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

Chapter 162: Like the bright moon stained with worldly dust, coming towards him

"Crackling——"

At first, Xie Lang didn't react to what Wen Hemian meant. When he came to his senses, he stood up suddenly and his hand swept across the table without noticing. The teacup and books fell to the ground with a messy sound.

He widened his eyes slightly, staring at Wen Hemian in surprise, unable to say a word.

Wen Hemian smiled faintly, his expression gentle, like the bright moon stained by the mundane world, pure and elegant, coming towards him.

She said this suddenly, and there seemed to be a hint of teasing in her smile. After a moment, she raised her eyes to see how he would react.

Xie Lang was dazzled by that smile, and it took him a long while to come out of his daze. He spoke uncontrollably: "You, I... Han Shuang, you just said, you want, you want..."

I said a lot of random things but didn't get to the point.

Wen Hemian kindly reminded: "It's not me who thinks, it's you who thinks."

Wen Hemian thought about it and realized that she had already talked it out with her father. It would not be a good idea to continue to be shy in front of Xie Lang. She just had a whim.

But she never regretted what she said, and the timing was right. She really wanted to hear what Xie Lang thought about this issue.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. When she asked this question, it meant that she was ready to accept Xie Lang and start a new journey.

"You haven't come to your senses yet, are you stupid?"

As soon as these words fell, a shadow was cast in front of Wen Hemian, and Xie Lang leaned over and hugged her.

They were sitting and standing, and because of the height difference, Xie Lang seemed a little awkward in doing this action, but he didn't feel it was strenuous at all. Instead, he intimately pressed his cheek against Wen Hemian's, and his breathing was a little disordered.

He did not say what he thought, but asked softly, "Do you want to be the queen?"

Speaking of legitimacy, the position of queen is of course the best choice. The deep love between the emperor and the queen is also what Xie Lang had thought about.

Young men in their teens and 18s are more reckless. They just want to give the best things to their loved ones without considering whether that is what she wants.

But now Xie Lang thinks more and more comprehensively.

"If you want to be the queen, you will be the only one in the palace. There are three thousand rivers, but I only drink from one."

"But I know that you have your own ambitions and cannot let go of state affairs. You definitely don't want to be trapped in the deep palace, so if you become a minister and maintain our current status, it would not be bad."

Xie Lang spoke gently, and then he chuckled, "But no matter what, I won't have a harem. I said, I only want you."

He rested his chin on the woman's shoulder and neck, rubbing it for a while, then suddenly stopped moving and lowered his voice: "Or being my subject during the day and my queen at night is also a good idea."

After Xie Lang finished speaking, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible. Just as he was about to say something else, Wen Hemian twisted his waist lightly.

"Are you thinking too far?"

As soon as Xie Lang became non-serious, Wen Hemian knew what he would be thinking, and this was not within her consideration for the moment.

"Not far."

Xie Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and as if he was unsure again, he asked cautiously: "So Han Shuang, do you agree to try it with me?"

Wen Hemian was cold and distant, and the kindness I had shown him in the past was mostly based on the relationship between teacher and student.

After the reunion, Xie Lang was ready to wait for a long time. It was more important to keep the person. As long as Wen Hemian was there, they had a long way to go.

He could sense that Wen Hemian was becoming more and more relaxed day by day, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

Wen Hemian sighed softly: "Your Majesty has persuaded my father, so isn't it inevitable that he will win?"

Wen Hemian had no intention of exploring what he and Wen Chengyuan had said. He could only be sure that it must be about her and nothing bad would happen, so that was good.

This was obviously the answer Xie Lang wanted. He stepped back a little, said nothing, and just stared at Wen Hemian pitifully. His eyes were so bright that they could not be easily ignored.

"Do you really want to hear me say this?" Wen Hemian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but his next words were very serious, "Yes, I'm willing to give it a try with you."

Although the groundwork had been laid before, saying this was not as difficult as imagined.

Wen Hemian hesitated for a moment, raised his head, covered the emperor's eyes with his hands, leaned forward slightly, and kissed the corner of his lips: "... This proves it, right?"

In the past, Xie Lang always took the initiative in kissing, while she was in a passive position. Due to her personality, Wen Hemian was not as enthusiastic as Xie Lang in this regard.

"Of course...no!"

The blindfolded emperor curled his lips maliciously. Wen Hemian sensed something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but he was grabbed by the emperor's hand and his way of retreat was blocked.

A strong and aggressive kiss followed.

Wen Hemian was puzzled. What was wrong with this kid? He kissed her when he was happy and when he was unhappy? Where did he develop this hobby?

However, reality did not allow her to think too much. After kissing for an unknown amount of time, Xie Lang was finally satisfied and let her go.

"Hanshuang, I'm really happy."

Perhaps because his wish had been fulfilled, the gloom between Xie Lang's brows disappeared, and he was like a happy big dog.

Wen Hemian also rarely showed a relaxed smile and touched his hair: "Okay, I got it, let me go."

It wasn't the hottest yet, but if I moved a little, I would start sweating. And with Xie Lang like a stove sticking to me, it felt sticky and uncomfortable.

"you dislike me."

Xie Lang groaned twice in grievance, finally let her go and stood up.

While he was tidying up Wen Hemian's messy collar, he glanced at the mess on the floor. After he stopped what he was doing, he told Lai Xi to come in and clean up.

He and Wen Hemian moved to another position and sat down at the desk.

Lai Xi took a quick look and confirmed that both of them were fine, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who are close to him know that Lord Wen is skilled in martial arts. When he heard the noise outside just now, he thought that Lord Wen finally couldn't help but fight with His Majesty, and he was very worried.

Now that he had come in and taken a look, he realized that the situation was not what he had imagined, and he was finally relieved.

As long as they don't fight.

Today is a great day for Xie Lang.

Wen Hemian looked at the Emperor who could not wait to start writing the imperial edict, and was a little speechless.

She said politely: "Too much has happened these days, Your Majesty, you have to give the ministers some buffer time."

"Uh-huh."

Xie Lang agreed without hesitation, but his hands did not stop moving.

As if he had recited it silently in his mind thousands of times, he wrote two imperial edicts word for word correctly.

One letter appointed Wen Hemian as the chief minister of the cabinet, and the other clarified their relationship.

His handwriting is extremely similar to Wen Hemian's, and over the years of growth, he has honed his own character.

Just like him, he is no longer as naive and gullible as he was when he was young, but has become a truly majestic, cold and restrained emperor.

He has really grown up and now dares to hold her down and bite her.

Wen Hemian felt mixed emotions.