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

Chapter 182 Sheltering Her from the Wind and Rain

At first, Xie Lang only wanted to be an emperor with great power, but with Wen Hemian by his side, he had higher aspirations, and he wanted to be both civil and military.

Even though he knew that he had raised his child astray, Wen Hemian still found it shocking.

She sighed, "Is it to fulfill my wish? Your Majesty, sometimes, I would rather you be more selfish."

From the moment they first met, Wen Hemian naturally had an information gap. This asymmetry was slowly made up by Xie Lang's ten years of consistent pursuit.

Now he is still like this, which makes Wen Hemian feel a little guilty.

"Who said I have no selfish motives?"

Xie Lang smiled and tilted his head: "Master, do you really not know what my selfish motives are?"

She was the only one in the emperor's eyes.

Wen Hemian had never felt so clearly that the so-called selfishness was her.

She laughed: "What kind of selfishness is this?"

"Why not?"

Xie Lang said seriously: "I only need the Grand Tutor."

In Xie Lang's eyes, other mundane things could never be more important than Wen Hemian.

He just wanted to be a better monarch because of Wen Hemian.

"Whatever you say."

Wen Hemian couldn't interfere too much with Xie Lang's thoughts, nor did he want to interfere. No matter what selfish motives there were, as long as everything was fine, it was fine.

He is not the kind, gentle and gentle gentleman type, so there is no need to worry too much about him.

"But going is no joke."

Wen Hemian's expression became serious. She waved her hand, motioning Xie Lang to come to her.

Xie Lang went over happily.

Wen Hemian: "The battlefield is different from the court. If you want to lead the army in person, it would be best to talk to the generals more these days."

According to the description in the book, Xie Lang definitely has a talent for leading troops in battle, but that doesn't mean he won't get hurt.

The book briefly mentions how miserable the villain is, but when it comes to Xie Lang, it is real. He feels pain when he is injured and may face the threat of death at any time.

He is not a paper man, but a real flesh and blood body.

These are all things they need to consider.

"Yeah." Xie Lang agreed, and suddenly moved closer to Wen Hemian, thinking, "Hanshuang, you look really worried about me."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wen Hemian's eyes were slightly stern: "You are mine... How could I not be worried about something as dangerous as going to the battlefield?"

Wen Hemian knew that he had a typical contradictory mentality. He hoped that Xie Lang would go, but at the same time he didn't want him to go. He felt awkward saying this in front of him, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but avert his eyes.

But His Majesty the Emperor has obviously missed the point.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he subconsciously grabbed Wen Hemian's hand, and asked with a little trembling and excitement: "Master, just now you wanted to ask, what am I to you?"

Wen Hemian is introverted and calm in nature, so Xie Lang always has to knock slowly to find a crack, so he pays close attention to every change.

Fortunately, he has changed his approach compared to before. He is gentle yet strong, and does not annoy others.

Wen Hemian glanced at him helplessly: "You really are..."

She couldn't really tell what it was.

After a moment, he fell to the wolf cub's gaze filled with strong expectation and desire.

"Just say you are my little husband, okay?"

Having heard everything, Xie Lang would not give up without a satisfactory answer. Wen Hemian knew that he was a ferocious beast that kept its claws and fangs retracted and pretended to be obedient, but he still couldn't do anything to him.

Xie Lang quickly leaned over and pecked her on the cheek: "Husband is husband, why do you have to add a little word? I'm not little..."

Men always have a strange desire to win or lose in certain things.

"Xie Lang." Wen Hemian narrowed his eyes, looking uneasy, "Am I wrong to say that?"

That is to say, when they are alone together, people around them will retreat away, otherwise what Xie Lang said would be truly disrespectful.

Is this the right thing to say in this situation?

"Yes, it's my fault."

When his full name was called, Xie Lang quickly straightened his expression.

He slapped his mouth, obviously very happy: "I am the husband of the Taifu."

Normally he would call her "Grand Tutor Hanshuang" by both titles and he didn't think it was a big deal, but this sentence sounded strange. Putting himself in her shoes, Wen Hemian could roughly understand what those officials who were secretly plotting against her were thinking.

Anyway, in modern times, you will definitely not pass the teaching qualification exam.

Wen Hemian shook his head, shaking off the strange thoughts in his mind: "Let's talk business."

"It won't hurt to talk about it when we get back."

It gets dark late at this time of year and it's light outside, so it's hard for people to notice the passage of time. Xie Lang came here on time and waited for a long time.

To put it in another place, it won’t delay anything.

Wen Hemian was worried that he had not recovered from his illness and that horse racing and archery in the afternoon would be very physically demanding, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay."

The weather is hot and my appetite is poor, so the imperial kitchen prepares some refreshing side dishes, which, when paired with porridge, make a light and refreshing meal.

After Wen Hemian put down her bowl and chopsticks, the rest was basically taken up by Xie Lang. She thought to herself that this emperor was quite frugal.

Perhaps due to his experience of not having enough food to eat and not having enough clothes to wear when he was young, Xie Lang never wastes food, is not picky about food, and has no rule of only taking three pieces of food from a plate with his chopsticks. It is very worry-free just to watch him.

After dinner, we went for a walk in the garden to digest the food and continue the unfinished topic.

"In recent years, the generals have been respected and their situation is better than before. They are grateful to you, so communication should be easier."

There were problems in the middle of Da Zhao. The emphasis on culture over military affairs was a legacy of that time, otherwise there would not be no one available at the border. In the end, Wen Chengyuan volunteered to guard the border.

When Xie Langchu took control of the real power, he had been considering this issue, and he gradually sent his trusted ministers out to gain experience. Now he has finally trained a new generation, thus avoiding the hidden danger of a lack of successors.

"not necessarily."

Xie Lang said: "Their attitude towards the royal family is not as optimistic as imagined."

Being neglected and excluded is not something that happens overnight. In their eyes, Xie Lang may be considered a qualified emperor, but whether he is a wise leader worthy of their following is probably still under consideration.

"You are you, and the late emperor is the late emperor. If they understand, they should know that they cannot be confused with each other."

Wen Hemian pondered: "It's hard to change an impression, but I can't just say it all at once. Let's test their attitude first."

"Yes." Xie Lang comforted her softly, "Leave this matter to me. It will take some time. Hanshuang, don't worry too much."

Xie Lang was extremely sensitive to Wen Hemian's emotional changes. He saw her anxiety and could only comfort her in his own clumsy way.

Perhaps it was the instinct of an older person, but subconsciously, she still regarded him as someone who needed care.

But the weak boy from the past was able to hug her and protect her from the wind and rain.