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

What does it mean to be a tyrant for her?

Wen Hemian restrained his smile and became expressionless: "Forget it, I feel embarrassed."

After more than ten years of hard work, we are back to the time before liberation.

She didn't want to understand.

Seeing that she was serious, Xie Lang smiled gently and stopped asking the question.

However, thinking of the increasingly outrageous rumors in the capital, and the fact that they could not be clarified for the time being due to Wen Hemian's thoughts, Xie Lang felt depressed and gritted his teeth, wondering when he could make up for it.

Although the now crazy emperor was not as easy to get along with as before, Wen Hemian still quickly figured out his temper. When he glanced at his expression, he knew that he must have bad intentions and frowned subconsciously.

"Are you holding a grudge in your heart again? It's better to say it directly. It's scary to watch."

Xie Lang smiled innocently: "How is it possible? In Han Shuang's heart, am I such a petty person?"

Don't you know what's going on here, you little careless person?

Wen Hemian chuckled and withdrew his gaze calmly.

She glanced out the window and found that the crabapple trees were blooming exceptionally early this year. The white flowers trembled on the branches. The wind blew away one or two petals occasionally, making people feel peaceful.

Soon she remembered something she had forgotten.

"Your Majesty, if you don't let me leave the palace, I won't be able to prepare a birthday gift for you this year."

Wen Hemian knew that he was upset that no one attended his twentieth birthday party and had wanted to make up for it, but now that he refused to let her go, she was in a difficult situation.

The prince's mansion is his own family business after all. In the palace, he eats and uses Xie Lang's food and things. If he just randomly buys a gift and gives it to him, it would seem not so sincere.

Xie Lang paused while writing, then smiled nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, I don't mind if you prepare even a flower or a tree."

Xie Lang could still tell which was more important, the birthday gift or the person.

The three years of separation were still vivid in his mind, and he was still frightened. He was unwilling to let the person disappear before his eyes, simply because he was afraid of repeating the nightmare scene.

Only by holding on tightly can you feel at ease.

Wen Hemian was silent for a moment: "If you say so, I won't prepare it?"

Preparing some flowers and plants as birthday gifts seems a bit perfunctory.

"How can you calculate it like that?"

Xie Lang, who had looked completely indifferent a second ago, couldn't help but put down his pen and looked over seriously: "Are you willing to do it?"

Wen Hemian clenched his fingertips, but he was actually reluctant to do so.

She simply said it another way: "How about this, you put forward a condition, and I will agree to whatever I can do."

Wen Hemian had made a mistake in her promise before, so she said this after careful consideration and clearly limited the conditions to what she could do - as for whether she could do it or not, it was not up to her.

Xie Lang naturally saw the pitfall, but he said nothing about it and just thought about what he wanted.

After a while, he smiled mysteriously: "Hanshuang can definitely do this."

Wen Hemian tilted his head: "You say."

She was a little curious about what it was.

The emperor said seriously: "Call me by my given name. I have never heard you call me by my given name before."

Xie Lang had previously begged her to choose a name for him, and also hoped that she would preside over his coming-of-age ceremony. The former came true, but the latter did not. He didn't even get to hear her call him by his name.

Countless times in the middle of the night, I woke up hoping that the figure in my dream would turn around and call his name, or just touch his head, carefully and humbly.

It used to be a hope, but now it has almost become a knot in my heart.

"Words..." Wen Hemian thought of several scenarios, but he never expected that he would say this in the end.

Wen Hemian certainly remembered clearly the words that he had painstakingly come up with after months of pondering and flipping through many books.

She also knew that in the end Xie Lang still used the character she had chosen for him. When Lai Xi mentioned this in a private chat, he even tried to secretly find out her attitude, which was really laughable.

But there is no doubt that Wen Hemian is happy.

"Can't you?"

Seeing that she remained silent, Xie Lang's bright eyes dimmed visibly. He pulled the corner of his lip and said in a low voice: "Then change to something else..."

"I didn't say no."

Wen Hemian quickly spoke up to stop his wandering thoughts, his eyes were gentle and calm, and his voice was slow: "I just thought of something."

Since returning, Wen Hemian was very clear that Xie Lang was eager to change the relationship between them. He often taught her calligraphy, probably because he wanted to bridge that gap.

The result was ideal. He successfully made Wen Hemian accustomed to this name and almost achieved the result he wanted.

Rather than saying that he was looking forward to that title, it would be more accurate to say that he actually hoped to be able to have an equal dialogue with Wen Hemian, rather than having him treated as a student, a naive child who would never grow up.

If this happened when they first met, Wen Hemian might have some concerns, but now...

"Don't let your imagination run wild." Wen Hemian smiled, and that moment was incredibly beautiful. "...Huaichuan."

She had underestimated the influence of this title on Xie Lang. As soon as she finished speaking, the emperor, who had come to his senses, hugged her tightly.

The force was so strong that it seemed to embed the person into his bones.

"I, you... just now, I didn't hear anything, right?"

The warm and messy voice sprayed on her ears, witnessing Xie Lang's confusion and panic. He was so old, but he rubbed against her shoulders like a clingy puppy, and his voice was a little erratic: "I am not dreaming, am I?"

"Scream again?"

He tried to coax Wen Hemian, his voice low and soft, not like a command, but more like acting coquettishly.

"Call me again? Hanshuang, I want to hear it again."

Wen Hemian: “…”

The original feeling of being touched disappeared without a trace in an instant. Thinking that Xie Lang was worried about gains and losses partly because of her, Wen Hemian pondered for a moment, raised his hand and patted him on the back.

"Xie Huaichuan, do you want to strangle me?"

I used to eat the same thing as her, so how come I've grown so much strength? Wen Hemian felt a little unhappy about this physiological difference.

"No no."

Xie Lang loosened his grip a little in panic again, but he just loosened it and did not let go completely.

His body temperature was also higher than Wen Hemian's, like a ball of blazing fire. He could easily feel the temperature transmitted through contact. Wen Hemian noticed a hand touching his waist restlessly. He frowned slightly and grabbed it mercilessly.

"hiss."

Xie Lang took a breath and pulled his hand back.

He relied on his great strength to get more and more advantages, but Wen Hemian was not weak either, and he could still make people feel pain by using his cleverness.

"Deserved it."

Wen Hemian said this while glancing at Xie Lang from the corner of his eye. After confirming that Xie Lang was thick-skinned and not injured, he snorted coldly, "I didn't let you learn martial arts like this."