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

Chapter 209 "Your Majesty, sometimes you don't have to be so sensible."

This was the scene Xie Lang saw when he hurried into the courtyard in the cold wind.

In this battle, he and many soldiers in the army went through life and death. The emperor who used to sit high in the Mingtang led the troops and personally led them deep into the enemy camp to win a surprise victory. The generals who were originally doubtful in their hearts were now completely convinced.

When Xie Lang was anxious to come back to see people, they took the initiative to take care of some of the aftermath matters so that Xie Lang could get back faster.

The relationship between His Majesty and Lord Wen was no secret among the high-ranking officials in the capital, but no one had publicized it before knowing the specific plans of the two.

This time, Wen Hemian traveled thousands of miles to the border and worked day and night in the military camp. Seeing this attitude, everyone couldn't help but sigh at the deep love between the two.

So, under the eager gaze of his subordinates, Xie Lang was finally able to take a few days off and rush back to reunite with Wen Hemian.

Wen Hemian was wearing a light-colored dress today, with a white cloak on the outside. His entire neck was buried in the fluffy collar. He looked plain, but his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were so noble that they could not be suppressed.

It makes people feel warm in their hearts when they see it.

Seeing him coming, Wen Hemian looked over and was a little surprised: "Did you really catch up?"

The waiter was considerate and quickly served another bowl of mutton soup and handed it to Xie Lang who was walking over.

Xie Lang took it, took a sip, and all his anxiety was soothed by this bowl of hot mutton soup. He waved to the waiter to go down, and then sat down next to Wen Hemian.

"I promised to come back to accompany you."

Xie Lang subconsciously lowered his voice, looked at her carefully, and said in a low voice: "Are you still angry?"

"Yeah." Wen Hemian replied indifferently. She suddenly became curious, "Your Majesty, are you doing this to avenge me for leaving without saying goodbye?"

"Where!"

Xie Lang was instantly furious, his eyes widened: "Hanshuang, you are wronging me."

He only needed to experience that heart-wrenching feeling once. After all, he was the one who made the mistake first. He pressed the issue step by step, acting impulsively and recklessly. No wonder Wen Hemian chose to escape.

“…This time, it was really an accident.”

Xie Lang said: "There were more than one wave of barbarians attacking us. We were indeed in the valley that day, but I noticed it in advance and led another wave of barbarians to the valley. The wind was strong and the snow was heavy, so they couldn't see clearly and were blown up. At that time, I thought, why not take advantage of their own tricks and let them kill each other, then..."

That’s how the following events happened.

He looked at Wen Hemian with a guilty conscience: "I have arranged everything in advance."

Wen Hemian looked at him kindly: "It's the same whether I'm here or not, right?"

Xie Lang hurriedly shook his head.

Thinking of how tired he had been for many days, Wen Hemian didn't want to pursue the issue with him at this point. He leaned over to look at the pot, and his heart softened: "Let's eat the meat first. We can discuss other things when we have free time."

Let's just let this pass for now.

Xie Lang breathed a sigh of relief and enjoyed dinner with her.

Having a bowl of this in winter, the mutton is tender and the smell of mutton is suppressed by the dipping sauce, leaving a mellow and rich taste in the mouth. It is different from what I eat in Beijing, and it is really delicious compared to the bland meals these days.

"How long can you stay this time when you come back?"

After estimating that he was about 70% full, Wen Hemian calmly put down his bowl and chopsticks and began to interrogate Xie Lang.

"About three to five days." Xie Lang said, "With the fire guns, the barbarians can't defeat our soldiers. I estimate that they will surrender in a few days."

The New Year has passed, and when they return to the court, it will probably be the beginning of spring, when the grass is growing and the birds are singing. In this way, the next year of their reunion will have passed.

"That's not bad." Wen Hemian said leisurely, "It's time to end."

War is bound to bring casualties, and she wants to see a peaceful and prosperous world.

Xie Lang finished cooking the last bit of mutton in the pot, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and responded to her: "Yes, it's all done."

"The system said it wanted to tell us a story, but when you came back, it disappeared again."

Wen Hemian started laughing as he spoke and glanced around. He didn't find the unreliable system, so he could only give up for the time being.

She actually wanted to know the long story that the system was telling, but the system would not tell it until both of them were present, so she missed it many times.

"It's okay. There's still time to go back and listen."

Xie Lang cares about the present.

He reached out and touched the woman's cheek, which was a little cold, so he covered her cheek with his hand.

Wen Hemian shrank subconsciously, his eyebrows curved: "Okay, let's go back to the room to wash up after eating, you are covered in dust."

Xie Lang didn't hear any disdain in these words, but he still took his hand back obediently and didn't do anything disgusting: "Okay."

It's so cold that taking a shower is a torture. The conditions here are not as good as in Beijing. There is no floor heating. The only thing that makes the room a little warm is the stove.

Wen Hemian lowered his brows and carefully applied ointment on his hands. He was so busy that he had no time to take care of himself. He actually got frostbite for the first time this year. Although it was not too serious, if he did not take it seriously, it would relapse next year.

Just have to take good care of it.

After Xie Lang finished bathing, he came out from behind the screen and walked to the stove to dry the moisture on his body. Then he slowly approached her, his eyes full of heartache: "Let's go back and ask the imperial physician to take a look."

Wen Hemian didn't think there was anything wrong with this. She laughed and said, "You are concerned about my hand? Your Majesty, your injury is probably more serious, right?"

It seems that they only report good news and not bad news, but on the battlefield, it is not possible to escape danger every time. Wen Hemian has heard Zhou Ting talk about the crises they encountered several times, and it can be said that they were fraught with danger.

Xie Lang subconsciously said: "No..."

"Whether you have it or not, take off your clothes and let me see it. Isn't it obvious?"

Wen Hemian immediately grasped the key point.

Xie Lang was speechless.

Meeting those clear and gentle eyes, he couldn't resist after all.

After a while, the belt was untied and the clothes were slightly open.

It was the first time that she saw his body in such a formal occasion. His skin color was slightly darker than hers, and it was obvious that he had always lived a life of luxury.

Wen Hemian lowered his eyes, raised his hand and stroked the hideous and criss-crossed scars on his chest, which had obviously just healed, and his eyes darkened.

"Does it hurt?"

Xie Lang froze for a moment, then held her hand, his twilight was dark and heavy, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It doesn't hurt now."

It must have hurt at the time.

Wen Hemian took a deep breath to suppress the sour feeling rising from his heart, and as if with a little pity, he lowered his head and rested it on his shoulder and neck.

"After getting hurt this time, don't get hurt again in the future."

Xie Lang's body tensed slightly. He felt that her soft voice did not sound like she was distressed, but rather seducing him.

"Okay." He replied in a low voice.

As if she felt the changes in the other person's body, Wen Hemian laughed muffledly twice, with the corners of her lips slightly raised. After a moment, she looked up, took the young man's hand and placed it on her belt.

"Your Majesty, sometimes you don't have to be so sensible."