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

...Qixi Festival?

what?

The thoughts in Wen Hemian's mind were a beat slower.

The sense of weirdness was finally explained at this moment, and she suddenly realized that today seemed to be the Chinese Valentine's Day.

She never celebrated this festival, except for the time she came out to meet Murong Yue last year, but that was a quick visit and she left in a hurry.

In previous years, no one cared about it in the palace, so I had no idea that there was such a lively scene outside.

Xie Lang probably knew this, so he kidnapped her before she could react.

The word is not quite used properly, but it does mean that.

I didn't expect that I would be fooled because of a negligence.

Wen Hemian pinched his palms, poured himself another glass of wine and continued drinking, secretly telling himself to stay calm.

How had she imagined she would deal with such a situation?

Xie Lang seemed unaware of the solemn aura emanating from her, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Teacher, don't you want to see the fireworks? They are beautiful."

Although Xie Lang later found out the reason for what happened last year, he still couldn't help but care about it. He had never gone out with his teacher on the Chinese Valentine's Day!

He expected that Wen Hemian would not know what day it was, so he brought her out openly and sat here with him to watch the fireworks.

Xie Lang propped up his chin and smiled leisurely. His eyes were illuminated by the lights, which was very beautiful. There was a bit of nostalgia in his tone: "When I celebrated my first birthday, my teacher also took me to watch the fireworks. At that time, I was thinking that if I had the chance, I would prepare a grand fireworks display for my teacher."

The slight touch in my heart at that time has now turned into a deeper desire.

I want to completely embrace this person in my arms.

Wen Hemian should have guessed that Xie Lang was behind this. She admitted that the scene was beautiful and suppressed many random analyses in her mind, thinking that maybe this was just missing her childhood.

But it doesn't necessarily mean what she thinks, right?

But soon, Xie Lang's words shattered her fantasy.

"Teacher wants me to be a wise ruler. I can work hard to learn to do that, and I can also slowly change this world into what you want to see."

"I still have a promise that I haven't fulfilled yet. I want to beg the teacher to give me a little reward, okay?"

Wen Hemian's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his heart felt hot. Even if he was slow to react, he should have realized that something was wrong: "What do you want to say?"

The young man grew very fast. It was obvious that he had to look up at her before, but now he is tall and strong. When he doesn't restrain his aura, the majestic aura of an emperor is fully revealed, carrying a strong sense of oppression.

But when he was in front of Wen Hemian, his aura quickly softened, like a wolf that had taken off its guard and was left with only docility.

"I just want the teacher to stay with me forever."

The fireworks outside slowly died down, and the young man's voice brushed past his ears along with the breeze. Wen Hemian could hear clearly what he was saying, and his whole body stiffened slightly.

She thought Xie Lang restrained himself and meant he had let it go, but now it seems that she was wrong.

From the beginning to the end, he never thought of giving up this idea, but he was just worried about something and didn't take action.

She finally realized that she had been wrong.

Wen Hemian took a deep breath, and couldn't tell which emotion was more dominant now. The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and his voice remained calm: "Your Majesty, do you know what you are saying?"

Wen Hemian did not impose too much restrictions on Xie Lang's growth. At most, he gave him some guidance to keep him from going astray.

Even when he later developed feelings for her, she thought it was harmless rebellion and wanted him to get back on the right track, but the result was the opposite.

He never thought about letting go.

It was at this moment that he revealed his ambition.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about." Xie Lang replied seriously. He looked at Wen Hemian and said sincerely, "Teacher and I are the closest people in this world. Even if we are really together, what's the harm? Besides, you clearly promised me..."

He suppressed the second half of the sentence.

Wen Hemian clearly heard the stubbornness hidden in it.

She felt a little dizzy and propped up the table with her hands. There was a sense of calm despair in her voice: "You also know that I am your teacher?"

Wen Hemian had been calm and self-cultivating for many years, and for the first time he had an urge to open Xie Lang's head to see what was inside - why didn't it make sense?

"Let's not even mention that."

Wen Hemian considers herself an open-minded modern person, and she does not discriminate against teacher-student relationships.

"We have been together for many years. I treat you as a relative and a foster brother. How do you want me to respond?"

Wen Hemian's lips trembled, and he thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an adjective.

She never dreamed that she would be at a loss for words at this moment.

Staring at Xie Lang, feeling very disappointed with him.

Xie Lang, on the other hand, appeared calm and composed, as if he had already prepared himself to face her questioning.

"The teacher also knows that I have grown up."

"You don't need to know how to deal with me. Just treat me as an ordinary man."

Xie Lang lowered his eyebrows and looked very kind.

But the words that came out of his mouth were so impolite.

After calming down, Wen Hemian still felt dizzy, but she still tried to stay alert: "Then your majesty must be sure, can you tell the difference yourself?"

It was still the same question she had thought of at the beginning: Can Xie Lang tell the difference between attachment and admiration?

Without having to say it, Xie Lang instantly understood what she meant. He leaned forward slightly and grabbed one of Wen Hemian's hands: "I can tell the difference."

He answered quickly and confidently.

Wen Hemian could believe that he was indeed sincere at the moment, but enthusiasm came and went quickly. What's more, he was an emperor. Who could have thought whether he would regret it in the future?

She has lived two lives. As an elder, she is calmer and less likely to be dominated by emotions. She should give him the correct guidance on these matters.

Wen Hemian did not reply, but quietly pulled his hand away. His head was still dizzy, but every word he said was clear: "I can pretend that I didn't hear what happened tonight, but Your Majesty, please think about it carefully again."

Xie Lang's expression turned extremely ugly for a moment.

He stared at Wen Hemian intently, his eyes seemed to be filled with countless emotions, but they were quickly suppressed one by one, and finally returned to calm: "Okay."

Wen Hemian avoided his gaze, closed his eyes slightly, and felt very dizzy. He no longer had the energy to argue with him.

Just as she was feeling uncomfortable, two hands gently rubbed her temples, and she heard the young man laughing:

"I forgot to tell you, Master, that wine tastes sweet, but it actually has a strong aftereffect. Most people can't handle it."

From the beginning to now, Wen Hemian has drunk no less than five cups.