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

From the day he entered the court, Wen Hemian warned himself in his heart to abandon any useless compassion.

You can be kind, but you can't be kind to everything.

Besides, Xie Lang is the emperor. Even if it is not as exaggerated as the emperor causing millions of deaths in a fit of rage, he still has the power to deal with his subordinates, as long as they do not kill innocent people.

Wen Hemian believed that he would not kill innocent people.

A very light laugh fell into Wen Hemian's ears.

"Master, you believe me."

Xie Lang smiled, calmly withdrew the hand that had just been patted, raised his other hand and placed it on Wen Hemian's shoulder, and took her to walk away: "I'll ask someone to clean it up later."

Wen Hemian was still a little frightened by the experience in the morning. She was caught off guard by the embrace and frowned. She subconsciously wanted to stay away from Xie Lang. Suddenly, she heard him whisper, "Is my love really so hard for you, Master?"

"Do not……"

Wen Hemian had just said this when he realized what he had said and quickly stopped.

But she forgot that the person in front of her now was not the Xie Lang who could be considered innocent three years ago, but a wolf who had been floating in dark thoughts for three years and was almost unable to bear the repression.

He climbed up the pole: "Since it's not so hard to accept, why not try it and have mercy on me?"

As the most noble and unparalleled emperor, he did not hesitate when it came to showing mercy. He looked at Wen Hemian eagerly, passionately and sincerely, as if he had suddenly become docile and was wagging his tail to beg for mercy from her.

With Wen Hemian's favor, Xie Lang always knew how to act coquettishly in front of her to make her soften her heart.

The title of tyrant can lure Wen Hemian back to Beijing to see him, but what can really keep her here is a more gentle way.

The one who is soft-hearted and does not respond to tough measures is Wen Hemian.

Even when Wen Hemian first realized that Xie Lang might have unusual thoughts about her, she did not feel disgusted, but instead thought about how to guide him back on the right track.

Although it failed miserably later.

Wen Hemian spoke with difficulty: "Your Majesty, forgive me for being blunt, I am not a beast."

Again, who raises a child as a child or a husband?

They have been through the most difficult years together and should have a close relationship, but it can't change in the other direction. It's really awkward.

"You are the emperor, what kind of woman do you want? Even if the court accepts my identity as a woman and the women's school is developing smoothly, I am still your teacher after all. Needless to say, I am older than you, and the court censors will also criticize this matter. Is it worth it?"

Wen Hemian asked the same question that he wanted to ask three years ago but didn't have time to ask. He finished it in one breath without giving Xie Lang a chance to interrupt.

Then, he once again received an emperor with red eyes.

Xie Lang choked up, his eyes bloodshot at some point: "I don't want any other woman, only you."

"Age never means anything. I'm grown up. I've already said that you can treat me as a man."

"As for the censors? Even if this incident hadn't happened, they would have never stopped writing. What do outsiders think of it? I am the emperor. As long as I want, I can always find a way to solve it. At most, it will be recorded in history books. How they evaluate it is up to future generations. I don't care."

"And they should understand that without the Grand Tutor, there would be no me today. Even if we were really together, what would they have to say?"

At the end of his words, Xie Lang gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Wen Hemian's shoulders. He wished he could cut his heart out and let Wen Hemian see what his true feelings were.

Wen Hemian was shocked. She had always been good at speaking, but facing such relentless pressure, she was speechless. She blinked her eyelashes again and again, unable to find the right words to refute.

Seeing her silence, Xie Lang restrained his momentum a little. He raised his hand and placed it on the woman's cheek. For a moment, it was as if he had completely imprisoned her in his arms.

The voice softened.

"At least give me a chance, okay?"

Wen Hemian did not answer.

She couldn't give that answer for now.

Xie Lang laughed at himself: "I understand."

He closed his eyes. Because they were close, Wen Hemian could even feel the rise and fall of his chest and his warm breath. After a while, he let her go.

The tearing pain came back, and Xie Lang's breathing quickened. He stepped back hastily, his voice calm, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

After saying this, he turned around and left quickly.

Wen Hemian belatedly felt a sticky sensation on his palms - cold sweat from somewhere unknown.

No one was at ease in the confrontation just now.

After all, so much time has passed, and Wen Hemian couldn't deceive herself into thinking that Xie Lang was still youthfully enthusiastic. But she also couldn't agree to it rashly at this time.

She admitted that what Xie Lang said made sense.

But that is the most ideal situation, and there are countless troubles to deal with. Before Xie Lang gets what he wants, he can naturally imagine all the unexpected situations he will face. What about after that?

Wen Hemian couldn't just follow him and make trouble.

"I really am, what am I thinking about." Wen Hemian rubbed his brows and murmured, "I'm not... thinking about the future, it's too far away."

In just one day, we parted ways unhappily twice.

Wen Hemian was filled with melancholy. He reluctantly wandered around the imperial garden for a while. When he felt a little better, he walked towards the side hall with heavy steps.

I didn't meet anyone along the way.

I couldn't even find anyone to inquire about the news.

It seems that Xie Lang has some little secret that he doesn't want her to know.

Wen Hemian could only put his mind at ease for the time being and return to the side hall quietly.

As soon as she entered the room, she noticed that there seemed to be some new things inside. The most conspicuous one was a bookshelf. When she flipped over, she found that the types of books were very diverse, with storybooks, strange stories and serious files all on it. She guessed that the books were specially arranged because they were afraid that she would be bored.

Wen Hemian was in mixed feelings.

When he is aggressive, he is really aggressive; when he is considerate, he is really considerate.

In fact, when it comes down to it, Xie Lang is still the same Xie Lang she knows. His outward temperament has changed a little, but his inner self is the same as before, which makes it even more difficult for people to be cruel to him.

She calmly read a book with the idea of ​​killing time. After dinner, she still didn't see Xie Lang.

I wanted to go find him, but I was afraid of walking into a wolf's den, so I could only hold myself back and wait patiently.

I thought that today would be over, but unexpectedly, when I went to bed at night, Wen Hemian saw Xie Lang again.

She sat on the bed, staring at the tall and sturdy young man in front of her expressionlessly, and became a little wary: "What are you doing in my room?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to force you, Master."

Xie Lang said lightly, speaking slowly: "It's just that I have lived here for three years, and I haven't sent anyone to clean up the original bedroom..."

"Master, you won't let me sleep on the floor, right?"