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

Chapter 188 How boring it is for a person to live for thousands of years

Xie Lang shook his head: "I said this not to make you sad, Master, but just to tell you that I care about you."

When he spoke, the Emperor's face looked very gentle, with a faint blush at the base of his ears. He looked awkward but wanted to show his feelings at the same time, which was quite adorable.

Wen Hemian didn't eat anything in the afternoon. She listened to him talk while eating the noodles in the bowl. The noodles were light and suitable for her taste.

She was not exaggerating. The bowl of noodles made by Xie Lang was indeed better than many she had eaten - isn't it different when it's made by His Majesty the Emperor himself?

Xie Lang accurately gauged her appetite, so a bowl of noodles was just enough for her to finish without any waste.

Perhaps because of this start, what he wanted to say next came out smoothly. Xie Lang rarely said much, so he watched her eat while chattering in front of her and telling her some interesting little stories.

Wen Hemian had never thought that he was so observant, and there were many things that even she didn't notice.

She put the bowl aside and suddenly said with a smile, "I never realized before that Your Majesty, you have quite a talent for storytelling."

If the original book had not defined him as a villain, and he did have some qualities of a villain, Wen Hemian felt that he should be able to be the protagonist.

But in the final analysis, that was the definition in the book. Many of the people she met could not be described by one word. In their own lives, they were the protagonists.

Xie Lang smiled, not getting angry at this description: "It's not impossible to just tell you."

He is used to being shameless in front of Wen Hemian, so what's wrong with changing his identity?

Seeing that she had almost finished the noodles in her bowl, Xie Lang quietly breathed a sigh of relief and was more confident in his cooking skills. A small arc hung on the corner of his lips: "But this bowl of noodles is not a birthday gift."

Wen Hemian showed a surprised expression: "Isn't it?"

After all these years, birthday gifts are neither rare nor necessary to her. As long as the thought is there, it’s enough. Noodles made by the emperor himself are definitely a token of her thought.

Unexpectedly, it was something else.

"Hanshuang, you underestimate my feelings."

Xie Lang whispered something as if accusing her. After all, he didn't get angry with her today. He clapped his hands, and someone pushed the door open from outside, holding something of some size in his hand, which was covered by a black cloth and could not be fully seen.

"what is this?"

Wen Hemian was really curious, but she was used to being calm and didn't stand up and go over to take a look immediately.

Xie Lang smiled: "Master, why don't you open it and take a look yourself?"

Since it was her birthday gift, Wen Hemian didn't hesitate and walked forward to lift the black cloth - it turned out to be a cage.

And in the cage, there was a bird with a familiar look and sharp eyes.

"Falcon!" Wen Hemian raised his voice a little and observed the bird carefully.

Unlike the falcon her parents raised, this slightly younger falcon was snow-white all over, and its wings seemed to be injured, but its feathers were surprisingly shiny and glossy. However, the way it looked at people was wary, and the whole bird was in a defensive state.

"I bought this from a traveling merchant. I thought Master might like it, so I bought it for you."

Xie Lang never mentioned how hard it was to find this kind of bird.

First of all, there are definitely no falcons in Dazhao, but even in the area where falcons live, it is difficult to catch them. This kind of bird has a fierce temperament and is mostly unfriendly to humans unless it is tamed when young. More adult birds die in the process of training falcons.

In short, it is rare.

Wen Hemian would not like to go hunting specifically for her. He originally thought that he was just trying his luck, if there was something, there would be something, if not, that was fine. As a result, God blessed him and there really was something.

As for this one...

Xie Lang coughed and said, "This eagle is wild and hard to tame, but it eats a lot. It's quite... interesting."

After thinking for a long time, Xie Lang came up with this adjective.

Wen Hemian was very interested: "How is it interesting? Tell me."

The falconer who brought the falcon here said respectfully and honestly, "Master Wen, this falcon is not obedient, but it has a big appetite and eats five meals a day. It has a fierce temper, but it never mistreats itself."

"How did the wound on its wing come about?"

It was obvious that the falcon had never been treated unfairly, yet it was injured. Wen Hemian didn't understand.

The falconer lowered his head and said, "...I fell down by myself."

Of course, the falconer didn't have the guts to deceive the two people in front of him. Wen Hemian blinked, confirmed that he had heard correctly, and smiled: "This bird is indeed very interesting."

It is rare to see the temperament of a man of insight and wisdom in a bird.

Xie Lang followed suit: "Master, can you give it a name?"

Wen Hemian: "This fur color is rare, so let's call it Zaixue."

The crows carry snow, one black and one white, which matches the color of their feathers perfectly. Wen Hemian thought that there would be a chance to let the two big birds meet and get to know each other.

"As for keeping the eagle awake, don't bother. It's wild and hard to tame, so let it be for now."

This falcon doesn't look like an adult yet, and it was probably captured when it was very young. If it was really released, it probably wouldn't even have the ability to hunt.

"I didn't keep the eagle awake." Xie Lang said, "It's being well taken care of. Han Shuang doesn't need to worry about it."

If Xie Lang had known that Wen Hemian would say this, he would have felt that they really had a telepathic connection.

"That's good."

Wen Hemian looked at the bird a few more times. Zaixue, who had just been given a name, also tilted his head to look at her, his black eyes filled with curiosity about strangers.

"Take him away first." Xie Lang said, "The eagle room is close to here, you can go over and take a look anytime you want."

At least for now, he didn't want to be disturbed by a bird.

Wen Hemian glanced at him with a half-smile, but didn't expose him: "I will listen to your majesty."

It was unknown who had given the falconer the instructions, but after Xie Lang spoke, he stood still and waited until she confirmed before he carried the cage and went out.

Xie Lang must have noticed something was going on, but he refused to say anything and just stared at Wen Hemian with a smile.

Wen Hemian stood there, feeling frightened by his stare: "Your Majesty, just speak directly. I don't understand you if you play dumb with me."

After a long while, he finally spoke: "Hanshuang, do you still remember the letter you wrote to me?"

"Which one?" Wen Hemian frowned, wanting to ask something else, but his mind subconsciously locked onto the letter addressed to Xie Lang, "You mean..."

Xie Lang knew she had guessed it, and nodded: "It's that letter."

"Why bring this up?"

Xie Lang smiled: "Because I remembered that you gave me a message in there."

May you live thousands of years, and may spring come every year.

But even if it was tens of millions of years, after she left, every day was like a bitter winter for him, cold to the bone.

Wen Hemian's face changed slightly, and he realized belatedly how inappropriate this sentence was at that time.

Xie Lang seemed not to notice her abnormality. He gently lifted a strand of hair hanging by her ear and kissed her.

"That is indeed a very meaningful statement. It is so boring for a person to live for thousands of years. I want you to accompany me."