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

Wen Hemian raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, smiling gently: "Put it on, now you can finally go back and have a good rest, right?"

She seemed to treat Xie Lang as a willful child.

But she was willing to indulge herself.

Xie Lang's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Hmm."

Wen Hemian just felt that the little emperor's eyes were a little strange, but he didn't think much about it. After speaking, he saw Xie Lang turn around and gently closed the door.

After entering the door, she raised her hand to look at the colorful rope she was wearing and felt happy.

The little boy is very filial and looks very cute.

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After the Dragon Boat Festival, summer has completely arrived.

Wen Hemian was afraid of heat. As the weather got hotter day by day, she became more and more reluctant to go out. She felt too hot and even wanted to postpone her monthly lectures.

However, Xie Lang disagreed and had more ice cubes placed in the palace. After the temperature dropped, Wen Hemian was speechless.

When it comes to what he wants, His Majesty the Emperor has learned to find ways to get it. As he grows older, he has more and more ideas in his mind.

Before Wen Hemian stepped into the Taiji Hall, he keenly sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere today. Everywhere was dead silent and even the palace maids and eunuchs passing by could not help but lighten their footsteps.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, caught up with the imperial guards on duty and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask, has anyone offended His Majesty?"

"Lord Wen." Most of the imperial guards knew Wen Hemian, so they spoke with a little more respect. "The imperial censor came to see Your Majesty, but he fainted from anger and was carried out."

He said it tactfully.

Originally, this information should not be revealed to outsiders, but Wen Hemian is an exception.

Wen Hemian had guessed it. She seemed to be thinking about something and bowed: "Thank you."

The guards on duty waved their hands repeatedly. How many people wanted to do good to Lord Wen but couldn't get what they wanted.

Pushing the door and entering the hall, a cool breeze blew in his face. Wen Hemian squinted comfortably and walked behind the screen skillfully.

It was a rare occasion that His Majesty the Emperor was not reviewing memorials, but was practicing calligraphy. Lai Xi was serving him with pen and ink. When he saw her coming, he seemed to be slightly relieved, and his eyes revealed that he was saved.

Wen Hemian watched Xie Lang practicing calligraphy carefully. He seemed serious, but in fact, every stroke was filled with an air of impatience, which surprisingly made his handwritten words seem more unrestrained and have a different kind of... characteristics.

Hearing the footsteps, Xie Lang panicked for a moment. He paused and left a dot of ink on the paper. He put down the pen and looked at Wen Hemian, seeming a little embarrassed: "The Master is here."

Wen Hemian chuckled: "Your Majesty, can you still calm down and listen to my lecture?"

"Of course I can." Xie Lang silently glanced at Lai Xi, then quickly changed his attitude, "Master, please come and sit over here. It's cooler here."

Xie Lang already knew how to control Wen Hemian.

Lai Xi hurriedly retreated, not knowing what she was doing, and she sat down at the table.

It's hard not to get bored if you talk about the same thing too many times. It's nothing more than advising Xie Langna to expand his harem. The two of them know it well, so Wen Hemian doesn't mention it: "Today, I will tell your majesty the story of talking about war on paper."

In terms of governing a country, Wen Hemian had told Xie Lang almost everything he could based on his own experience. What he was mainly talking about now were some stories about military strategies, which Xie Lang was very interested in.

Wen Hemian has always been calm and gentle, and his voice is neither hurried nor slow. On a hot afternoon, he is like a breeze that can easily soothe people's anxiety.

Xie Lang was originally following his temper, but in the end he was gradually drawn into the story by her. He frowned slightly and asked, "How can such a person become a general?"

Wen Hemian took a sip of water and said, "That's what I want to say. As a superior, you should judge people by their real talents and knowledge, not just their gorgeous appearance. And when we do things, we should not exaggerate. What we say is never as practical as what we do. Whether we can achieve the expected results can only be known by trying it yourself."

The books in the imperial study were too boring, but Xie Lang himself was not a boring person. On the contrary, he preferred to listen to stories that were mixed with fun.

As soon as Wen Hemian finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "You have to try it yourself to know the result, right?"

Wen Hemian thought he was just emphasizing what he had just said, and nodded calmly: "Yes."

Xie Lang smiled a joyful yet slightly weird smile: "I understand."

Wen Hemian raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to hear another story?"

Xie Lang shook his head: "No, Master, your voice is hoarse, let's talk about it another day."

Xie Lang is not a person who does not know his limits. On the contrary, he knows very well how to avoid backlash when the bottom line is just touched.

Wen Hemian smiled: "Okay."

The weather was too dry and it was easy to get irritated if you were not careful. Wen Hemian himself didn't pay much attention to these small details, but Xie Lang still noticed them. In a sense, the little emperor was also quite attentive.

Not long after they finished their chat, Lai Xi, who had left secretly earlier, came back unexpectedly, holding a food box in his hand, and walked quickly towards them.

Wen Hemian glanced at Xie Lang. The young man was not surprised, so he thought he was prepared for it.

Lai Xi opened the food box, which contained two bowls of beautiful crispy ice cream, or in other words, the ice cream of this era.

Wen Hemian was not greedy for food, but she believed that no one could refuse to eat cool desserts in the hot summer. Without waiting for Lai Xi to say anything, she put one of the bowls in front of Xie Lang.

"Eat it now, or it will melt in a little while."

In the palace, even Wen Hemian had no chance to linger in the cold. Perhaps because of the impression she left on Uncle Lu when she was a child, this elderly butler was particularly attentive to matters concerning her.

Xie Lang smiled: "It is specially prepared for the Master, otherwise the Master would dislike the heat on the road and would not want to come again."

"It's hot to begin with." Wen He glanced at him, and after tasting the sweet and cool crispy mountain, his brows softened a little, "After a few years, Your Majesty will not need me to teach you anymore."

She and Xie Lang are both working on eliminating Ning Hechu's power. If all goes well, her mission will be completed once this matter is resolved.

Xie Lang paused slightly, feeling depressed: "Taifu, why do you always talk about the future? Didn't you just say that you won't distance yourself from me?"

The young emperor's voice was hoarse.

The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and it was unclear whether it was because of the heat or depression.

Wen Hemian choked up: "No, I just want to tell your majesty that you have grown up."

"But that won't change our relationship."

Xie Lang's face was tense. He lowered his eyes and stirred the crispy mountain in the bowl with a spoon. He looked a little disappointed and begged: "So, Master, can you please stop saying these things in the future? It will make me sad."

A sudden change of face.

Wen Hemian opened his lips and was stunned.