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

No one expected that there would be an assassin hiding in this place. This incident happened so quickly that the blood in Xie Lang's body almost froze. The next moment, he felt a flash before his eyes and someone pushed him from behind.

Wen Hemian's brows narrowed, and he quickly drew the sword from his waist and rushed forward.

After a few encounters, the clanging of swords and knives clashed. The man seemed to have not expected that she knew martial arts, and in a moment of stagnation, he seized her weakness. Wen Hemian's moves were clean and neat, and soon she kicked the assassin to the ground. She stepped on the opponent's chest, with the tip of the sword against his neck, and stared at the assassin with indifference and disdain.

Xie Lang was a little stunned when he saw this scene. His lips opened and closed, not knowing what to say, but he finally vaguely understood why he couldn't break free from Wen Hemian's actions before.

"So... you know martial arts?"

The guards hiding in the dark surrounded them. Wen Hemian took a moment to look at the kid, making sure he wasn't scared, then he smiled and explained, "Your Majesty, my last name is Wen. My father was a soldier on the battlefield his whole life, so even if I'm not very good at it, I've learned a few tricks."

As he spoke, Wen Hemian moved the sword in his hand a little closer. He looked at the man coldly, with a smile suddenly rising on his lips.

"I don't know who gave them the illusion that I was just a sickly person."

Xie Lang's expression was indescribable. Looking at how tightly she was wrapped up, he thought to himself, don't you look like her?

“It does look similar.”

Wen Hemian raised his foot and handed the assassin over to the arriving guards to be taken away for interrogation.

Xie Lang was shocked to realize that he had just spoken his true feelings. Before he could react, Wen Hemian suddenly leaned in front of him and asked curiously, "Your Majesty, did you call me Grand Tutor just now?"

Xie Lang was cautious and wanted to save face. After raising him for so long, Wen Hemian had never called him "Master". He had originally given up hope, but today he accidentally heard it.

Is this considered a bit mature?

"...Yes." Xie Lang pursed his lips, not to the point of denying what he had said. He muttered softly, "You are my tutor."

"That's right. Were you frightened just now?"

Xie Lang recalled how she protected him behind her when the sword came. He felt his heart still pounding. Even if he closed his eyes, the scene could not be erased. He had to admit that he really didn't want Wen Hemian to get hurt.

She was so good to him.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Wen Hemian sighed, raised his hand and poked him on the cheek: "Speaking of which, it is also my negligence. Your Majesty is now old enough to practice martial arts. I will find you a martial arts master later."

The little tyrant in the original book was quite skilled, but he was a self-taught monk who had honed his skills bit by bit with blood and tears. As long as Wen Hemian was around, there was no need for him to suffer.

Xie Lang did not refuse this time: "Well, thank you, Master."

Wen Hemian raised her eyebrows in surprise, and keenly realized that the boy's attitude towards her had changed a lot. She was pleased: "Then Your Majesty must study hard and protect me in the future."

It was a bit strange to say this, but Xie Lang thought it was okay, and raised his head firmly: "Okay, Master, wait for me to protect you."

The child's eyes are bright, like beautiful gem beads, and are pleasing to the eye.

It is a good thing to be ambitious. Wen Hemian did not discourage his confidence and continued to go to the side hall with him.

After supper, an unexpected person came.

The young man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He wore a black patrol uniform and a knife at his waist. He was tall and had a long body. An old scar was faintly visible on the base of his wrist. He was the commander of the palace guards, Huo Ping.

"Greetings, Your Majesty, Lord Wen."

Huo Ping suppressed the fierceness in his brows and saluted with undiminished aura. He glanced at the two of them and said with his head lowered, "I was careless and let the thief into the palace, disturbing Your Majesty and Lord Wen. Please forgive me."

On the day Wen Hemian led his men into the palace, he met Huo Ping. The commander of the imperial guards was cold but a loyal royalist. With the badge in hand, he reacted quickly and helped Wen Hemian. However, this was his first time meeting Xie Lang.

Xie Lang looked at him coldly, his dark eyes staring at him like a deep pool, without any fear at all, and spoke word by word: "You are dereliction of duty."

Huo Ping narrowed his eyes.

He already knew Xie Lang before this, a prince who came from the cold palace, was timid, illiterate, and always followed Wen Hemian when he went out. He sounded like a hopeless case, but now that they had met, he felt that was not entirely true.

Rather than being a puppet, it is more like a wolf cub hiding in the dark, waiting to grow up and bite off the enemy's neck.

He pondered slowly: "I know I was wrong, how would you like to deal with me, Your Majesty?"

"According to the palace law, you will be caned fifty times and fined one year's salary." Xie Lang looked indifferent, without any smile in his eyes. "But Lord Huo has worked hard and made great contributions. Considering that it is your first offense, the caning will be exempted."

Huo Ping was amused and found the little emperor more interesting.

The Imperial Guards were directly under the emperor's command. He came here today with the intention of waiting and watching. Looking at the little emperor's gloomy eyes, he was suddenly frightened.

The emperor's scheming of using both kindness and severity was much better than his father's.

He accepted the punishment: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your forgiveness."

After watching them interact, Wen Hemian looked at Xie Lang approvingly and asked, "Did you find out where that person came from?"

Huo Ping's expression turned strange: "He is a chivalrous man who cannot bear to see Lord Wen holding the emperor hostage."

Xie Lang commented: "You might as well just say you didn't find anything."

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just an excuse.

"But that person was definitely coming for me. No matter if it was the Deadpool or the Secret Guard, they kept their mouths shut and it was useless. It's just that they probably have someone planted in the palace, otherwise it would be impossible for them to sneak in so easily."

Wen Hemian sees the essence through phenomena.

Xie Lang said coldly: "Then kill him and clean up the palace again."

Wen Hemian's hands trembled, but he didn't say much.

The emperor is different from other people. She cannot use modern educational concepts to restrain Xie Lang, otherwise it may backfire.

Huo Ping took the order and went down.

Only then did Xie Lang retract the cool aura around him. He glanced at the silent Wen Hemian beside him, his eyes dark and unclear: "Master, do you think that I am too cruel?"

After all, they had been together for a long time. Xie Lang was sharp-minded and had figured out Wen Hemian's character. This man even sympathized with a wild cat begging for mercy in the snow, let alone a living life. He did not kill anyone during the fight just now.

Now that you see him giving the order, do you feel pity?

Wen Hemian came back to his senses and felt that he was wronged: "How is it possible? He was about to kill me, and I still sympathized with him?"

She frowned and stared at Xie Lang in confusion: "Your Majesty, don't let your little brain dwell on this and that all the time. You'll turn into an old man, okay?"

Xie Lang suddenly lost his composure and his shoulders slumped: "I shouldn't have cared about you."