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

Xie Lang had a sweet dream.

In the dream, there were no bullying eunuchs or palace maids, nor cold meals, but only a warm house and soft bedding... ?

He buried his face in the pillow and slowly came to his senses, only then did he realize that he was not dreaming.

However, he was the only one on the huge bed. Xie Lang sat up in doubt, looked around coldly, then got out of bed and walked to the door.

I could vaguely hear someone talking outside.

"…The spleen in the body is blocked, dampness is retained, and coupled with years of improper diet, there is a deficiency of qi and blood. It needs to be taken care of…"

Xie Lang didn't make any noise. He stood behind the door and listened to the man finish speaking. Then, suddenly, the door in front of him was pushed open from the outside.

"Eavesdropping?"

Wen Hemian frowned when he saw the child standing barefoot on the ground. "Why don't you put on your shoes? It's not something shameful. If you ask, I will tell you the truth."

Perhaps because the child was weak yesterday, he briefly showed his soft side, but after a nap, he became defensive again, which was really distressing.

Xie Lang blinked and looked at her: "Why are you so nice to me?"

When gossiping in the palace, Xie Lang heard people talking about Wen Hemian. Compared with the Prince of Huailing, everyone focused more on her status as the top scholar.

At the age of sixteen, he is the youngest number one scholar since the founding of Da Zhao. Are you so willing to stay by his side?

Xie Lang had just been brought out of the cold palace not long ago, and he had no feelings for Emperor Shun. He also did not trust the tutor who was assigned to him.

"Because I am your Majesty's tutor." Wen Hemian said with a smile, "Does your Majesty think that I want to control the government through your Majesty and become a powerful official?"

The doubts in his heart were pointed out in one sentence, and Xie Lang's eyes widened.

After all, he is still young and can’t hide things.

Wen Hemian rubbed his head with a smile and said, "Then your majesty can rest assured. I have no interest in being a powerful official."

When the world line stabilizes, Wen Hemian hopes to retire early.

She is in good health now, and there is no place she cannot go.

Besides, she was a woman dressed as a man. Although she had a systematic cover-up so she wasn't worried about being exposed in front of others, she couldn't show her real gender. It always felt weird.

"Could you please stop touching my head?"

Xie Lang was extremely depressed. He couldn't understand how the weak person in front of him could have such strong hands. His small body had no room for resistance at all.

Lose your face!

Wen Hemian responded and pulled him inside, saying, "I am your Majesty's tutor after all. Can your Majesty give me some face and call me tutor?"

You come and go all day long and have no respect for your teachers at all.

After he finished speaking, Xie Lang pursed his lips and refused to say anything. Wen Hemian shook his head helplessly, but did not rush to force him.

When Xie Lang fell asleep, Wen Hemian asked a doctor to check on him. She had talked to the doctor outside the door before. The boy's health was much worse than she had imagined. He could easily develop a chronic illness if he was not careful. She even had reason to suspect that Xie Lang's bad temper in the original book was related to this.

But the system seemed to be playing dead, and it didn't answer Wen Hemian's questions, so he had to give up.

Watching Xie Lang put on his shoes, the medicine that had been prepared in advance was delivered. It was a big bowl of black medicine that looked almost as big as the kid's face.

Xie Lang's face suddenly showed an expression as if he was facing a great enemy: "Can I not drink it?"

It is particularly lively at this time.

Wen Hemian smiled softly and shook his head cruelly: "No, Your Majesty, good medicine tastes bitter, you are not afraid of taking it, right?"

Facts have proved that no matter how young a child is, he cannot stand being provoked. Xie Lang secretly glanced at her, then gritted his teeth, held the bowl and started to pour the medicine into her mouth with a fearless attitude.

By the time he finished the last sip, his little face had become wrinkled like a bitter gourd.

"I'm not...ah!" Not afraid.

Before he could finish his words, someone stuffed something into his mouth.

Xie Lang took a bite and it tasted sweet.

Wen Hemian calmly withdrew his hand and looked at him with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

"This is a reward for good children."

Seeing Xie Lang's expression when he drank the medicine, Wen Hemian had no doubt that he was already holding a grudge in his heart. Fortunately, she had prepared candied fruits in advance, so she could take his medicine every time she stuffed it in her mouth.

Xie Lang chewed it twice with a straight face. It was obvious that he liked it. He spoke with a rare lack of confidence: "...Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Although the child grew up in the cold palace, he could still distinguish right from wrong. Wen Hemian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Majesty must drink this medicine every day from now on. I will bring more candied fruits in later. You can eat one when it is bitter."

Xie Lang glanced at the bowl gloomily: "Oh."

Wen Hemian covered his lips to hide his smile.

Then she said in a serious tone, "I heard that Your Majesty has never been to a proper school before. If that is the case, as your tutor, I have the responsibility to teach you... Have you rested well?"

Xie Lang tilted his head: “?”

"Now that you have rested, let's go study."

Wen Hemian dropped a cold message.

The princes in the palace would go to school when they reached a certain age, but Xie Lang was born in the cold palace after all, and he had been neglected in the past. He couldn't even enter the school. No matter how cold the winter was, he could only lie outside the window and secretly eavesdrop on what was said. How much could he learn in such a harsh environment?

Later, when he became the crown prince, Emperor Shun did not appoint a teacher for him, which made the process of seizing power extremely difficult for him. It was almost a road fought with blood, and he was biting with the ferocity of a wolf.

Those who hold great power will surely pay with blood.

"You really want to teach me?"

Xie Lang was still suspicious.

Then Wen Hemian knocked on his head: "Do you want to learn?"

From the fact that Xie Lang insisted on attending classes outside the school despite being looked down upon, it was clear that he was a studious child. So, as expected, although he had a look of resentment on his face, he still nodded obediently: "Study."

Wen Hemian nodded with satisfaction.

She didn't know what Xie Lang's background was like, so she asked him some questions first: "Can you write?"

Xie Lang: “Yes.”

"Very good." Wen Hemian took out the things he had prepared in advance, placed them in front of him, and spoke under the child's curious gaze, "Then copy these state policies first, then read and recite them, and ask me if you don't understand."

Xie Lang is undoubtedly smart as he has been able to grow up through hard work. Wen Hemian is not going to restrict his development. At most he will give him shelter and guidance.

Even a wise ruler cannot be without tact.

Facing Wen Hemian's serious and expectant gaze, Xie Lang hesitated for a moment, and finally began to believe that this young tutor really wanted to teach him well and assist him.

But after facing countless malice, Xie Lang felt a little at a loss when faced with kindness.

He picked up the papers in a panic and whispered, "Yeah."

Wen Hemian was always paying attention to Xie Lang's emotions. After noticing the child's animal-like behavior, he laughed from the bottom of his heart.

He is just a cute child. How could he become a tyrant if you treat him with care?