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

Wen Hemian didn't expect that Xie Lang would answer his casual remark so seriously.

If you think about it carefully, it is reasonable.

The habits she once had in modern life still affect her. Even if she tries to avoid it, she still unconsciously brings in some modern touches when teaching Xie Lang.

The king who was raised by her essentially carries her shadow; they have similarities.

As long as it is not too beyond the development process of the dynasty, it usually won't cause trouble. From time to time, it may bring her some surprises.

Xie Lang's ability to do this had far exceeded Wen Hemian's expectations.

Everything is moving in the right direction, which is very good.

The two of them had a great time outside all day, not paying attention to other trivial matters. Wen Hemian naturally didn't notice the deep and heavy look the boy gave her.

By the time the two of them got on the carriage, it was already dark. It was rare for Wen Hemian to have so much fun. As soon as he rested, the fatigue that had been ignored came over him. He couldn't help but yawn, then raised his eyes and said slowly: "Go back to the mansion and take a bath with wormwood water, and then rest."

Xie Lang supported his chin with one hand and smiled obediently: "Master, do you still think I'm a child? Only children would be urged by their elders to bathe with mugwort."

"What a twisted theory?" Wen Hemian laughed. "Wormwood repels mosquitoes and removes dampness, and medicinal bubble baths are good for the body. It's the same no matter how old you are. It's just that children like to play, and the elders don't remind them, so they're afraid they'll forget."

Xie Lang snorted lightly, not sure whether he accepted this statement or not.

The carriage swayed and swayed as it left the busy city. The surroundings became quiet. Wen Hemian yawned again and felt a little sleepy in a trance.

She continued with what she had just said: "Time flies. In a year or so, Your Majesty will be coming of age, and you will have to choose a name by then..."

Her voice was very soft, perhaps because she failed to conceal it, but Xie Lang could vaguely hear some of the gentleness of a woman. He said nothing, but just stared at her quietly, his eyes falling silently, but he was afraid of disturbing her, so in the end he only dared to carefully pass through the corners of her eyes, and caught a glimpse of tears flashing due to sleepiness.

It was not until today that he suddenly realized that there was nothing imperfect about this man.

But beautiful things always make people have dark thoughts and want to destroy them.

"Speaking of which, Your Majesty, have you ever thought about what name to give yourself?"

The matter of choosing a name is usually done by elders or respected teachers, but Xie Lang is a little different. Wen Hemian knows that he is not someone who likes to be controlled by others, and this is the same in every aspect.

Xie Lang was silent: "...I haven't thought about it. Master, can you help me pick one?"

Emperor Shun was incompetent and fond of romantic affairs. Born into an ordinary aristocratic family, he could be considered a talented and romantic man, so his children were given good names that barely retained a royal style.

After his mother passed away, no one protected him anymore. His brothers also mocked him openly or secretly, saying that he was like a wild dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy and was not worthy of the name.

Xie Lang also found it funny at that time. What’s the use of having a good name? Isn’t it difficult for him to even survive?

If Wen Hemian hadn’t arrived... Xie Lang lowered his eyes, and a hint of obscure cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Well, that might be difficult."

Wen Hemian curled his lips and said, "It's too early. I will think about it carefully for Your Majesty later."

In the original book... Xie Lang was just a villain. If he hadn't killed the male and female protagonists and caused the world line to collapse, how could anyone seriously understand his past? It was over in a few sentences. Maybe there were words, but she didn't know.

Thinking of this, the smile on Wen Hemian's face faded a little. The characters in the book could not make her empathize with them, but Xie Lang in front of her was real and vivid, so she felt more distressed. If it were not for the situation, who would be willing to step into this position?

Xie Lang smiled happily: "Thank you, Master. I am looking forward to it."

Wen Hemian felt even more pity in his heart and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch the boy's head. Halfway through, he suddenly felt it was inappropriate and was about to pat him on the shoulder when Xie Lang took the initiative to come over.

The young emperor didn't care how big he was. He squeezed closer to her, his dark eyes filled with joy. His head touched her hand and rubbed it.

"Is the Master finally no longer alienating me?"

Wen Hemian was stunned when she was suddenly exposed. She blinked twice and calmed down: "When have I ever alienated Your Majesty?"

"Why not? When I was young, Grand Tutor would do whatever he wanted without caring whether I refused or not. Now he is hesitating. Isn't that alienating me?"

Xie Lang argued convincingly.

Wen Hemian pulled his lower lip awkwardly.

His fingers moved subconsciously, and he actually rubbed Xie Lang's head again. His hair had grown bigger and harder, and it was a bit prickly.

She leaned back, trying to stay away from the boy's aura, and said teasingly: "Didn't Your Majesty forbid me to continue treating you as a child?"

After being hit by the boomerang, Xie Lang was silent for a moment.

Like a poor puppy with drooping ears.

Wen Hemian was amused by his own association: "Okay, okay, I get it."

From Xie Lang's accusation, Wen Hemian also reflected on herself. It was no wonder that Xie Lang noticed it quickly. She had indeed done it too obviously.

It is not easy to adapt to something once you get used to it, but it does not mean that she will change her mind because of this. At most, she will slow down her pace and do things less obviously in the future.

Xie Lang will eventually have to get used to it.

Wen Hemian raised his chin: "Now, please, Your Majesty, please step back. I'm running out of room!"

The carriage is so small, doesn't Xie Lang have any idea about his own behavior?

Xie Lang touched his nose guiltily: "Okay."

Back at the palace, Uncle Lu had indeed asked someone to prepare mugwort water, and Wen Hemian and Xie Lang went back to their rooms to wash up.

After finishing his bath, Wen Hemian raised his hand and sniffed the scent on his body. It was a faint scent of mugwort, not bad.

Considering that Xie Lang was staying overnight, Wen Hemian wore a chest binder just in case. This thing was really uncomfortable to wear for a long time, so she never went out when she had nothing to do. She felt much more comfortable in the palace.

Just as she got dressed, Wen Hemian heard a knock on the door. She gathered her clothes, looked in the bronze mirror, and only went out after confirming that everything was correct.

"coming."

The one knocking on the door was Xie Lang; Wen Hemian could tell from the strength of the knock.

She opened the door and said, "It's night time. Why did Your Majesty come to see me?"

Perhaps because she had just finished bathing, Wen Hemian was only wearing a white and soft pajamas, her hair was loosely tied and draped over her shoulders, her neck was slender and smooth, and her whole body seemed to be hazy with moisture, which made people feel soft.

Xie Lang almost lost consciousness: "...There is something I forgot to give to Master."

There was a colorful rope in the boy's raised palm.

He stuttered: "I, I saw it for sale on the street, and bought it secretly."

Wen Hemian was happy: "This one is more suitable for Your Majesty. But since it's a gift from Your Majesty, I will accept it."

As she spoke, she took the colorful rope and wanted to put it on immediately to show her love for it.

It was not easy to operate with one hand, so Xie Lang silently reached out and helped her put it on.

The colorful rope with auspicious meaning hangs on the fair wrist, which is eye-catching.