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

There were too many elements in this sentence, and Wen Hemian didn't know which one to complain about first.

Xie Lang's residence was clearly right next to hers. Regardless of why he had lived here for three years, was it possible that no one had cleaned the emperor's bedroom for three years?

If Lai Xi didn't want to lose his head, he would not do such a stupid thing.

Wen Hemian narrowed his eyes and found something interesting: "According to your majesty, where did you rest last night?"

Xie Lang took one glance and understood what was said.

Wen Hemian: “…”

She shouldn't have asked.

The little bastard was cruel and vicious. She slept the whole night. There would be no one around her when she woke up, so she had no time to care about what was happening around her when she was asleep.

It was obvious that he came here with bad intentions.

Without realizing it, I fell into the trap set by his words.

Xie Lang gave her enough time to think. After a moment, he tilted his head and smiled: "Since Han Shuang doesn't say anything, I will take it as your consent?"

"Stop!"

What's the point of acquiescing? Wen Hemian was a little fed up, so he raised his hand and threw him a pillow, pointing to the small couch by the window: "You can stay, or your majesty can sleep there, or I'll leave!"

Both she and Xie Lang are people who plan ahead and take every step carefully. Moreover, Xie Lang is a person who will not give up until he achieves his goal. He cannot be driven away, so it is better to find another way.

The small couch by the window is where she usually sits and reads when she is bored, and occasionally takes a nap. It is just right for her, but for a big guy like Xie Lang, it is a bit stuffy. If he doesn't want to make things difficult for himself, he should not sit here and get in the way.

But Wen Hemian still underestimated how thick-skinned Xie Lang was. After catching the pillow thrown at him, he curled his lower lip with a smile and said in a cheerful voice: "Of course, I can't let you down, Master, but I'm a little worried..."

Wen Hemian's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively knew that the second half of the sentence he hadn't finished was not a good thing. Just as he was about to warn again, he saw Xie Lang took out a pair of chains from somewhere.

The color is different from last time, it is silver.

...No, coming again?

Wen Hemian's eyes trembled as he stared at the handsome and tall emperor in disbelief. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you a pervert?"

It was okay to be locked up all night last night, as she didn't notice it. She just thought of it as a way to make Xie Lang feel more secure, so she didn't say anything about it.

But preparing two different sets of chains, isn't this somewhat a problem on Xie Lang's part?

Xie Lang smiled indifferently: "If Han Shuang thinks so, then so be it."

After saying that, he put the pillow down casually, ignoring Wen Hemian's shocked attitude, took two steps forward, and quickly buckled one end of the chain on her hand and the other end on his own hand.

After finishing all this calmly, Xie Lang acted as if nothing had happened. He walked to the side, turned on the light considerately, and said with concern: "It's late, Master, go to bed early."

It suddenly went dark in front of his eyes. Wen Hemian blinked, but before he could quickly adapt to the darkness, all he could see was a figure. A long chain was dragged on the ground, and his movement towards the small couch made a crisp sound. The sound was particularly obvious in the quiet night and was hard to ignore.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Wen Hemian felt that the figure was lonely and desolate.

Thinking of this, she sighed, too lazy to care more, and simply turned over, covered herself with the quilt and went to sleep.

The space of the small couch by the window was indeed a bit small. Xie Lang curled up his feet, looked at the moonlight coming in through the window, and did not move for a long time.

Of course, the real situation was not as he said, and Wen Hemian must have guessed it, but even so, she still indulged his shameful selfishness.

Although he looked fierce, Xie Lang was only thinking about the feeling of kissing.

He was indeed crazy. He had been crazy since the day Wen Hemian left.

It was just because he was afraid of scaring her away again that he held back and didn't show it.

Xie Lang turned over carefully. He could hear the sound of light breathing from the other side of the bed. He grasped the chain that was also on his hand. He suddenly felt much more at ease and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

As long as Wen Hemian is by his side, he will not do anything more extreme.

……

A good night's sleep.

After three years of separation, Wen Hemian's vigilance had dropped terribly. When he woke up the next day, there was still no one in the hall. The chain had been taken off and placed safely at the head of the bed.

She breathed a sigh of relief, washed up and had breakfast as usual. Lai Xi stood beside her in silence.

Wen Hemian saw his sad face and couldn't bear to worry about his life. He asked while drinking tea: "Your Majesty, is there anything that bothers you?"

Hearing her asking, Lai Xi seemed to have opened his mouth and couldn't wait to speak out: "Master Wen, you also know that His Majesty has not attended court for several months, and the ministers are all uneasy. Today, he finally attended court, but His Majesty was in a bad mood again. His Majesty was originally... Well, Master Wen, why don't you go over and take a look?"

Lai Xi suddenly stopped talking halfway through his words, as if there was something he couldn't say. He could only look at Wen Hemian with a look of being unable to express himself.

Wen Hemian skimmed off the foam in the tea bowl: "Why are you in a bad mood?"

Lai Xi served the emperor and was cautious by nature, so Wen Hemian continued to ask questions about what he could tell.

Lai Xi answered quickly: "It's about the harem."

This is a cliché.

Over the past three years, there have been many old ministers who refused to give up and wanted to send their daughters or relatives to the palace, but Xie Lang refused to give in and really made sure that there was no one left in the harem. Now that things have come to this, everyone has basically given up.

But now it’s an exception.

No outsiders know that Xie Lang went out of the palace to capture Wen Hemian, but the fact that there is one more person in the palace is not easy to hide... Or to put it another way, His Majesty the Emperor never intended to hide it from the beginning.

Compared with the previous emperor, even though the current emperor's methods are quite brutal, he is very clear about major issues. If nothing unexpected happens, he will surely lead Dazhao to a new peak.

After the imperial tutor left, the emperor was depressed for a while, but it also indirectly made him shed his original immature youthfulness and became more majestic and awe-inspiring. The glory of the emperor shines over the world.

With the court stable, the ministers naturally hoped that the emperor would open a harem as soon as possible and have children and give birth to an heir.

There was nothing wrong with observing mourning for the imperial teacher for three years, but now that the three-year period had passed, His Majesty had taken the initiative to bring people to the palace. Didn't this mean that they had an opportunity to take advantage of it? Naturally, they started arguing.

Wen Hemian figured out the key to this. She couldn't tell what she was feeling at the moment. She put down the teacup and said, "I'll go see His Majesty."

Lai Xixi smiled happily, as if waiting for this sentence: "I will lead the way for Master Wen?"

Wen Hemian waved his hand: "No need, I still know the way."

Xie Lang did not give her any ban, so no one stopped Wen Hemian from going wherever she wanted. She just put on a veil and went to the imperial study.

There was no one guarding the door.

As soon as she stepped in, she smelled a strange and familiar fragrance.