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

The fifth day of May is Dragon Boat Festival.

During festivals, palace servants could receive extra money to give to their families to supplement their lives, and the atmosphere was particularly lively.

Lai Xi took bundles of mugwort and calamus early in the morning and hung them everywhere in the palace. When Wen Hemian came, he smelled a faint and elegant fragrance of grass in the air, which was particularly pleasant.

"Master Wen is here, His Majesty is waiting for you inside! The rice dumpling leaves have been prepared and sent in, Master Wen, please go in and try them!"

Lai Xi was busy and in good spirits. He did not hold grudges. Xie Lang had previously punished him to clean the toilet, but after coming back he continued to do his job as usual without any gloomy look on his face. This was very much in line with his name, a typical optimist.

He does not bear grudges and is loyal, making him very suitable for serving the emperor.

"Okay, thank you." Wen Hemian was kind to everyone. She stuffed some silver coins into Lai Xi's pocket and did not allow him to refuse, so she quickened her pace and walked inside.

Xie Lang had come out when he heard the noise. He saw Wen Hemian and snorted, "I'm afraid only the Grand Tutor would dare to bribe Lai Xi in front of me."

"What do you mean by bribe? That's called hard work fee. You usually make things difficult for others, don't you?"

Wen Hemian's eyes were as sharp as torches, staring at Xie Lang until he felt guilty.

He touched his nose and said, "Let's not talk about this. The rice dumplings are still hot. Master, would you like to try some?"

"Yes." Wen Hemian nodded, and as he passed by him, he stuffed the sachet in his hand, "Here, one every year. You are not allowed to take it today."

Xie Lang took the sachet and smiled happily: "Okay."

Growing up in such an environment, Xie Lang did not have a rebellious period. He listened to Wen Hemian the most, and he treasured all the things she gave him.

The rice dumplings were almost cool. Wen Hemian opened one and tasted it. The glutinous rice was mixed with the aroma of the rice dumpling leaves. The imperial chef's cooking skills were good and it suited her appetite very well. She finished one in no time.

Xie Lang tasted one and commented: "The new imperial chef's cooking skills are better."

"It's good."

The rice dumplings were small, and Wen Hemian and Xie Lang shared the few that were served, barely filling them half full.

Xie Lang had been out of power in the past few years, and the palace had not held a banquet to entertain ministers during the Dragon Boat Festival for a long time. The reason he didn't hold it now was because he didn't like to flatter.

It was a rare day off and the people were busy, so the two of them simply changed into casual clothes and went outside the palace to watch the dragon boat race.

The moat is usually guarded by soldiers, and only on this special day are people allowed to race dragon boats on it. There are also many stalls around, so you can watch the dragon boat race while eating delicious food.

Wen Hemian didn't have the idea that they were superior to ordinary people because of their special status. He mingled with Xie Lang in the crowd, but he was also surrounded by secret guards who were ready to take action if any unexpected situations occurred.

The dragon boat race was organized spontaneously by the public, but it looked very formal, and the onlookers were very respectful and cheered for them.

They arrived late and were not standing very close to the front, so Wen Hemian leaned forward to take a look out of curiosity.

The next moment, perhaps because someone won, the people cheered enthusiastically. Wen Hemian was pushed by someone and was about to fall backwards because of his unstable footing.

At the critical moment, a strong hand held her waist steadily. Wen Hemian heard Xie Lang laughing in her ear: "There are so many people here, teacher, be careful."

He was still very small a few years ago, but in the blink of an eye he was not only taller than her, but also not as thin as before. It was rare for Wen Hemian to be so close to him, and the heat from the young man's body was transmitted to her as if it were real, so she quickly stepped aside.

"I see. I was just careless."

Wen Hemian was a little depressed and seldom went out, so he tended to overlook these small details.

Xie Lang looked at her quietly, and gently twisted his fingers hidden under his sleeves, as if he was nostalgic for the warmth he had just touched.

He used to think that the Master was thin, even smaller than he was when he grew up. But now he realized that his waist was also thin, so thin that he could hold it completely with one hand. He was so thin and pitiful.

But it was this person who had been protecting him before. When did it start...

and many more.

Realizing what he had just been thinking, Xie Lang's mind was shaken and his face turned pale unconsciously. However, because of the sunlight, the blush on his face was not obvious.

"Come back to your senses, Alang."

Wen Hemian happily watched a new dragon boat race and felt very satisfied. He turned around and saw Xie Lang still standing there in a daze. He waited for a few seconds, and seeing that his eyes were confused and he had no intention of coming back to his senses, he couldn't help but wave his hand in front of his eyes.

Wen Hemian had a gentle and bright smile in his eyes: "What are you thinking about? You have been thinking a lot recently."

She didn't want to pry into the matter, but then she thought that adolescents are prone to having wild thoughts, and if there is anything that needs psychological guidance, she could help.

"I wonder what kind of person the teacher would like."

Xie Lang blurted out.

But he didn't react quickly enough in an instant and pursed his lips tightly, looking like he was going to show Wen Hemian what a tightly closed clam shell looked like.

"Ok?"

Wen Hemian choked up a little, looking at Xie Lang with complicated eyes, and said honestly: "I don't know, but maybe... someone who is obedient and doesn't cause trouble?"

Liking someone doesn’t necessarily have to be interpreted as that kind of liking. She also likes Xie Lang very much.

Who doesn’t like an obedient child?

Xie Lang paused, his eyes lit up calmly, "Really?"

Wen Hemian answered confidently this time: "Really. Why did you suddenly think of asking me this question... Ah Lang, do you have a girl you like?"

If you think about it carefully, there is indeed a clue.

Wen Hemian had no objection. He was an adult and could fall in love. It was understandable that a young man was feeling romantically moved.

But she didn’t seem to have seen Xie Lang in contact with any girl. Could it be a palace maid?

"No!" Xie Lang denied decisively. He whispered, "I don't have a favorite girl."

"Don't get excited." Wen Hemian pulled him out of the crowd, smiling softly and speaking calmly, "It doesn't matter whether there is a girl you like or not. This is not something worth hiding or being shy about."

Xie Lang was stunned: "Really...?"

"Ah."

Wen Hemian calmed himself down and said seriously: "Alang, I just want to tell you that if you have a girl you like, be nice to her and don't let her down."

Wen Hemian didn't know if it was right for her to teach a king like this. She just didn't want to see more women struggling in the palace, longing for the emperor's illusory love all their lives, wasting their beauty and torturing each other.

Xie Lang looked into her eyes, which were clear and bright, with only his own shadow reflected in them.

He knew why the tutor said that, but his heart still skipped a beat unconsciously.

After a while, he said solemnly: "I will."

"Wen Hemian, I will do it."

After he finished speaking, Wen Hemian sighed, "Why are you calling the teacher by his name again? This is treasonous, don't you know?"

Xie Lang laughed grimly and admitted it.