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

First of all, I would like to state that Wen Hemian is a liberal arts student.

But due to physical limitations, she couldn't run and jump outside like other children since she was young. So when she had free time, she could only read books by herself, all kinds of books, including some science books.

Although he didn't do much in-depth research, Wen Hemian had a general impression in his mind. The telescope, or telescope, he gave to Xie Lang this time was made after many experiments.

Due to limited conditions, we couldn't make a telescope that could see very far like the modern ones, but even so, it was quite novel.

At least it was enough to fool the Emperor who was already a little drunk.

Xie Lang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked up the strange gadget and looked at it: "Telescope?"

Wen Hemian patiently explained to him: "Pick it up and put it in front of your eyes to see. It's just called a telescope, but it can't see a thousand miles away. But if you continue to polish it in the future, maybe you will have a chance to do it."

The world in the book is different from the real world where Wen Hemian lives. Many things that she thought should appear did not actually appear. Otherwise, the birthday gift for Xie Lang alone would be enough to give her a headache.

The emperor ruled the world, and even during those years when he was forced to pretend to be a puppet, Ning Hechu did not dare to treat him too harshly in public. He had seen everything he should have seen.

Xie Lang was particularly obedient at this time. He put the telescope in front of his eyes. Through the small opening, he suddenly saw the scene in front of him become clear, and the flowers and plants in the distance could all be seen clearly.

His thoughts blurred by alcohol were pulled back at this moment, and Xie Lang subconsciously said: "If it can be used in the army..."

Wen Hemian guessed his idea and smiled: "I have this plan, but the telescope is difficult to make, so it will take some time."

Just talking about the lenses inside, it is difficult to achieve precise polishing with current technology.

What was given to Xie Lang was the first qualified finished product.

Even if it is produced in the future, Wen Hemian will not sell it. After all, this thing is similar to military supplies in ancient times. If it accidentally falls into the hands of the enemy, it will not be good news.

"Master, you are amazing." Xie Lang put down the telescope and couldn't let go of this new gadget. He moved closer to Wen Hemian like a large dog who didn't know his own size. "...I like it very much."

"As long as you like it." Wen Hemian said, narrowed his eyes, and instantly changed his expression to a cold one, "Are you sober?"

This is the good thing about being familiar with each other. If there is any change in Xie Lang, Wen Hemian can catch it immediately.

Being caught off guard by the revenge, Xie Lang quickly lowered his eyebrows and admitted his mistake: "Master, I was wrong."

"Ah."

Wen Hemian sneered, stared at the big one in front of him, thought for a while, and then said: "Your Majesty, I am not stopping you from drinking, but everything should be done in moderation. In that kind of occasion, if you get drunk, have you considered the consequences?"

Xie Lang's alcohol tolerance is neither good nor bad. He is well-behaved when drunk and does not go crazy. This was all shown by Wen Hemian through experiments. The key is that alcohol will affect his thinking speed.

Ning Hechu didn't make trouble today. If something went wrong, Xie Lang would easily suffer!

Xie Lang was in the wrong first, so he did not refute and obediently accepted Wen Hemian's reprimand: "Sorry, Master, I was just a little too excited."

Wen Hemian was puzzled: "What is there to make Your Majesty so excited?"

Xie Lang was startled.

The drunkenness slowly dissipated, and he thought of the scene he saw when he was sitting there, the dazzling red clothes, and the indifferent smile on the Master's face as he looked at people, revealing an inadvertent sense of superiority...

and many more.

Xie Lang suddenly came to his senses. Why did he suddenly think of these things?

"Hmm? Can't you tell me?"

Wen Hemian seemed to have come up with another answer from Xie Lang's long silence. She raised her eyebrows, thinking that today was his birthday, and slowly let go of the thought of blaming him: "Forget it, I can't just forget about it, but Your Majesty, remember to be more careful next time."

Wen Hemian thought that she couldn't always be by Xie Lang's side to remind him, and she didn't know when the system would come to take her away, so she made all the preparations that needed to be made in advance.

So as not to leave in a hurry.

Wen Hemian glanced at Xie Lang and sighed. After all, he was still worried.

"Yeah." Xie Lang nodded. He was sensitive to Wen Hemian's emotional changes and whispered, "Master, don't be angry. I will never do it again."

Wen Hemian smiled, raised his hand and patted the emperor's head, saying in a gentle tone, "I'm not angry. Go through the wind and go back when you're awake."

Xie Lang subconsciously wanted to rub her hand, but ended up hitting nothing. Before the disappointment in his heart could spread, he was coaxed into submission and responded softly.

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Ning Hechu was unexpectedly quiet throughout the entire palace banquet.

Sitting in a corner with his followers, he not only did not show any anger, but also presented Xie Lang with a painting, which depicted a cicada, a mantis and a sparrow in vivid postures, with inscriptions by famous artists.

Wen Hemian glanced at him and sneered, "You are provoking me right in front of you."

Xie Lang's eyes were cold and gloomy: "Then let him see who is the hunter."

"I'm just worried that he will do something to the Master."

If a minister kills his king, it would be treason and he would not be able to stand in the court. In comparison, Ning Hechu might take action against Wen Hemian first.

Without Wen Hemian's protection, Xie Lang would not have been able to strengthen himself so smoothly. Getting rid of Wen Hemian would be tantamount to cutting off his left and right arms. Any smart person would know what to choose.

"Then come on." A cold look flashed across Wen Hemian's eyes, and his voice was calm and firm, "Let's see how the people in the palace kill him back."

Wen Hemian always looks like a sickly girl in the eyes of others, but that doesn't mean she is really weak and can be bullied. Not to mention that she knows martial arts, the people around her are all top-notch experts.

When facing the enemy, only by hurting him can we make him remember his lesson.

Xie Lang stared at her, a smile flashing across his eyes: "I am overthinking. Master Taifu is never afraid of anyone."

Wen Hemian: “Yeah.”

After saying that, she was about to stand up, but the young man, who had expected this, suddenly grabbed her sleeve and said, "Master, please stay tonight and have a conversation with me by candlelight."

It sounds nice, but it's just an excuse to keep you.

Just as he was about to say no, Wen Hemian hesitated again when he remembered that it was Xie Lang's birthday.

It was this moment of hesitation that Xie Lang quickly seized the opportunity to say, "Master, if you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent!"

Lai Xi was startled by the look and took the opportunity to slip out and slammed the door.

Look at him, how sensible he is.

Wen Hemian: “…”

Wen Hemian's expression was hard to describe.

She: “Okay.”

Who said the little emperor was obedient? Even she was firmly in the hands of this brat, okay?