Upon learning what had happened at the post station, Wen Hemian was overjoyed: "Commander Huo is becoming more and more like a cold-blooded demon."
The word she used was how Huo Ping was described in the original book. Perhaps because Xie Lang's personality changed so much, Huo Ping's personality also changed a lot, and he was far less bloodthirsty than in the original book.
The nickname is quite interesting, and Wen Hemian would occasionally tease him about it.
Xie Lang responded softly, sitting quietly to the side with his eyes lowered, unusually not responding to Wen Hemian's words.
Wen Hemian asked worriedly, "Are you still feeling unwell? Wait a little longer, the medicine will be ready soon."
Xie Lang was very stubborn when he was still a little kid. Except when he was sick, he rarely showed his vulnerable side to Wen Hemian, unless he was extremely uncomfortable, like he is now.
Brewing the medicine takes time, and in the current situation, Xie Lang can only endure it on his own.
Wen Hemian had already cursed Ning Hechu a thousand times in her heart.
Upon hearing Wen Hemian's voice, Xie Lang smiled and was about to say that he was not feeling unwell when a slightly cool hand was placed on his forehead. A faint fragrance wafted over, causing him to pause for a moment.
That was the scent of Wen Heming.
The heat in his body was bearable, but after touching this aura, the suppressed desire stirred up again. Xie Lang's breath was slightly hot, and he almost subconsciously rubbed his hand against hers.
"It's so hot."
Wen Hemian was completely focused on his condition and naturally didn't notice this little action. She was startled by the burning temperature on Xie Lang's forehead.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that not only was the forehead hot, but the face was also flushed, just like when one has a fever.
She took a deep breath and turned around: "I'll go urge the imperial physician; this can't go on like this."
It's harmless, but it's still uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she felt her clothes being tugged.
Xie Lang was quite strong, and he couldn't leave Wen Hemian unless she deliberately struggled.
She stood there, and the boy gently raised his head, looking at her with hesitant eyes, his voice soft and gentle: "No, Grand Tutor, please stay and keep me company."
Xie Lang's eyes were slightly moist. As he spoke, his gaze almost uncontrollably fell on the lips of the person in front of him. The lips were bright red and looked soft and moist. He wanted to... touch them.
He wasn't an irrational person, but perhaps this drug really could amplify his desires infinitely, making it even more unbearable for him than for Wen Hemian to leave his side.
A very contradictory thought.
Wen Heming sighed as he was being stared at: "Aren't you really uncomfortable? Your Majesty, you're so old and still so willful?"
"It's not being willful," Xie Lang denied immediately. "Rushing me won't help. It's enough that the Grand Tutor is by my side. Really... is that not enough?"
As he spoke the second half of his sentence, his voice became even hoarser, sounding pitiful.
"Fine, fine, I can't argue with you."
What could Wen Hemian say? In any case, she wasn't the one who was suffering. Xie Lang himself was unwilling, and she couldn't force him.
She turned back and sat on the other side of the tatami mat. Her eyes caught sight of the chessboard on the table, and an idea struck her: "How about we play a game of chess to distract ourselves?"
Xie Lang had no objection to keeping the person.
So the two began to play chess.
Wen Hemian wasn't particularly enthusiastic about chess; he only learned it after he transmigrated because he was bored. He wasn't very good at it, but his chess skills were about the same as Xie Lang's, and they could play back and forth. Occasionally, when he encountered a difficult problem, he would hold the chess pieces and concentrate on thinking, oblivious to the outside world.
After drinking several cups of tea, Xie Lang finally began to realize that he had brought this upon himself.
He thought he had great self-control, but when it came to Wen Hemian, even the ten points were reduced to three, only making the fire in his heart burn brighter and brighter, and he began to regret why he had to pretend to be so obedient.
Because they were both so well-behaved, a distance always remained between them, making it seem like the Grand Tutor would never understand them.
He was willing to be a wise ruler, but now he felt that being a tyrant wasn't so bad, at least he could keep people in his arms without any scruples... and he wouldn't have to worry about these gentlemanly etiquette rules.
"His Majesty has lost."
Lost in thought, Wen Hemian placed a chess piece, instantly turning the tide of the game and leaving Xie Lang utterly defeated.
It cannot be ruled out that Xie Lang has a problem with concentration.
Wen Hemian asked with a smile, "Will you come again?"
Suddenly brought back to his senses by the gentle voice, and meeting those concerned and smiling eyes, Xie Lang felt as if he had been doused with cold water, and he came to his senses: "...Come."
He felt a little ashamed, realizing that he had truly been blinded by the drug. The Grand Tutor had been so good to him; how could he have such wicked thoughts?
If he really did that, Wen Heming wouldn't forgive him, would she?
Xie Lang took a deep breath and silently reminded himself to be patient and proceed step by step; he was not in a hurry.
"Wait a minute, the medicine is here. Drink it first and then we'll talk."
After waiting for so long, Wen Hemian finally saw Lai Xi's figure at the palace gate and breathed a sigh of relief.
Lai Xi walked very fast, but his hands were very steady, and he quickly brought the medicine over.
Because it had been cooled down beforehand, it wasn't too hot. Xie Lang picked it up, lowered his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.
Lai Xi: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Physician said that after taking the medicine, we need to observe him overnight. If he is fine tomorrow, then there is no need to worry."
Although Lai Xi knew that this matter was not his responsibility, he was still a little apprehensive when he learned that Xie Lang had taken Chinese medicine, fearing that something might happen to the young emperor. Fortunately, everything was alright.
After simmering for so long, the medicinal effects had almost worn off. After finishing the bowl of medicine, the bitterness shot straight to the top of his head. Xie Lang's expression grew even colder: "Hmm. No matter who comes tomorrow, I will not see them."
Lai Xi bowed and said, "Yes."
He was clever and quick-witted. He could tell from the situation that it was not a place for him to stay any longer, so after receiving instructions, he quickly took the empty medicine bowl and left.
Just as I turned my head away listlessly, a pale white hand appeared in front of me.
Wen Heming opened her palm, on which were two pieces of candied fruit. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "To get rid of the bitterness?"
Xie Lang has disliked taking medicine since childhood, and after gaining real power, he was even less willing to show his likes and dislikes in public. Wen Hemian had some candied fruit on him a couple of days ago, which he hadn't finished eating, and it came in handy.
She noticed a sudden glint in the boy's dark eyes as he gazed at her intently: "Alright, thank you, Grand Tutor."
Wen Hemian was about to say, "You're welcome."
Xie Lang suddenly leaned over, lowered his head, and took the candied fruit from her hand.
Perhaps unintentionally, the boy's thin lips brushed against her palm, and his slightly hot breath sprayed down, which, though only for a brief moment, was like a feather brushing against her heartstrings.
Wen Heming's brow twitched, and her lips unconsciously pursed.
Before the hand that was hanging in mid-air could be withdrawn, the boy moved his cheeks, slowly chewed the candied fruit and swallowed it, then looked over with a burning gaze.
"……tasty."
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