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

After saying this, Wen Hemian realized belatedly that he had been a bit childish.

It's easy to imagine what Ye Zhaoxuan originally wanted to do. He meant well but ended up with a nasty result. Why should I bother with him?

She coughed lightly and said seriously: "Don't rush for now, I'll see if I can catch some fish."

Xie Lang was a little unwilling and resentful: "It's my reputation that's being harmed."

He is not the kind of person who is easily fickle. He would not kidnap an innocent girl and lock her up in the palace just because he missed his old friend. This kind of plot would only appear in storybooks and would never happen to him.

Wen Hemian raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was surprised: "Your Majesty still cares about reputation?"

It would be fine if he just coveted his teacher, but didn't he create the title of tyrant himself?

Xie Lang: "..."

Xie Lang turned off the engine.

The corners of my eyes droop, and I feel a little lost.

After being manipulated many times, Wen Hemian was very happy to finally regain some initiative: "Although this rumor is a bit strange, if we give them some psychological preparation in advance, they will be able to accept it when the time comes."

Wen Hemian felt a little emotional.

She didn't expect that after returning to the capital three years later, there were still so many people missing her.

It can be considered that my original intention was not wasted.

There are still many good people in the world.

Xie Lang was unhappy about this arrangement. It was rare to see him looking frustrated. Wen Hemian did not rush to comfort him, but asked, "The Longevity Festival is coming soon. How is the situation with the prince?"

Xie Lang said calmly: "It's not far from the capital, and we expect to arrive in another day."

"That's pretty fast." Wen Hemian sighed casually, "It seems like they are quite interested in Your Majesty."

I'm afraid he has wolfish ambitions.

Xie Lang knew that Wen Hemian knew this, but he didn't say it out loud.

They had been getting along pretty well these days. Seeing that his attitude had softened, Wen Hemian once again tentatively asked, "Can you let me go back to the palace to take a look?"

In order not to expose his whereabouts, he had very little time to communicate with the people in the palace throughout the year. Wen Hemian really wanted to go back and take a look.

But she didn't have the chance. Not to mention the embarrassing experience of being caught just after returning to Beijing, she was worried that Xie Lang would lose control of his emotions, so she didn't mention it again.

It's calmed down a bit now, so it should be... okay, right?

"No."

Xie Lang refused decisively.

?

Wen Hemian was puzzled: "Your Majesty, what evil taste do you have? Even if you let me go back to the palace, I can't leave the capital now."

It was fine when he was not discovered, but from the moment he was discovered, Wen Hemian was destined to never leave the capital. The capital was filled with imperial guards, and it was difficult for him to escape even if he had wings.

“It’s not a bad taste.”

Xie Lang smiled with an ambiguous meaning, put his hand on her shoulder, squeezed it gently, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Hanshuang, don't try to reason with a lunatic."

His Majesty the Emperor is so rude when he says he is a madman.

Wen Hemian wanted to say something, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he noticed his expectant expression, and immediately lost his idle thoughts and smiled indifferently: "You really know yourself well."

Xie Lang was very thick-skinned and made it clear that he didn't care what Wen Hemian said to him or what he thought about him. If Wen Hemian could care about him a little bit because of this, he might even be very happy.

"I lost you for three years, you have to make it up to me."

Xie Lang said this with confidence.

Wen Hemian felt numb for a moment: "Haven't I seen you for three years?"

Xie Lang refused to communicate.

"Forget it, if I don't want to leave the palace, I'll just write them a letter. Is that okay?"

Wen Hemian retreated to the next best option.

In general, most of Xie Lang's current uneasiness comes from the three years of separation, and the headache also comes from that. Wen Hemian doesn't know how much torture he has suffered, but he wants to make up for it.

Qingyun probably knew some inside information about the troublesome things in the palace. If she heard this rumor, she didn't know what to think. Wen Hemian asked her to calm down.

Xie Lang nodded this time, and he took the initiative to suggest: "Let Huo Ping deliver it, it will be more convincing."

Wen Hemian was helpless: "I'm afraid it will scare them."

Xie Lang shook his head: "I've been there many times, they are used to it."

Wen Hemian: "...How many times have you been there?"

"I don't remember." Xie Lang really thought about it carefully, and said, "I'll go when I'm free."

No wonder Liu Qiongyue hinted at Wen Hemian not to return to Beijing. Judging from Xie Lang's subtle attitude and attentive behavior, many people probably guessed the clue.

But even if they knew that His Majesty the Emperor had such immoral thoughts, since Wen Hemian was not around, naturally no one would dare to speak out without tact. The saying that debts are forgiven when a person dies always applies.

But knowing it and seeing it with your own eyes are different.

Why are there so many things going on every day? Wen Hemian began to think seriously about it.

"Hanshuang, try on new clothes?"

Xie Lang probably knew what Wen Hemian was thinking, but he didn't expose her and naturally changed the subject.

Without concubines in the palace, it was empty everywhere. Even the palace servants had to cut a lot of clothes. The Clothing Bureau was not very busy at ordinary times. It was only since Wen Hemian came back that it started to operate at a rapid pace and made a lot of new clothes.

There is only one new favorite in the harem, so there is no need to consider her. The palace people all know how to treat her with the utmost care.

As a result, Wen Hemian's originally empty wardrobe suddenly expanded and was almost unable to fit all the space.

Wen Hemian was speechless: "Why do you need to make so many clothes? I can't change them all in one day."

Xie Lang: "I will make up for the three years' work for the Grand Tutor. Besides, if I don't dress better during the birthday celebration, who knows what the ministers will complain about."

After all, Wen Hemian has been away for three years. She has a reputation, but her foundation is not as solid as before. Whether she returns to the court in the future or not, she must give the emperor's attention so that others will not look down on her.

Xie Lang showed an expectant expression again, and Wen Hemian's heart choked: "...Let's give it a try."

I don't know who it was tried for.

Thinking back to the time when I was obsessed with dressing up little Xie Lang, it can be considered a reward for one’s actions.

The newly delivered clothes were red, with layers upon layers, and looked very complicated. In fact, it felt the same when worn. Wen Hemian regained the feeling of wearing a dress after a long time. Fortunately, the weather was not hot yet, so the clothes were just right.

She didn't like taking care of such complicated clothes, but they fit her very well. The bright and atmospheric colors didn't look tacky at all. It was a completely different feeling from wearing official uniforms.

Wen Hemian is fundamentally different from other ministers. This is a fact that was destined from the beginning, it was like this before and it will be even more so in the future.

Xie Lang stared at the person who walked out from behind the screen.

Wen Hemian is a low-key person and has never liked wearing brightly colored clothes. The official uniform of a first-rank official of Dazhao is red. Xie Lang couldn't help but take a few more glances at her when she wore an official uniform on ordinary days, let alone this kind of clothes that were specially tailored for her.

Not only did she look very healthy, but the ribbon around her waist also showed off her slender waist. Her skin was as white as snow. When she looked up, her eyebrows were cold and her temperament was as elegant as orchid.

Once you see it, you won’t want to look away.