flstandardbreds Chapter 174 Xie Huaichuan, what are you afraid of?
Chapter 174 Xie Huaichuan, what are you afraid of?
He couldn't do anything more outrageous in public. At most, like many other lovers, he would hold her hand silently in private and convey some unknown feelings.
Only when their lanterns had completely disappeared from sight did Xie Lang move and take Wen Hemian somewhere else.
The storyteller was still talking non-stop, and perhaps because today was special, he was no longer telling strange anecdotes, but small stories related to the Chinese Valentine's Day.
Among them, the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl is the most enduring one.
The storyteller spoke in a very slow tone, giving people the same strong sense of immersion as always. The men and women in the audience were more or less sentimental.
But after listening to it, Xie Lang just sneered.
Wen Hemian also smiled and leaned back in his chair, turning his head to ask him: "Do you have a different opinion on this?"
Xie Lang hummed, his expression mocking: "He used despicable means just to make a woman stay and suffer with him, and even give birth to his children. How can he be called a good match?"
This is true and to the point.
Wen Hemian nodded: "Indeed."
"But..." She suddenly changed the subject, "You were..."
Xie Lang guessed what she wanted to say, and suddenly interrupted the topic, lowering his voice: "I didn't mean to trap you forever, I was just too scared. Calm down, I won't force you."
After all, he is not the sinister and cold-blooded tyrant in the original book. He is the monarch that Wen Hemian has taught from the bottom of his heart. The gloomy and vigilant wolf cub will also be infected by the warm company.
Wen Hemian snorted and laughed: "You have forced me to do things before, is that not enough?"
Every time he kissed her, he did it without any warning. She could see that Xie Lang was very bold.
This autocratic look really made him look like a qualified emperor. For a moment, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Xie Lang secretly glanced at her, confirming that he was only teasing her and not blaming her, and then he curled his lips quietly: "Sorry."
He doesn't seem to be seriously repentant.
Wen Hemian was too lazy to argue with him and turned his gaze away.
There was no curfew on the Qixi Festival. After they finished listening to the storytellers, it was already late. It happened that they were planning to live outside the palace for the next few days, so they could just go straight back to the palace.
After the last heart-to-heart chat, although Qingyun still felt awkward about the two of them being together, he felt much better after all. At least he could return to his previous attitude, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to be twisted.
On the way back, he saw Wen Hemian yawning several times. Xie Lang went to take a shower on his side, thinking that he would see someone waiting for him on the bed, but he found that she was wearing a snow-white nightgown and sitting on a small couch by the window.
Hearing footsteps, he looked up and smiled: "Come over for a drink?"
Wen Hemian raised his hand, and Xie Lang realized belatedly that it was not a teacup, but a wine glass. There was also a wine glass on the empty seat opposite.
Xie Lang looked at him and for some reason his heart skipped a beat. Mumu walked over and sat down, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
The aroma of wine is light, mixed with the scent of flowers, sweet and delicious, but the taste is...hiss, a little familiar.
After Xie Lang finished a glass, he was puzzled: "Where did the Master find this wine?"
"I have traveled extensively over the years and have always gained something. I happened to get two pots of wine from a traveling merchant. The taste was familiar to me. I temporarily left them at the farm and asked someone to deliver them to me a few days ago."
Wen Hemian held his chin up and looked at him slowly: "Your Majesty used this wine to trick me once before, I remember it clearly."
...was punished later.
Xie Lang said fluently: "I was wrong."
But then he grabbed Huadian again, his expression a little dazed: "Taifu knew that I kissed you then?"
He even remembered the taste of the wine clearly, let alone other things. The more Xie Lang thought about it, the more loopholes he felt.
"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Wen Hemian smiled and poured him another glass.
In this situation, even if there was wine here, even if it was a poisonous soup, Xie Lang would still have no choice but to drink it.
Wen Hemian was really merciless and poured him five cups in a blink of an eye. Fortunately, the alcohol tolerance that Xie Lang had developed over the years was enough to keep him sober.
He lowered his eyes, held the wine glass loosely, and asked, "Has the Master calmed down?"
"What if I say no?" Wen Hemian was a little curious, "Will you continue drinking?"
After all, it happened so long ago. I wouldn't be that angry when I think about it now. I just want Xie Lang to learn a lesson.
"Don't drink anymore."
Xie Lang begged for mercy. No one could compare to him in terms of shamelessness: "Master, please be kind and spare me."
If they really want to settle the score, it won't be a matter of these few glasses of wine. Wen Hemian was obviously being too gentle, and both of them knew it.
"I thought you would hold on a little longer."
Wen Hemian smiled, withdrew his gaze, and drank a glass of wine himself.
Having learned from her previous experience, she didn't dare drink too much.
Xie Lang heaved a sigh of relief. As the alcohol wore off, his will became less stable. His eyelashes trembled and he asked in a low voice, "During those three years, I missed Master Tai a lot. Master Tai...did you ever think of me?"
He used extreme means when they met again, and even when he looked directly into Wen Hemian's eyes, he felt guilty. He didn't dare to ask more. Now that the old matter was brought up again, he felt more confident.
"Of course I have thought about it." Wen Hemian sighed slowly, "Every time I want to give you something, I'm afraid of revealing the secret, so I keep it in reserve and bring you to see it later."
Xie Lang's eyes lit up: "Master, you are so kind."
"That's enough, let's take a break."
Wen Hemian found his drunken appearance funny and amusing, so he reached out to hold his hand, which was quickly held tightly.
Xie Lang followed her hand and hugged her tightly from behind.
Wen Hemian had no choice but to walk towards the bed with heavy steps, but the person behind her was obviously not at ease. He bit her ear and kissed her closely. The floral scent mixed with the aroma of wine came to her face, so strong that it almost drowned her.
Wen Hemian felt a little uncomfortable.
She pinched Xie Lang's arm: "Relax."
I don't know where such great strength came from, as if he was afraid that she would run away, so he held her very tightly every time. Wen Hemian could hardly breathe.
Awakened somewhat by the pain, Xie Lang obediently loosened his grip, buried his head and rubbed her shoulders and neck, his voice hoarse: "It's uncomfortable. If you are sleepy, take a rest first. I'll go to the bathroom..."
He pushed Wen Hemian to sit on the bed and stood up himself. He was about to turn around and walk out while talking, but then his clothes were unexpectedly grabbed by someone.
It was clearly a very light force, but he could no longer move at all. He could only stand there in a daze, waiting for judgment.
He turned his head and clenched his fingertips almost imperceptibly, but if you looked closely you could still see some trembling.
Wen Hemian lowered her eyes, her expression unclear, her ears still blushing, her coldness mixed with a bit of charm, her usually gentle voice revealed a hint of questioning: "Xie Huaichuan, what are you afraid of?"