wind.

The streets were deserted, but the teahouse was packed with people. The storyteller's saliva was flying, and the ups and downs of his voice echoed throughout the lobby.

What I am going to talk about today is not the contents of the storybook, but some interesting experiences, occasionally mixed with analysis and discussion of the current situation. After all, this place is far away from the capital, and I don’t have to worry about someone hearing it and spreading it.

"...Speaking of which, the current emperor has executed many people in the past few years, and his methods are quite brutal. It is said that no one dares to get close to him until now, including the harem, which is empty. The daughters of the officials are terrified by the news, and it is rare that no one wants to send their daughters to the palace. It is really a strange story."

"Tsk, look at what you said. So what if the methods are brutal? I think the current emperor is quite open-minded. Isn't it true that women are allowed to participate in the imperial examinations and become officials in the court? I heard that all the noble ladies in the capital are eager to try! I will send my little daughter to study later!"

"What's the point of a girl studying? I think you're really confused. When you get married, it'll still belong to someone else's family!"

"Hey! What do you mean by marrying? We can't accept a son-in-law in our family!"

"But speaking of female officials, the most powerful one is the teacher of the current emperor. She has been very kind to us in Jianghuai. It's a pity that if it weren't for the assassination back then..."

"The emperor has been in mourning for three years, which shows that the two of them really have a deep teacher-student relationship. But I don't understand why the emperor didn't hold a funeral...tsk tsk tsk."

"Didn't they say the body hasn't been found yet? I'm afraid they still have some hope. People are all like this."

The emperor is far away and the government is not strict, so the people are bold. Wen Hemian heard their discussion and smiled and shook his head, as if he was not one of the protagonists in the story.

The fact that she had been assassinated was known to the whole world, but her parents had never returned to Beijing to visit her. Perhaps they were still suspected, so Xie Lang secretly sent people to the border to check a few years ago, which scared Wen Hemian.

Fortunately, she knew the man and took precautions in advance, otherwise she would have been caught on the spot.

Counting on her fingers, it has been almost three years. She is a go-with-the-flow person and is not the type to stay away from home. She moves around from time to time and goes to the border to accompany her parents during the Chinese New Year. This time, she was almost caught and she slipped away before the Chinese New Year was over.

I didn't dare go to places too close to the capital, so I just strolled towards the Jianghuai area. It was as prosperous and bustling as ever.

She had heard rumors about Xie Lang from time to time, so it was not surprising that he could do well.

But observing mourning for her for three years is too against the rules after all, and I don’t know if anyone in the court will have any objections.

Thinking of this, Wen Hemian couldn't help but laugh secretly. There was nothing she could do even if she had any opinions. She couldn't do anything about it now.

Hearing the storyteller's bragging became more and more exaggerated, Wen Hemian lost interest and was putting tea money on the table to leave. Just as he raised his eyes, a small, soft child bumped into his arms.

The child was a little flustered. In his panic, he accidentally pulled the veil she was wearing. His eyes blurred and his vision suddenly became clear.

The little girl in his arms opened her big innocent eyes and blinked as she looked at Wen Hemian. She looked no more than two or three years old, with some baby fat on her cheeks, and looked very cute.

Wen Hemian didn't care. Just as he was about to look for the girl's mother, he heard a panicked voice behind him: "Sorry, sorry! Just now..."

Wen Hemian turned his head, and the voice of the person who came suddenly changed its tone: "...Wen, Master Wen?"

Liu Qiongyue stared at the person in front of her in astonishment.

She had never had the chance to meet Wen Hemian again since they parted three years ago, but some people are like this, they leave a deep impression on people, so when they meet again after many years, their appearance is still clear.

The woman in front of him had black hair and snow-white clothes, and she was slender and tall. When she was wearing a veil just now, she was already particularly eye-catching. Now that she was without the cover, her eyes were bright and clear, and her temperament was like the moon, clear and cold, making it even more difficult to look away.

This is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that this face with a feminine and gentle aura gradually overlaps with a familiar face in memory.

Liu Qiongyue couldn't believe it.

Wen Hemian didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in this place. Facing Liu Qiongyue's burning gaze, she was silent for a while and smiled: "Long time no see."

As she spoke, she lowered her eyes and pinched the little girl's cheek in her arms, her movements gentle: "Is this the daughter of you and Lord Lu?"

"Yes Yes."

Liu Qiongyue felt indescribably complicated.

Perhaps it was because the noise was a little too loud. When they were chatting just now, many people were already looking in their direction. Liu Qiongyue quickly stepped forward, holding her daughter with one hand and Wen Hemian with the other.

"It's not convenient here, let's talk somewhere else."

Wen Hemian was pulled away obediently.

Liu Qiongyue took her to a private room with a clear goal in mind. The little girl did not make any noise or trouble, but kept looking at Wen Hemian with her bright big eyes, showing undisguised curiosity.

Liu Qiongyue looked at Wen Hemian, still feeling as if she were in a dream. She let out a long sigh: "Sir Wen, since nothing happened to you, why don't you return to the capital?"

Xie Lang's statement to the public was that he had fallen off a cliff and his life or death was unknown, which meant that there was still a glimmer of hope no matter what.

His Majesty the Emperor's attitude is very clear. Everything that belongs to Wen Hemian has been preserved to this day, and as long as she goes back, all of them will be hers.

"Besides..." Liu Qiongyue smiled, "Lord Wen has a very good reputation both in the court and among the people."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wen Hemian smiled, "I'm not going back for another reason."

Liu Qiongyue couldn't think of any other reason, so she made a blind guess: "It can't be because of His Majesty, right?"

Wen Hemian: “…”

Look at this mouth, how can he talk so well?

Seeing that she remained silent, Liu Qiongyue had a clue in her mind and asked tentatively, "Is it because of conflicting political views, or something else?"

Wen Hemian shook his head dryly: "Otherwise, it's inconvenient to say. I won't go back to the capital, and it's fine to stay the way I am now."

Liu Qiongyue sighed, thinking about the current situation in the capital, and felt that it might not be the case.

But Wen Hemian had already made up her mind, and she didn't want to persuade him and make him look annoying, so she simply changed the subject.

"Master Wen promised to be the godfather of my and Zishen's child. Does that still count now?"

As if she knew that she was mentioned, the little girl in Liu Qiongyue's arms smiled sweetly, like a small cake.

Wen Hemian herself had no resistance to children, especially cute ones. This always reminded her of the innocent little Xie Lang, so she raised her eyebrows: "If you don't mind."

"Of course!" Liu Qiongyue patted her daughter, "Sui Sui, call me godmother."

The little girl should be more than two years old. She didn’t understand the complicated words, but her pronunciation was clear: “Fuck, mother.”

Wen Hemian responded with a smile.

After a conversation, both parties were happy.