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

It is impossible to have a late night conversation.

Xie Lang just said it, kept Wen Hemian to talk for a while, and then let her go to rest.

Due to her status, Wen Hemian only rarely stayed in the palace, but the side hall was always empty and Xie Lang often had people clean it to ensure that the room was clean every time she stayed there.

Although he is a bit clingy and difficult to deal with, it has to be said that the little emperor is quite respectful to his teachers. If he has anything good, he will hand it to Wen Hemian first.

Wen Hemian drank a lot at the palace banquet. She had a good alcohol tolerance, and when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander and thought a lot.

She hadn't decided whether to reveal her identity, but when she really thought about leaving, she felt a strong reluctance in her heart. She had a lot of messy thoughts, but in the end there was no result.

Looking at the crescent moon outside the window, she raised her hand and stroked her chest, sighing softly: "Forget it, let's take it one step at a time."

There must be a way to the front of the mountain.

……

Not far away, some people are struggling with their thoughts, while others are tossing and turning.

Not sure if it was because he drank too much or was affected by his mixed thoughts, but Xie Lang felt hot and uncomfortable all over. He was trapped in a chaotic dream and couldn't break free.

Various scenes flashed by like a cursory glance, and finally his sight stopped on a thin bright yellow curtain. A white wrist slipped out from it. Xie Lang seemed to be floating lightly, and in a flash, he saw a more shocking scene.

His neck was gently hooked, and the man whispered in his ear: "Alang..."

It was a chaotic, hot and humid dream.

Xie Lang suddenly woke up from his dream. The noise was so loud that Lai Xi, who was on night watch, was startled. He hurriedly asked behind the screen: "Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to come in and serve you?"

“No!” Xie Lang snorted subconsciously, his chest heaving, and he gasped twice. Only then did he realize that he seemed a little too uncalm. He ordered in a hoarse voice, “Go get some water, be gentle, don’t disturb the Master.”

Lai Xi said tremblingly: "Yes."

It was early April and the nights were still a little chilly, but Xie Lang was hot all over. Feeling something was wrong with himself, he pursed his lips and felt even more embarrassed.

He stood up and walked to the table and filled a pot with cold water, only then was he able to suppress his restlessness.

The palace lady had taught him relevant things in the past, and Xie Lang listened with one ear and out the other. He did not have strong desires and had never had such thoughts in normal times, but he did not expect that they would suddenly burst out now, catching him off guard.

The face of the person in the dream was blurry. He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that the figure was somewhat similar to...

Xie Lang's mind was buzzing as if it was about to explode, and he quickly suppressed his rebellious thoughts.

Fortunately, at this time Lai Xi finally called for water to come back, breaking the deathly silence in the hall: "Your Majesty?"

Xie Lang said coldly: "Let them in, and get out."

Xie Lang is used to doing many things by himself, and now is no exception.

Lai Xi knew the reason very well, so he didn't do anything or ask any questions. After someone brought in the water, they all lowered their heads and left.

During the whole process, I didn't dare to look at the emperor who was sitting like an ice sculpture beside the bed.

……

On the emperor's birthday, all officials have three days off.

Wen Hemian went to bed late and got up late. When she opened her eyes, the sun was already at its highest point, and no one came to wake her up.

This was one of the reasons why she felt comfortable staying in the palace without having to worry about someone blindly discovering her secret.

As soon as he went out, Wen Hemian saw the Emperor with dark eyes.

She paused slightly: "Your Majesty, did you not sleep well last night?"

Meeting Wen Hemian's gaze, Xie Lang dodged for once, looking unsure: "Hmm."

After asking for water to wash up, Xie Lang couldn't fall asleep anymore. Since he grew up, he had been able to fall asleep peacefully, but now it was as if he had suddenly returned to his previous state and he stayed up until dawn.

He ran to the martial arts arena early in the morning just to cool off, but the moment he saw Wen Hemian, all his efforts were in vain.

Xie Lang felt extremely ashamed of himself. How could he have such a dream just because of some specious associations?

Considering Xie Lang's usual personality, Wen Hemian felt that he was very abnormal. When he was about to continue asking, he suddenly remembered something and asked tentatively: "Was it last night at midnight?"

"!"

Xie Lang was furious when the thing he had tried so hard to hide was revealed. His pupils slightly dilated and his brows knitted together: "Did Lai Xi wake up the Master?"

Damn Lai Xi, how come you can't even do this? !

"No."

Seeing the surprise and anger in the boy's eyes, Wen Hemian had no choice but to explain: "I was awake at that time, and I heard the noise outside, so I asked casually."

Lai Xi said a few words in a panic, feeling nervous about being caught by her, but Wen Hemian was not a person who knew nothing, and he still guessed the truth from these clues.

She didn't want to bring it up, but the boy looked terrified and seemed to need some psychological counseling.

"Your Majesty, please don't blame Lai Xi. Besides, this is a normal physiological reaction. Your Majesty doesn't need to worry about it."

Wen Hemian claims to be Xie Lang's teacher. This is knowledge that would normally be taught in modern times. Xie Lang has no relatives to teach him, so she will take on this responsibility.

But she looked calm, but Xie Lang was far from being so calm. After hearing what she said, he coughed twice, and looked over with his dark eyes, pleading: "Master, can you please stop talking?"

Wen Hemian: “…”

She choked, and seeing the shy and autistic expression of the child, she couldn't help laughing: "...Ahem, okay, okay."

If we don't talk about this, we can still be a friendly teacher and student.

Xie Lang breathed a sigh of relief and decided not to continue this topic. Fortunately, there was no one around, so he managed to save face.

He began to ask about the things that had not been discussed last night: "Telescope, which troops does the Master intend to use it in?"

"After it's finished, send a batch to the border, and the rest will go to Feihong Camp."

Wen Hemian had already planned it out. The current priority, of course, was to ensure that his core personnel were fully equipped. As for popularization, he would talk about it after the world was unified and peaceful.

The bias is blatant.

Xie Lang curved his lips: "I knew it, Master is the best."

Wen Hemian felt that what Xie Lang said was not biased, and she was indeed very good to Xie Lang.

When she came to the world in the book, apart from the Huai Ling King and his wife who were far away at the border, the person she cared about most was Xie Lang. The former was mixed with complex emotions such as guilt, while the latter was full of pure care and compassion.

"You know I'm good, so be a wise ruler."

Wen Hemian had repeated this sentence for no apparent number of times.

She smiled, and casually brushed her wind-blown hair back behind her. She let her sleeves slide down, revealing her white wrists, as white as jade, attracting everyone's attention.

Xie Lang's gaze moved almost uncontrollably following her movements, finally settling on that wrist, his heart beating like a drum.

Just like in the dream.