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

It only takes 21 days to develop a habit, but it takes much longer to break it.

Xie Lang was indeed deliberate and had invisibly touched upon the true meaning of science.

"Master Wen, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Lai Xi saw that Wen Hemian stopped talking after he finished expressing his doubts, and asked cautiously.

"Wait." Wen Hemian was not really stupid. She asked, "Has His Majesty really gone to bed? Eunuch Lai Xi, think about it before you answer."

It wasn't that Wen Hemian was threatening people on purpose. In the palace, one couldn't think in the conventional way.

Lai Xi took the initiative to say that it was not possible, so Wen Hemian could only put himself in his shoes, interrogate him, and then take the responsibility on himself afterwards.

"This... I really can't say it." Lai Xi looked very embarrassed, he stammered, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, just rest in the palace."

understood.

Wen Hemian stood up: "Then I'll go and see it myself."

Lai Xi felt relieved, and without even a symbolic attempt to stop her, he hurriedly followed her, aiming to let her win.

It’s not far, just around a few turns.

Wen Hemian met a second old acquaintance.

Huo Ping was guarding outside the door, and the gaze he gave him was quite complicated. How should I put it, seeing Lord Wen changing back into women's clothes was a little different from what he had imagined.

"Master Huo, are you going to stop me too?"

Wen Hemian asked.

Huo Ping was much braver than Lai Xi, and he stepped aside swiftly: "Please."

The guards on duty nearby also quickly followed the commander and made way.

Lai Xi didn't dare to follow any further when he got here. Wen Hemian walked forward smoothly and pushed open the door of the hall. After entering, he immediately closed it again. The light inside was not very bright, but one could still see clearly with a little effort.

A strong strange fragrance hit her face, stronger than the one Wen Hemian had smelled in the imperial study. She didn't hear any movement, suppressed the urge to cough, and walked inside quietly.

Soon, she saw a figure lying on the bed.

The other person seemed to be possessed. He didn't notice the noise outside just now. His breathing was also extremely heavy and came in waves, which was a bit frightening.

Under the flickering candlelight, Wen Hemian held his breath gently, not even daring to speak too loudly: "Xie Lang?"

I called out, but there was no response.

She had no choice but to continue moving closer to that place.

When I got closer, I finally saw clearly what situation Xie Lang was in.

His eyes were tightly closed, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he seemed to be mumbling something, but his voice was small and vague, and could not be heard clearly. He curled up his body like an insecure child, which brought Wen Hemian's memories back to the snowy day when they first met many years ago.

At that time, the thin and pitiful child was also curled up in the warm quilt, dreaming sweet dreams.

She pursed her lips, ignoring the strange atmosphere between the two of them for many days, and reached out to touch his forehead, while tentatively calling out: "Xie Lang, are you still awake?"

Her forehead was indeed feeling a little hot. Countless ways of dealing with the situation flashed through Wen Hemian's mind. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, she was suddenly grabbed by a huge force and pulled onto the bed.

Even though he was prepared in advance, he was unable to withstand the absolute force.

Wen Hemian leaned over and met a pair of bloodshot eyes.

The other party seemed to have difficulty recognizing her for a few breaths, and the look in his eyes was extremely painful, as if carrying some obscure emotions. After a while, he gasped: "Wen, He, Mian."

Being able to call out her name means there is still room for negotiation.

Wen Hemian's heart began to beat uncontrollably, but he could only try to respond patiently: "It's me, Your Majesty, are you okay? Do you need me to call the imperial physician to come and take a look?"

"don't want."

Xie Lang spoke each word slowly, as if he was experiencing some kind of pain. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his grip on the person became stronger and stronger, as if he was holding on to the last straw, and his whole body was shaking.

Wen Hemian felt pain for the first time in a long time, but she had no time to care about it at the moment. She was more concerned about Xie Lang's current situation.

This was what he wanted to hide from her.

"If you are so patient, why don't you just let it hurt to death?"

Wen Hemian felt a little disappointed with her and guessed that the incense was probably also a medicine. Xie Lang insisted on staying with her these days and cared about her feelings. Without the incense, her old illness would probably relapse.

She patted Xie Lang's shoulder with her free hand as if she was coaxing a child: "Let me go, I'll go find you a doctor."

"I don't need a doctor." Xie Lang's voice was very low and urgent. His eyes trembled slightly, and the corners of his eyes were red. He looked pitiful. He saved Wen Hemian unexpectedly. There was suppressed fear in his voice, "I only want you... only you, Han Shuang."

Wen Hemian had missed the best opportunity because she had not left just now. She was held in Xie Lang's arms. His chest was much stronger than when he was a teenager. Wen Hemian was aware of this when they first met again, and now she felt it more deeply than before.

But I have to say, this embrace is indeed warmer and safer than I imagined...

Suddenly realizing what she was thinking, Wen Hemian couldn't help but feel it was a bit absurd. Was she also infected by Xie Lang's neurosis?

Xie Lang was in a very strange state right now, so Wen Hemian continued to coax him patiently: "What's the use of me? Let go of me. I'll go find the imperial physician first. When you recover, we can talk slowly, okay?"

But she still ignored Xie Lang's madness. After she said this, not only was she not let go, but she was hugged even tighter.

"Not good, not good at all."

Something seemed to be ripping in his head. Xie Lang's voice was filled with grievance, and his consciousness seemed to be unclear. He kept accusing me: "You promised to host the crowning ceremony for me, you liar... Why did you leave that letter? Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Do you really dislike me that much?"

"Do you know how much I want to jump with you? It really hurts."

His breathing was broken and disordered, and along with the tears fell, there were also small and dense kisses imprinted on his neck, as if he was on the verge of death and had grasped the only salvation and would not let go. Wen Hemian only felt that the force was extremely strong, but the hand holding her was stained with coldness, as if the coldness emanated from the bones.

Although I knew that I would be punished later the moment I was caught, it was still a bit premature in this situation.

In the dim bedroom, heat and cold intertwined into two worlds. Wen Hemian realized that if the situation continued unchecked, something even more extreme might happen.

She explained: "It's not that I don't like you, it's just..."

Wen Hemian tried to recall his emotions at that time.

Reluctance, entanglement, or maybe more.

The friendship of companionship and support cannot be easily and directly transformed into another kind of emotion. She thinks that Xie Lang has only seen her too little and is too deeply attached to her, so he has misunderstood this feeling.

Xie Lang gave her the answer: "You just want to retreat. Is that right?"