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

Upon learning what happened at the posthouse, Wen Hemian was overjoyed: "Commander Huo is becoming more and more like a cold-blooded demon."

The word she said was the description of Huo Ping in the original book. Perhaps because Xie Lang's personality had changed so much, Huo Ping's personality had also changed a lot, and he was far less bloodthirsty than in the original book.

This name is quite interesting, and Wen Hemian will make fun of it from time to time.

Xie Lang responded softly, and sat quietly aside with his eyes lowered. It was rare that he did not respond to Wen Hemian's words.

Wen Hemian was worried: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Wait a little longer, the medicine will be ready soon."

Xie Lang was very stubborn when he was little, and except when he was sick, he rarely showed his vulnerable side in front of Wen Hemian, unless he was extremely uncomfortable, like now.

It takes time to boil the medicine. Now, Xie Lang can only endure it on his own.

Wen Hemian had already cursed Ning Hechu a thousand times in his heart.

Hearing Wen Hemian's voice, Xie Lang curled up the corners of his lips into a smile. Just as he was about to say that he was not feeling uncomfortable, a slightly cool hand was placed on his forehead. A faint fragrance came over him, causing his breathing to temporarily stop.

That was the smell of Wen Hemian.

Originally, the heat in her body was bearable, but after being touched by this breath, the suppressed desire became restless again. Xie Lang's breath was slightly hot, and he rubbed it on her hand almost subconsciously.

"So hot."

Wen Hemian was paying full attention to his situation and naturally did not notice this little movement. She was startled by the burning temperature on Xie Lang's forehead.

When I looked closer, I realized that not only was his forehead hot, but his face was also flushed, just like when he had a fever.

She took a deep breath and turned around: "I'll go and urge the imperial physician. This is not a solution."

It's harmless, but uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she felt the corner of her clothes being pulled.

Xie Lang is very strong, and he will not be able to get away unless Wen Hemian tries hard to break free.

As she stood, the young man raised his head slightly, looked at her hesitantly, and said softly, "No, Master, can you stay and accompany me?"

The corners of Xie Lang's eyes were slightly wet. As he spoke, his gaze almost uncontrollably fell on the lips of the person in front of him. The lips were bright red and looked soft and moist. He wanted to... touch them.

He was not an irrational person, but perhaps this medicine could really magnify the desires in his heart infinitely, making the comparison even more unbearable. Xie Lang could not bear Wen Hemian leaving him.

Very contradictory thoughts.

Wen Hemian was being watched and sighed, "Isn't it really uncomfortable? Your Majesty, are you still so willful at such a age?"

"I'm not being willful." Xie Lang denied it flatly. "It's no use urging me. It's fine as long as the Master stays by my side. Is it really... not possible?"

When he spoke the second half of the sentence, his voice became even hoarser and sounded pitiful.

"Okay, okay, I can't beat you."

What could Wen Hemian say? She wasn't the one who was feeling uncomfortable anyway. Xie Lang himself didn't want to, so she couldn't force him.

She turned back and sat on the other side of the couch. She glanced at the chessboard on the table and came up with an idea: "How about playing a game of chess to divert your attention?"

Xie Lang had no objection as long as the person could be kept.

So the two began to play chess.

Wen Hemian couldn't be said to be very keen on playing chess. He learned it because he felt bored after traveling through time. He was not very advanced, but his chess skills were comparable to Xie Lang's. He could play chess fairly well. Occasionally, when he encountered a difficult problem, he would hold the chess pieces and stare at them in thought, ignoring the outside world.

After drinking a few cups of tea, Xie Lang finally began to realize that he had brought this upon himself.

He thought he had strong self-control, but when it came to Wen Hemian, his self-control was reduced to three points, which only made the fire in his heart burn more and more fiercely. He began to regret why he had to pretend to be so well-behaved.

Because she was too well-behaved, there was always a distance between them, and it would take a long time for the tutor to come to his senses.

He wanted to be a wise ruler, but now he felt that being a tyrant might not be a bad thing. At least he could hold people in his arms without any scruples... and he didn't have to worry about these gentlemanly etiquette.

"Your Majesty has lost."

While he was daydreaming, Wen Hemian placed a chess piece, and the situation on the chessboard instantly changed. Xie Lang was killed without a single piece left.

It is not ruled out that Xie Lang has a problem with concentration.

Wen Hemian asked with a smile: "Are you coming again?"

Suddenly, he was brought back to his senses by the gentle voice. When he met those concerned and smiling eyes, Xie Lang seemed to be poured with cold water and woke up: "... Come."

He felt a little ashamed and felt that he had really been blinded by the medicine. The Master was so good to him, how could he have such evil thoughts?

If he really did that, Wen Hemian would not forgive him.

Xie Lang took a deep breath and secretly reminded himself to be patient and to proceed step by step. He was not in a hurry.

"Wait a minute, the medicine is here, drink it first."

After waiting for so long, Wen Hemian finally saw Lai Xi at the gate of the palace and breathed a sigh of relief.

Lai Xi walked quickly but his hands were steady, and he quickly brought the medicine over.

Because it had been cooled beforehand, it wasn't too hot. Xie Lang picked it up, lowered his eyes and drank it in one gulp.

Lai Xi: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Hospital just said that you need to observe for one night after taking the medicine. If you are fine tomorrow, then there is no need to worry."

Although Lai Xi knew that this matter was not his responsibility, when he learned about Xie Lang's Chinese medicine, he still felt a little panic in his heart, fearing that something might happen to the young emperor. Fortunately, everything was fine.

After simmering for so long, the effect of the medicine had almost dissipated. After drinking a bowl of medicine, the bitter taste went straight to the top of Xie Lang's head. The expression between Xie Lang's eyebrows became even colder: "Well. No matter who comes tomorrow, I will not see them."

Lai Xi bowed: "Yes."

He was smart and quick-witted. He realized that this was not the place for him to stay any longer, so after receiving the instructions, he quickly took the empty medicine bowl and left.

Just as he turned his eyes away reluctantly, a white hand appeared in front of him.

Wen Hemian spread out her palm, on which were two pieces of candied fruit. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Remove the bitter taste?"

Xie Lang has disliked taking medicine since he was a child. After he gained power, he was even more unwilling to show his likes and dislikes in public. Wen Hemian had carried some candied fruits with him two days ago, and he didn't finish them, so they came in handy.

She noticed that there was a sudden light in the boy's dark eyes. He stared at her seriously and said, "Okay, thank you, Master."

Wen Hemian was just about to say you’re welcome.

Xie Lang suddenly leaned over, lowered his head and took the candied fruit from her hand.

Perhaps unintentionally, the boy's thin lips brushed against her palm, and his slightly hot breath sprayed down, but it was only for a brief moment, but it was like a feather brushing past, stirring her heart.

Wen Hemian's eyebrows jumped and his lips pursed subconsciously.

Before he could retract his hand in the air, he saw the young man moving his cheeks, chewing the candied fruit slowly and swallowing it, then looking over with a burning gaze.

"……tasty."