The Man Who Married a Tyrant

If Fang Tianzhuo didn't break it, he would bite the bullet and pretend to be stupid, anyway, every second he lived was a second.

Fang Tianzhuo stopped his hand to wipe his face, and looked at him.

He Zheng's heart beat faster and faster.

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile that was not a smile: "A love letter to me?"

He Zheng nodded immediately, his attitude was as serious as facing the college entrance examination paper, and he didn't dare to blink.

"So, where did you go?"

"No, it's gone."

"Who took it?"

"do not know."

He Zheng was too nervous. He raised his hand to wipe the ashes on his face with all his strength. His face was flushed red, but he couldn't feel any pain at all. He glanced at his face from time to time, ready to be prepared for Fang Tianzhuo to throw him. The ground smashed his sternum.

Fang Tianzhuo grabbed his hand. That gray face had been rubbed red and dirty, pitiful and hateful.

"Then I will call up all the servants who have entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation recently and ask them one by one. If I can't find out who secretly hid the love letter that Zheng'er wrote for me, I will cut them all down."

He Zheng felt that he was in shackles every time he breathed and breathed, and he said slowly, "No way."

"Why?"

Because you kill innocent people like this, you will be struck by lightning!

"In His Majesty's palace, there may be assassins entering and leaving. They may have seen the love letter I wrote to His Majesty, and then sneered, just... rubbing it like this, the paper turned into powder." He Zheng said slowly, word by word. He jumped out, carefully reading every word through his mind, and at the end, he suddenly came to his senses: "I'm not sure, that assassin is still framing me, ruining the love letter, and replacing it with something that divides my affection for Your Majesty. …”

He was a little guilty again, his tone weakened, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, if you believe me and kill me, then you will never find a loyal and infatuated lover like me in your life."

Fang Tianzhuo smiled yin and yang strangely, and didn't make a sound, just stared at him like that. He Zheng fidgeted on his lap, his fingers twisted with each other, and the pores all over his body were dripping with sweat.

Fang Tianzhuo moved suddenly, his fingers spread out, resting on his forehead, and squinting at him, his smile remained unchanged, and the color of his eyes was uncertain. He Zheng pursed his lips, and every second was like a year. It felt as if he had been suffering for a lifetime. He said, "Come here, clean up for the son."

He Zheng was pressed into the tub in cold sweat, waved his hand to stop the servant from touching him, and whispered, "Go out."

The room was silent. He Zheng held his breath and soaked his head in the water. After showing his head again, he took a few breaths. He grabbed the edge of the tub and was in a trance.

Soon, someone from the palace came to remind me softly, "Young Master, hurry up, Your Majesty is still waiting for you."

What are you waiting for? Serving the bed, Cao Nima does it every day without fear of his bladder exploding.

He Zheng said softly, "I know."

He wiped his face and went out in good spirits, but the expected scene did not happen. Fang Tianzhuo was sitting at the table, he had already spread out some rice paper, and when he saw his hair came out wet, he patted him leg.

He Zheng walked over, sat down obediently, and listened to him: "It's a pity that Zheng'er's love letter is lost. If you don't write it again, I will take care of it this time."

He Zheng was kissed on the cheek by him, his thin white fingers were put into a wolf pen, and he glanced at him, but the man's expression still couldn't tell the depth.

In modern times, his own brother is a very good person, so He Zheng was forced to learn calligraphy since he was a child, but compared to the original owner, he would definitely be inferior. If Fang Tianzhuo could get the original owner's handwriting, he would not Know what to think.

Forget it, take it one step at a time.

He Zheng pursed his lips and responded with 12 points of spirit.

"I want to get to know you. I have no end in life, the mountains have no edges, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, and I dare to be with you." Fang Tianzhuo patiently picked up He Zhengchou's unbelievable love letter. Questioning his fault for fooling around with ancient texts, he said, "Zheng'er's calligraphy, it's time for a good student to practice."

He Zheng was taught in a muffled voice: "It's unfamiliar."

Fang Tianzhuo didn't break the spirit of the casserole to ask to the end. He Zheng suspected that it was because he saw through everything and was very sure of what he saw through, but...why didn't he kill himself?

Is it because the baby hasn't been born yet?

He held his stomach, and Fang Tianzhuo's hair was suddenly plucked: "Zheng'er said that he will become better in order to be worthy of me, but this word is really too unsightly."

He Zheng is loyal: "I will practice hard."

"Then just write a love letter for me every day." Fang Tianzhuo said: "Zheng'er is so happy with me, I think she will be willing, eh?"

He Zheng blinked: "Of course, as long as Your Majesty is happy, I am willing to do anything."

Fang Tianzhuo came over and kissed his lips, and whispered: "I am busy with business today, so I will not send Zheng'er back to the palace in person."

He Zheng can't ask for it!

He immediately left Fang Tianzhuo, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, pay attention to the dragon's body, and the Caomin will retire first."

Nanmen Liang glanced at Fang Tianzhuo's face, and personally sent He Zheng, who had fled, out of the door, and came back again, the room was silent.

Nanmen Liang held his breath and looked at him quietly.

Fang Tianzhuo quietly looked at the so-called "love letter", and did not speak or move for a long time.

Soon, someone came to report: "Young Master has rested at the Palace of Pize."

Nanmenliang waved his hand to let him back down, and said softly, "It's time for your majesty to rest."

Fang Tianzhuo didn't answer, he shook the piece of paper and said slowly: "I want to know you, I will live forever, the mountains have no edges, the heaven and the earth are in harmony, I dare to be with you."

Nanmen Liang did not dare to answer.

Fang Tianzhuo said: "This word is really good."

He Zheng sneezed fiercely. He was wrapped in the quilt and curled up on the bed, his throat was dry and tingling, and he realized that he might have caught a cold after freezing on the mountain in the middle of the night.

In the middle of the night, his head was getting more and more painful, but his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't sleep no matter what, he could clearly hear the watchman in the palace playing the fifth watch.

Five more, it is Yin Shi.

He Zheng got up from the bed with a splitting headache. No one in his palace had woken up yet, only the clever Shunyi heard the door open and hurried out: "Young master so early today?"

"Me." He Zheng touched his throat and said, "I'll get up and exercise."

He walked towards the stupid horse in the stable, and hurriedly ran in to get him a cape: "It's not good to wear such thin clothes. I hear that your son's throat is itchy, but do you want to see the imperial doctor?"

He Zheng let him put clothes on himself, touched the stupid horse's head with his hand, and said, "Is there anyone in the Tai Hospital at this time?"

"There is an imperial doctor on duty at night, and the servant will send someone to call."

It was not Luo Yuanhou who was on duty tonight. An old doctor gave He Zheng a prescription for sore throat, ordered to take medicine on time, and left.

He Zheng took the medicine and ran to the stable to sit again, staring blankly at it, his throat itch from time to time, and he coughed twice.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, He Zheng was still wrapped in a cloak and wearing a middle coat, motionless, looked around, walked up and said, "Master, it's time to eat."

"Cough." He Zheng said with a pale face, "please prepare first."

"Young master, go back to the room and sit. The wind and cold will worsen in this way. I'm afraid Your Majesty will feel distressed."

he? He Zheng sneered and rubbed his nose. He suddenly raised his head and said, "I'll call you Ergozi in the future."

Shunyi was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "Thank you, Young Master, for your name."

He Zheng was amused all of a sudden, reached out and snorted his head: "I didn't say you, I said this stupid horse, called Ergouzi..."

Fang Er dog.

These words did not dare to spit out when they reached the tip of the tongue.

Shunyi also smiled, but He Zheng looked at him, but gradually couldn't smile.

In this palace, everyone just wants to live, and it doesn't matter if their name is changed arbitrarily or they lose their dignity. It seems that in this world, Fang Tianzhuo is the only one who is free and supreme.

He held the wind-cold **** that Luo Yuanhou made for him, and his heart tightened again. He hadn't seen Imperial Physician Luo for a while, he was really worried, Fang Tianzhuo killed him silently.

He ate breakfast, because he was confined and could not go anywhere, so he could only use a pen to write the homework assigned by Fang Tianzhuo

Besides "Shang Xie", what other love poems are there?

There really isn't much in his mind to handle Fang Tianzhuo's homework.

He Zheng wrote "I love you" on a piece of paper, which was crooked and miserable, so he could only grab it and throw it away.

Love letter, love letter, he closed his eyes, sat up straight again, and wrote seriously: "You are the wind and I am the sand, lingering to the end of the world."

After writing, ignoring the ugly words, half of his life was lost, he lay on the paper and sighed, when did he become a head?

Fang Tianzhuo wouldn't really let him write a love letter every day with calligraphy. If it was a ballpoint pen, He Zheng would still be able to speak lightly, and the calligraphy would be more than half of his patience when he picked up the pen, right?

He Zheng had a headache, sore throat, tinnitus, and was frantic. Fang Tianzhuo is a piece of shit, give him an AWM and he will destroy a platoon of him!

He slumped on the table in a daze, until there was a loud voice: "Your Majesty is here—"

He Zheng was awake for almost a second and sat up straight. Fang Tianzhuo had already stepped in, and He Zheng stood firm, "Your Majesty, have you eaten yet?"

Fang Tianzhuo ignored him, but stretched out his hand to pull out his "homework", not knowing whether he was dissatisfied with his words or Feng'er and Sha'er, he frowned slightly.

He Zheng immediately leaned over to explain: "This, Feng'er is Your Majesty, Sha'er is me, and as soon as you blow, I'll follow you..."

"Where are you going with me?"

He Zheng said sweetly, "I'll go wherever you go. This is the end of the world, and the four seas are my home. It's fine."

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him: "The corners of the earth, the world is home?"

He Zheng sharply shut up.

It feels like I said something wrong.

Fang Tianzhuo confirmed to him: "You want to be with me, the corners of the earth, and the four seas as home?"

He Zheng finally understood. As the ruler of a country, Fang Tianzhuo could never take him home from all corners of the world. In short, he was flattering this time.

He Zheng's anxious eyes lasted for two seconds. He slowly walked over, stretched out his hand, and wrapped his arms around Fang Tianzhuo's waist. He took the initiative to stick it a little, and then a little more, until he raised his head and could almost touch Fang Tianzhuo's lips. , then said softly with a small nasal voice: "I mean, I want to entangle with Your Majesty, lingering... to the end of the world... and then to the cape..."

These words carried an extremely ambiguous mood, his eyes were soft like silk, Fang Tianzhuo was pulled neither lightly nor heavy, and his body seemed to be ignited by a fine flame, and he went crazy.

He Zheng was suddenly carried to the table by him. He held his breath as he looked at Fang Tianzhuo's deep and abyss eyes, and unconsciously tightened his fingers, seeing the man's lips getting closer and closer, and suddenly, He Zheng:

"Ah, sneeze—"

The saliva splashed onto Fang Tianzhuo's face as finely as spring rain.

Fang Tianzhuo didn't move, but He Zheng moved in a hurry. He wiped Fang Tianzhuo's face and took the initiative to kiss him.

"Chirp." Click.

"Boom." Twice.

"What?" Three times.

The atmosphere did not ease up, He Zheng felt cowardly in his heart, let go of his hand, aggrieved, and said pitifully: "I, I'm sick."

Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his hand and probed his forehead. He did have a low-grade fever. He said lightly, "Zheng'er gets sick so often, is it because she wants to see someone?"

This is just a lie!

He Zheng looked at him immediately: "Yes."

Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips, his pitch-black eyes flashed a vicious anger, something roared in his chest, he retracted his hand, and had not had time to vent this anger of unknown origin, the gadget in front of him that did not know whether to live or die. But he opened his mouth again.

"I get sick so often, naturally, I hope that Your Majesty can take care of me a little more, and hurt me a little more... If Your Majesty is always with you, not to mention this little wind and cold, I'm not afraid of the plague."

"…"

The anger was soothed in a strange way, and Fang Tianzhuo questioned again, what kind of magic power does He Zheng's tongue have, so that he could control his emotions at will.

His eyes flashed: "I, sooner or later, I will cut your tongue."

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Zheng Zheng: …qwq

Fang Huang: Huh.

qwq I'm going to be spoiled, wish the daily clicks weren't fake...

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