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

The rich aroma hit him in the face. Xie Lang was stunned for a moment, then stared blankly at the osmanthus in his arms, and his gaze slowly moved to Wen Hemian.

Wen Hemian had his hands in his pockets, his brows curved, and a gentle smile. In the gradually darkening sky and the noisy crowd, his whole body seemed to be glowing, making it impossible to take your eyes off him.

Wen Hemian laughed at the boy's rare dull expression.

"It's rare to see osmanthus flowers blooming early at this time of year. What a coincidence that there is only one bunch left."

Wen Hemian looked Xie Lang up and down. The boy was handsome and had a good temper. He was forced to mature at a young age. This bouquet of flowers helped to neutralize his temperament.

More and more beautiful.

She said with relief: "Alang is a perfect match for this flower."

Xie Lang stiffened slightly: "Really?"

Wen Hemian laughed: "When have I ever lied to you?"

"By the way, what were you looking at?"

When Wen Hemian turned around to buy flowers, Xie Lang didn't notice, which is why this happened. She was a little curious about what attracted the boy, so she leaned over to take a look and asked in a slightly raised tone: "A hairpin?"

I felt that there was something wrong with Xie Lang a few days ago, and now he started to see the hairpins that only women would wear. Wen Hemian didn't believe that there were no clues.

She stared at Xie Lang meaningfully for a while: "It's okay, I understand."

After saying that, she raised her foot and walked forward.

Xie Lang: ...

The expression in his eyes changed several times. Knowing that Wen Hemian had misunderstood something, he quickly chased after him with the flowers.

It’s not what the Master thinks!

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The next day, it started to rain lightly.

Surprisingly, although many years had passed, the place where Xie Lang's mother lived back then was not difficult to find.

That place was a small village. Since the young and middle-aged people went to the town to make a living during the day, when they went there, they only saw some old people guarding the village.

Some older people still have memories of those days.

"…When the saint passed by our village, he took a look at Ah Wu and took her away. What a good girl. It's a pity that we haven't heard any news about her in these years."

Everyone understands this truth. Once a girl enters the deep palace, unless she encounters a special opportunity, she will never have the chance to step out of the palace again in her life.

Empress Dowager Huiyi, whose name was Jiang Wu.

She was an abandoned baby girl. A barefoot doctor in the village picked her up and raised her with kindness. She also wanted to repay the doctor, so after the barefoot doctor left, she continued to treat the villagers.

If she had not met the late emperor who was traveling, she might have found her ideal husband in the end instead of wasting time in the deep palace.

"But two young gentlemen, why are you looking for Awu's home?" Having said this, the old man paused.

Wen Hemian said: "I came here at someone's request... to build a tomb for an old friend."

The old man's eyes trembled, as if he thought of a possibility: "You mean, Awu...she..."

Wen Hemian didn't say anything, and she didn't know what to say.

"Never mind. It may not be a bad thing for her."

After a long time, the old man sighed deeply, said nothing more, and just leaned on his crutches and led them in one direction.

The roads were slippery on rainy days, so Wen Hemian specially called a guard to hold an umbrella for the old man and support him to prevent him from falling.

The countryside was muddy and mud spots splashed on the hem of his clothes, but the clean-loving little emperor rarely complained and walked slowly forward.

The old man took them to the place and then went back. Wen Hemian walked to the gloomy young man and said, "Actually, the scenery here is quite nice. When the weather clears up, we can build a small house and stay here during festivals. Without the intrigues in the capital, it should be a different kind of wild fun."

It would be meaningless to say too much persuasion. Xie Lang obviously cares about it. There is no need to talk about letting go when it comes to matters related to relatives.

Just let nature take its course.

Xie Lang felt the comfort in her words, and his heart warmed slightly. He smiled subconsciously: "Teacher is right, let them build houses when the weather is clear."

Wen Hemian smiled, a rare moment like before, raised her hand and poked his cheek, whispering: "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. There are no outsiders here, and no one will laugh at Your Majesty."

In terms of experience, Wen Hemian is still slightly better than Xie Lang who has just grown up.

She is watching the kid grow up, doesn't she know whether he is happy or not?

Xie Lang was stunned and met Wen Hemian's smiling gaze. He pursed his lips unconsciously, feeling a little embarrassed.

None of the accompanying guards took a second look at the interaction between the emperor and the imperial teacher. They were diligently cleaning up the ruins of the house. Since it was confirmed that a new house would be built here, the cenotaph would be erected near the mountain.

There were no old objects, only a carved tombstone, firmly fixed in the soil.

Fortunately, the sky cleared up after the afternoon. Xie Lang knelt in front of the grave and lit three incense sticks. Then the cenotaph was completed.

Wen Hemian and the guards stepped back, leaving Xie Lang alone, so he could talk freely.

"The talk of ghosts and gods is false, but I hope you can come back here."

Xie Lang stared at the name on the tombstone with mixed feelings. His mother's appearance in his memory had begun to blur. He was too young at that time and could not understand the worry hidden in her eyes. Now he understood it, but she was gone and there would be no chance to talk about it again.

His mother must have loved him, and all he could do was to seek posthumous fame for her and leave a cenotaph for her in her hometown.

Many years later, people still knew that Jiang Wu existed.

"I have someone I love, my...Teacher."

His feelings were not yet revealed, so Xie Lang spoke softly, fearing that Wen Hemian would hear.

"She is very good and is the best person to me now. You can rest assured that she is with me."

Xie Lang's voice was low and slow, but it was mixed with joy that was hard to ignore. After he finished speaking, he stared with a subtle gaze for a quarter of an hour before finally turning around to look for the person who was waiting for him.

Wen Hemian was always paying attention to the little emperor's emotional state. She saw everything from his initial silence and loneliness to his sudden enlightenment. Seeing this, she couldn't help but smile: "Are you done?"

"Yes." Xie Lang stood up and walked towards her, "Excuse me, Master."

"What's so funny about this? It's only natural to talk to your mother."

Wen Hemian teased: "Besides, hasn't Ah Lang lost face in front of me enough since he was a child?"

Xie Lang frowned, and suddenly became a little annoyed: "Can't you just not talk about this?"

It was only a short time since they met, but he was ignorant of the immensity of the world and kept thinking about challenging Wen Hemian. These were past events that His Majesty the Emperor did not want to mention.

Wen Hemian smiled and said, "That's nothing. No matter how old your Majesty is, you will always be a child in my eyes."

Always...a child.

This unconscious remark instantly touched the emperor's sore spot.

Xie Lang gritted his teeth secretly. He didn't want to be a child!