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

The person in front of him was wearing a dark green long dress, which was clearly a low-key color, but she seemed to be covered with a layer of cold halo, which was completely different from the pure and gorgeous beauty when she wore the scarlet official uniform.

Xie Lang had imagined her wearing women's clothes many times, but none of them could compare to the shock he felt when he saw it with his own eyes.

Like the cold moonlight, frost and snow in my arms.

"I, Master..."

The young man, who had been walking steadily when he came here, suddenly seemed to be panicked and couldn't say anything for a long time.

It's rare to capture a bit of immaturity.

Wen Hemian didn't want to sigh on his birthday, so he said, "Go in and sit down first."

The rules of the world are stingy. After the judgment task was completed, Wen Hemian's already shaky cover-up finally lost its effect completely in the past few days.

The system said it was powerless, and Wen Hemian could only try to go out less often.

On the surface, it seems that she wants to keep a low profile, but in fact, she has to keep a low profile.

It was her birthday, a rare happy day every year, and she didn't want to continue wearing a mask, so she made this decision.

Anyway, Xie Lang already knew her true identity, so it didn't matter what she wore.

But the development of things was a little unexpected.

Xie Lang sat down in a panic.

He didn't even blink, not wanting to move away from Wen Hemian, and his voice was a little dumb without him realizing it: "It looks good."

Wen Hemian's fingertips condensed for a moment, and he paused without making a sound, then poured the tea and pushed it towards him: "Drink."

Thinking back, it was better before his identity was exposed. Now facing Xie Lang, Wen Hemian had no idea how to get along with him.

Not to mention that this brat has some shameful thoughts in his mind.

Xie Lang drank the cup of tea and felt a little calmer.

I still don’t know where to put my eyes.

I always feel that no matter where I land, it would be a blasphemy to this person.

"It seems that the people around the Master don't welcome me."

After a while he said this.

With his eyes downcast, he seemed to be feeling a little aggrieved.

Wen Hemian was choked with anger.

It would be strange if it was welcomed.

The few who were closer to him could basically see that the little emperor had evil intentions. If the secret guards had not been hiding in the dark, the scene would not be like this now.

But she couldn't really say that.

"It's an illusion. Eat first, or the food will get cold."

The meal was prepared separately for Xie Lang. In front of Wen Hemian was a bowl of longevity noodles, which Qingyun personally made for her. It was topped with eggs and green vegetables. It was light and refreshing, just right for that weather.

The candlelight flickered and swayed. The moon rose outside, and the moonlight was bright. No one came to disturb, and it seemed particularly quiet.

Just now I was asking Xie Lang if he was not used to it, but I didn't expect that I was the one who was not used to it. The two of them rarely talked and quickly finished their dinner.

Wen Hemian put down his bowl and chopsticks, and immediately met the young man's clear and moist eyes, which seemed to be shining under the flickering candlelight, especially bright. He stood up impatiently: "Wait for me."

The relationship between the two is now strange and awkward. Wen Hemian is not sure what he wants to do. Even though he is nervous, he has to face what is about to happen.

When Xie Lang came back again, he was holding something in his hand, which was wrapped in cloth and it was impossible to tell what it was.

Wen Hemian's eyebrows jumped again.

Xie Lang had already placed the thing in front of her, with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Hanshuang, open it and take a look?"

Well, just because of this address, Wen Hemian already had some uneasy thoughts in his mind.

Even though he was mentally prepared, when he removed the outer layer of cloth and saw the thing, Wen Hemian's breathing couldn't help but slow down slightly, and his fingertips froze visibly.

This is an iron certificate with words written on it, engraved and inlaid with gold, and is slightly larger than a palm.

Wen Hemian knew very well what this was.

A golden certificate, or in other words, a golden medal of immunity from death.

The Wen family fought together with the founding emperor to conquer the world, and they originally had a piece of the jade that has been passed down from generation to generation. It is also the only piece in the entire jade. Now, Xie Lang gave her another piece.

"and this."

Xie Lang struck while the iron was hot and quickly took out another thing hidden in his sleeve. It was bright yellow in color, and when he shook it open, he found it was a blank imperial edict with a seal already on it.

Either of these two things alone is enough to make one's jaw drop.

They have a close relationship, and unlike ordinary kings and their subjects, birthday gifts are given with emphasis on the thought rather than the value.

Wen Hemian didn't expect that in this year, he would give her two extremely valuable gifts.

Xie Lang stared at her with burning eyes, "Why don't you say anything? Don't you like it?"

Wen Hemian was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and his expression was not clear: "This is not appropriate."

If it was just an ordinary birthday gift, she could accept it calmly, but she felt that she couldn't afford these two. If word got out, the whole capital would probably explode.

"Nothing inappropriate."

Xie Lang's face changed slightly, but he still tried to suppress the emotions surging in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Master, if you think it is inappropriate, you can keep it at home and not tell outsiders. It will be a secret between you and me. But you are qualified to accept this thing."

He said, glancing sideways again: "You always say that I am a qualified monarch. As an emperor, the decisions I make should not be changed every day. Isn't that right?"

Wen Hemian looked at the young man standing in front of her.

He has beautiful features and a slender figure. Although he is still a little childish, he is decisive and efficient in his methods and can easily control people's hearts, not only others', but also her own.

I have also learned to use these principles to stop people.

She didn't know whether to feel relieved or laugh.

Wen Hemian was very confused. She did not respond. Her whole body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost. She spoke in a low voice, "Xie Lang, is it really necessary? You are the emperor. You can find a good girl to accompany you in the future, or have three thousand beauties in your harem. But just for me..."

"That's because I don't need anyone else."

Xie Lang interrupted her, the smile in his eyes completely disappeared, until he became expressionless: "Hanshuang, you can reject me, but you shouldn't push me to someone else. I know what I want, just like before."

He initially wanted revenge and wanted to seize power, so he pretended to be good and acted like a spoiled child and clung to Wen Hemian just to achieve his wish.

Later, after a long time of companionship and true love, he just wanted this person to stay with him forever.

In that case, isn't it natural for him to be attracted to her?

He could give her time to recover slowly, instead of being like this now.

"Today is your birthday, I don't want to make you unhappy."

The young man leaned forward slightly, lifted a strand of hair that fell on her cheek, and tucked it behind her ear carefully.

There was a dark color in his eyes that seemed to be able to swallow people.

"I'm leaving first, goodbye."