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

Lai Xi's arrival broke the deadlock between the two.

Seeing the young emperor holding Lord Wen's hand with such affection, Lai Xi's eyelids twitched, and he felt frightened by his own guess. He could only pretend to be calm and asked: "Your Majesty, your majesty, I have brought the hand warmer, please see..."

Xie Lang glanced at him indifferently, then let go of his hand: "Give it to me."

Lai Xi felt that look gave him a feeling that he was doomed.

He took a deep breath and walked to Wen Hemian with the hand warmer: "Master Wen, here."

For the first time, Wen Hemian sincerely thanked Lai Xi. If he hadn't come, he didn't know how long he would have been in the stalemate with Xie Lang.

She took the warm hand warmer and said softly, "Thank you."

Lai Xi: “I don’t deserve it!”

He obviously had no experience in martial arts, and no one knew where his legs and feet became so flexible. After delivering the hand warmer, he quickly disappeared to the back.

Wen Hemian: “…”

Xie Lang was very considerate and didn't laugh out loud.

Wen Hemian thought expressionlessly that next time he entered the palace, he must check in advance to make sure he had brought all his belongings.

In other words, Xie Lang had disturbed her mind in the past two days, otherwise how could she have made such an oversight?

"It's noon now. Master, please accompany me to have lunch before leaving." Xie Lang's eyes were bright, and he rarely pushed the issue. "I haven't seen Master for two days, is that ok?"

Wen Hemian was not really in a hurry to leave.

When she came to the palace today, she expected that she would be detained. It was a good opportunity to take this opportunity to solve Xie Lang's problem.

So he nodded: "Okay."

Xie Lang smiled happily.

Lai Xi went to order more dishes without any instructions.

To be honest, the palace servants really hope that Lord Wen will stay, because the young emperor never loses his temper in front of Lord Wen.

They don't have to be nervous when serving.

Wen Hemian and Xie Lang went to the dining area. It was cold, but the heating was on, so they opened the windows for some fresh air so it wasn't too cold.

Seeing the snowflakes fluttering down outside, Wen Hemian was in a trance for a moment.

"What is Master thinking about?"

Wen Hemian had a nostalgic look on his face: "I was thinking, when the last emperor passed away, it was also snowing heavily when I went to the palace to visit His Majesty."

At that time, Xie Lang really was like a pitiful puppy curled up in his own world.

If it weren't for the preconceived impression, Wen Hemian would not have indulged him so many times afterwards, so that he would have the bolder ideas now.

Xie Lang in the original book was brutal and eccentric, and there was some trace of him in the story after all.

Xie Lang's smile deepened: "At that time, I felt that the Master was like a fairy descending from the sky."

His heart was dark and dirty, and at first he just wanted to use Wen Hemian to survive.

But he didn't expect that this person would pick him up, hold his hand, and choose to take the most difficult path.

This was the first time Wen Hemian had heard him say these words. She was silent for a moment, "Your Majesty thinks highly of me."

She couldn't reach the level of an immortal. At most, she took on the task reluctantly just to ensure that the world could continue to function properly.

In the end, I really took on the mentality of raising a child.

She chose to make her own way in the capital, and the time she spent with Xie Lang was much longer than the time that Prince Huailing and his wife spent with her. Wandering in a foreign world, Xie Lang was a student to her, but more like a relative, like her beloved brother.

Wen Hemian looked up at the young man sitting opposite her. His eyes were bright without a trace of gloom, as if he was born with natural majesty.

It can be seen that he is well taken care of.

She lowered her eyelashes and said, "In the blink of an eye, Your Majesty has grown up. I think there are some things that Your Majesty should understand. You are not young anymore."

Xie Lang paused with a smile on his face: "What does Master want me to know?"

"It is better to drain than to block." Wen Hemian said calmly, "Your Majesty is young and strong. When the palace lady came to teach you before, you didn't listen carefully. From today on, study hard and stop reading those messy books."

Until now, Wen Hemian finally understood how their class teacher felt when he caught students reading novels.

It is indeed easy to learn bad habits.

The same goes for His Majesty the Emperor.

Instead of waiting for him to figure it out on his own, it would be better to find a professional teacher to teach him.

He is such a cold and pure person like the moon, but I don't know how he could say these words without changing his expression. Although his words were tactful enough, Xie Lang still heard a different meaning in them.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Wen Hemian slowly changed: "Isn't the Grand Tutor my teacher? Can't he teach me all these things as well?"

In the past, Wen Hemian would have really thought that this was just a little kid acting like a spoiled brat, but now, how could she possibly bring trouble upon herself? Upon hearing this, she said coldly, "Professional matters should be left to professionals. I am not good at this, so Your Majesty, please don't embarrass me."

She is not a man, and the little knowledge she has comes entirely from modern education. In terms of experience, how can she be as experienced as the older palace ladies in the palace?

As soon as he finished speaking, one could clearly notice that Xie Lang's eyes had become more serious, and the gaze he cast on Wen Hemian seemed to be real.

But after a while, he compromised: "I know."

Xie Lang turned his head and looked up at the falling snow outside the window, and smiled: "I will definitely study hard as the Grand Master wishes."

The second half of the sentence was bitten off very hard.

She clearly sensed his intention, but did not try to avoid it. Instead, she tried to persuade him as soon as possible.

Xie Lang felt a little depressed and a little frustrated.

Wen Hemian acted naturally, and seemed happy that he could listen to advice: "This is the best."

While Lai Xi was directing people to serve the dishes, he had no idea what the two men said to each other. When he came in again, he felt a chill on his face.

That was an invisible tit-for-tat that the earth dragon could not conceal.

He shrank his neck and quickly asked the palace servants to arrange the dishes. Then the group of people quickly withdrew. After thinking for a moment, he also sneaked out.

Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of the young emperor serving a bowl of soup to Lord Wen, and Lord Wen took it calmly. They got along as harmoniously as before.

So what went wrong?

……

Wen Hemian had no idea what Lai Xi was thinking.

As long as Xie Lang has no intention of exposing it in person, there is still room for maneuver.

After the meal, she naturally proposed the idea of ​​sending the memorial back to the palace.

"Your Majesty was 'poisoned' two days ago. It was fine to cover up the truth, but now that you've woken up, I shouldn't continue to help you deal with it. It's easy to be criticized."

Wen Hemian expressed the concerns of some court officials: "No one wants another Ning Hechu to appear in the future."

Now that the biggest enemy is still there, no one will say anything to Wen Hemian, but she knows that some people below have objections.

Xie Lang: "Well, I understand. Master, you have worked hard. I will ask someone to get it back now."