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

The skinny little boy has grown into the graceful young man he is today. Even with Wen Hemian's efforts to correct and guide him, some of his personality traits still remain, such as stubbornness. Normally, he is easy to talk to, but at this time, he refuses to give in.

Xie Lang stared at Wen Hemian and repeated in a low voice: "As long as the Master is with me alone."

He never acted like a king in front of Wen Hemian, but usually when he called himself that, it meant he was really serious.

Wen Hemian felt a little tricky, but thinking of his plan, he spoke softly, "Okay, Alang, this doesn't conflict with me spending your birthday with you. At worst, I can just ask them to go back early. Besides, don't you really want to use your birthday to intimidate Ning Hechu?"

Up to now, both sides are still fighting secretly, and there are not many opportunities for them to confront each other openly, mainly because it is not easy to tear each other apart.

Over the years, Ning Hechu has always had a foundation in the court. If he wants to take power completely and establish prestige, he must first kill his arrogance.

To be honest, Xie Lang really didn't want to cause any trouble at this time, but when he met Wen Hemian's eyes that showed he was seriously considering him, he couldn't help but remain silent.

Of course he knew that the tutor was genuinely thinking about him, but no matter how he thought about it, he still felt a little unwilling.

Sensing the resentment coming from the young man, Wen Hemian was amused. She curled her eyes and added a condition: "How about this, for wasting time, I'll make a promise to His Majesty, okay? You don't have to use it right away, you can save it for later."

Facts have proved that big promises are always useful, especially for the boy who is always obedient and clingy. Wen Hemian saw his eyes change several times, and finally he slowly suppressed his struggle and said reluctantly: "...Okay."

"Then it's settled."

Wen Hemian made the final decision to prevent him from changing his mind.

Xie Lang didn't regret it, but he regretted bringing it up. However, since he had already agreed, he had to discuss the next steps: "What are you going to do, Master?"

Wen Hemian shook his head: "I don't have to do anything. It all depends on you. You are the emperor, and the birthday party is your home ground. If he really wants to do something, we can just deal with it."

The main purpose is to let outsiders see that Xie Lang is already capable of competing with Ning Hechu.

Xie Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of arrogance and composure: "Then it's easy. I hope he can keep his composure."

The two smiled at each other, their tacit understanding evident without words.

After finishing the business, Wen Hemian took out the cakes he had prepared in advance from the food box. He had originally intended for Xie Lang to take them back to the palace, but now it would be nice to have them as a snack while enjoying the peach blossoms.

Wen Hemian picked up a piece of cake, handed it to Xie Lang, and motioned for him to take it.

"Try it, the pastry has flower petals added to it, it tastes good."

Xie Lang often went to the palace. Over time, in order to cater to his taste, the palace specially hired a new chef who studied pastries and gave the two of them some small surprises from time to time.

Wen Hemian was calm. Xie Lang glanced at her hand holding the pastry. It was pure white, like a piece of fine jade. When he was a child, he always felt that it was extremely gentle on him. But now, looking at it again, he found that the Master's hand was even smaller than his.

"Alang, what are you thinking about?"

Wen Hemian held the pastry for a long time without him taking it, her wrist was sore. Seeing that he seemed to be in a daze, she was about to take her hand back, but unexpectedly the boy leaned over and snatched the pastry from her.

"…Thinking about Master."

Xie Lang chewed the pastry in three or two bites and swallowed it. He almost choked. He quickly picked up the teacup and sipped the water. What he said was very straightforward, and there was a smile between his eyebrows: "I am taller than the master, so I can protect him in the future."

He raised his chin a little proudly, his eyes were clear and sincere, and he was very happy about this matter.

Wen Hemian withdrew his hand a little uncomfortably, thinking back to the scene just now, he always felt weird: "Why are you still thinking about this?"

Xie Lang said sternly, "Grandmaster taught me that I must keep my word."

Wen Hemian: “…”

It does seem to have been taught.

But who would have thought that he could remember it for so many years.

This was a topic that had no point in being debated. Wen Hemian nodded, and the strange feeling in her heart was quickly ignored.

Not long after, the carriage shakily stopped in the suburbs.

I lifted the car curtain and saw that the whole mountain was covered with peach blossoms, as pink as clouds. It had rained last night, and water droplets were hanging on the branches and leaves, which was a pleasing sight.

Xie Lang said: "It's blooming better than last year."

Wen Hemian looked at him in surprise: "Have you been here?"

"I happened to pass by this place when I was on my way to Feihong Camp, so I wrote it down." Xie Lang said, "This mountain is not very high, and there is a temple halfway up the mountain. Do you want to go up and take a look, Master?"

Xie Lang did not hide the existence of Feihong Camp from Wen Hemian. In fact, he could not hide it. These were people he had trained himself. According to the progress of the original book, they would have to wait until the later stage. But now it is different. He can train them early.

Wen Hemian only knew about it but had never seen it with his own eyes.

"Let's go take a look." She looked up at the mountain and said with a smile, "It's boring to just look at the peach blossoms. We should walk more when we go out for a spring outing."

They walked in front, and the secret guards followed quietly behind, not wanting to disturb the interest of the two masters.

When there were no outsiders around, Xie Lang was particularly talkative. He was a little curious: "Master, did you feel lonely when you lived in the temple before?"

Xie Lang thought about when he lived in the cold palace. Everything around him was empty, and there wasn't even a candle at night. It was okay in the summer, but when the winter wind blew, it was like the howling of ghosts and wolves. He stayed alone in the room, and had to be on guard all the time, so he didn't have time to think about anything else.

It was no secret that Wen Hemian was raised in a temple when he was a child. He had seen the concubines howling in agony when they were sent to the temples, and guessed that they would not have a good life there.

"That won't happen."

Wen Hemian thought about it carefully. Apart from being weak and seeming to be dazed, her original body basically had no memory. However, her memory after she came here was clear.

"My father and his family left people to protect me. Although the temple is a bit remote, I have teachers to teach me and secret guards to protect me and teach me martial arts. To be honest, I am actually living a pretty good life."

Wen Hemian likes a peaceful life, and his tone is full of smiles when he talks about it.

Xie Lang knew that he shouldn't have done that, but he still felt a little bitter in his heart. He suddenly asked, "Will the Grand Tutor regret entering the court?"

If she had not entered the court, under the protection of Prince Huailing, she should have been able to live a peaceful life, and would not have to be on guard against attacks from all directions like she does now.

"What are you thinking, Your Majesty? I chose this path myself, and I will definitely not regret it."

Wen Hemian knew that he was thinking the wrong thing, so he softened his tone and said, "Besides, if I hadn't entered the court, how could I have met such a lovely little Majesty?"

Xie Lang was caught off guard by the compliment and was stunned for a moment. Facing Wen Hemian's soft and bright gaze, the tips of his ears slowly, slowly turned red.

He turned his head away hastily: "...Yeah."