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

Wen Hemian had lived for two lifetimes and had never thought about having a relationship, nor had he ever thought that one day he would be faced with such a sincere and passionate love.

Xie Lang was too much. His moves were often sudden and unexpected. If Wen Hemian relaxed for a moment, he would take advantage of him.

If there is anything excessive, it is certainly not as excessive as a forced kiss, but they are not in that kind of relationship at all now, how can he remain so calm and composed!

Wen Hemian really couldn't understand it.

After Xie Lang's action, her eyes suddenly widened, her ears suddenly burned, and she subconsciously pulled her hand out, with a bit of annoyance in her voice: "Xie Lang, is this the gentleman's etiquette you learned?"

"Gentleman?" Xie Lang said calmly, "I am not a gentleman, why should I observe gentlemanly etiquette?"

It's true that Wen Hemian is soft-hearted and does not respond to tough measures, but it is this lukewarm attitude that makes people more confused. Being too gentle makes people feel less of a sense of crisis.

Xie Lang had never intended to be a gentleman from the beginning.

Wen Hemian was speechless for a while: "You are just making up stories."

"Master." Xie Lang's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were darker. "I've said it before, I'm not a child anymore, and you don't have to treat me like one. If you stay in the palace now, you must be prepared to be coveted by me."

These words were spoken openly and honestly.

Wen Hemian's breathing stopped for a moment when he heard this, and he looked at Xie Lang as if he was looking at a stranger.

She suddenly realized that she really didn't understand Xie Lang, at least not at this point.

She asked sincerely: "Can you let me leave the palace?"

Xie Lang cruelly refused: "No. Did Han Shuang forget what we said yesterday?"

Wen Hemian didn't forget. She closed her eyes and didn't want to continue communicating with this little bastard.

"Go back to your seat. If you do this again next time, I don't mind taking action."

The blush on his ears faded away, and Wen Hemian regained some of his composure.

He was so used to speaking and doing things reasonably that he almost forgot that he actually knew a few martial arts skills. Although he was not sure that he could defeat Xie Lang, it was no problem for him to make him suffer a little.

You've been pushing your luck for so long, maybe you don't even know your own last name?

Wen Hemian took a deep breath and glared at him coldly: "Are you the emperor or am I the emperor? You should kneel down when I say kneel. Do you want to show some dignity?"

The meaning of hierarchy in this action has been infinitely weakened in modern times, but this is not the modern world, but the ancient world in the book. Fortunately, there are no outsiders at the moment, otherwise I don’t know how scared I would be.

Wen Hemian watched this proud child grow up and knew his character very well. He was just trying to please his heart.

"I don't care." Xie Lang smiled slowly, his voice low, "In fact, sometimes, I would rather you not be so sober and calm."

If she was a little confused, he would take advantage of her, but Wen Hemian was not like that.

She was in a position where she could absolutely control Xie Lang, and she was thinking soberly and calmly about the precarious relationship between the two.

Before Wen Hemian could say the next word, Xie Lang stood up and said, "I'm going back."

This sentence just echoed what Wen Hemian said before, but when he said it, there was no insult in it, but instead it carried a vague meaning that was hard to explain.

Wen Hemian: “…”

I still underestimated Xie Lang's madness.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly afterwards.

Wen Hemian read quietly, ignoring the emperor's revealing look, and spent the afternoon peacefully.

Lai Xi would occasionally come in to bring some tea and snacks, feeling very happy and feeling how good things were now.

Lord Wen is back, and His Majesty is no longer as lifeless as he was in previous years. Everyone is happy.

I just don't know when these two people will be able to get married. It would be even better if we could add a young master to the palace then.

Lai Xi was secretly planning and had already begun to fantasize about a bright future.

Even if the two parties have not reached that point yet.

A few days passed peacefully.

She didn't know if the warning had worked, but Xie Lang was quite well behaved over the next few days. Except for the lustful looks he gave her from time to time, he hardly ever did anything to her.

It's just that curling up on the little couch every night does look a bit aggrieved.

Wen Hemian restrained his soft-heartedness and pretended not to see Xie Langqi'ai's eyes.

By inertia, if she agreed once, it would become her tacit agreement in the future.

Talking from experience should never set a precedent!

What she didn't know was that when everything seemed peaceful in the palace, Lu Zishen fell into silence after receiving the approved memorial.

Seeing his serious expression, the servants asked timidly, "Master Lu, is there anything wrong? Tell us and we will correct it."

His Majesty today hates aristocratic families and values ​​officials who have no background at all.

Among these officials, Lu Zishen was undoubtedly the one who had done the best - not only did he hold the position of Second Assistant Minister, he was also a good friend of the deceased imperial tutor.

"No." Lu Zishen frowned and stood up. "You guys continue. I'm going to go out for a while."

The officials hurriedly responded.

Not only did Lu Zishen walk by himself, he also held the memorial in his hand.

He found Ye Zhaoxuan.

Ye Zhaoxuan was also an important official, holding many positions and was very busy. Seeing him coming to his house, he was a little surprised: "What a rare guest."

Lu Zishen waved his hand and showed him the memorial in his hand: "Look, this is the approval of His Majesty."

Ye Zhaoxuan read it over and over again: "No problem."

Lu Zishen asked: "Don't you think that this handwriting doesn't look like your Majesty's, but... like Lord Wen's?"

"You're overthinking..." Having said that, Ye Zhaoxuan read it again with a critical mindset. He indeed felt that the handwriting of His Majesty was different from before. His teeth trembled a little, "But Lord Wen, you and I both know."

Lu Zishen said, "He just fell off a cliff, and we don't know whether he is alive or dead. Besides, no one can say that Lord Wen is gone. What if it is God's blessing?"

"But since she's back, why doesn't she show up in front of everyone?" Ye Zhaoxuan couldn't figure it out.

Lu Zishen looked at him leisurely and pointed at him: "Do you know that there is a new master in the palace?"

Ye Zhaoxuan nodded: "Of course, everyone knows it. You don't mean to say..."

His eyes suddenly became terrifying.

Lu Zishen nodded solemnly: "When Lord Wen disappeared, His Majesty was sad for a long time, and the harem was empty for three years. Now that the three-year period has just passed, he immediately brought someone back. If it is not a coincidence, then it may be just as you and I guessed."

"But words are not enough." Ye Zhaoxuan was visibly anxious. He calmed down and said, "It seems that we have to find a way to meet the master."

Lu Zishen smiled: "In a month or so, it will be His Majesty's birthday. We will see if there will be a banquet. Be careful and don't bring bad luck."

As they were all serving in the imperial court, Ye Zhaoxuan knew the priorities: "Yes, there is no rush."

As long as people don't run away, they have a chance to confirm.