The Man Who Married a Tyrant

The scene of He Zheng standing beside him silently wiping tears slipped through his mind. Fang Tianzhuo was silent for a moment and finally went in.

He Zheng sat on the bed with his head hanging down while folding origami. This is a new way he found to calm himself down. He knows that he can’t be angry with Fang Tianzhuo now, not to mention that if Fang Tianzhuo is not happy he would kill people. He should take care of himself and relax. Only in this way can he give birth to the child in peace.

Who made him afraid of death?

Suddenly he heard a movement. He Zheng looked up and saw one side of the skirt, and then withdrew his sight.

Strange to say, when Fang Tianzhuo was not around, he was in a calm mood, and he could do it without thinking. But when Fang Tianzhuo appeared, he suddenly lost control of his emotions, his nose was sour, and tears suddenly welled up.

From Fang Tianzhuo’s perspective, he only saw him sitting on the bed with his head hanging, folding paper. He bent over with his hands behind his back, turned his head to look at He Zheng’s face, and suddenly saw a big teardrop on his hand.

Fang Tianzhuo froze.

He Zheng likes to find fault when he is angry. When he is so wronged that he can’t hold on anymore, he will cry silently like this. Fang Tianzhuo stroked his knuckles with his thumb, his heart was like soaked cabbage, mushy and soft

“Zheng’Er?”

He Zheng sniffed, raised his sleeve and wiped his tears, but said nothing.

Fang Tianzhuo sat down beside him slowly and called, “Zheng’Er?”

He stretched out his hand to touch He Zheng, but the latter moved his shoulder to hide and turned his head away.

Fang Tianzhuo stopped, and his left hand scratched the palm of his right hand. Seeing that his tears could not stop, he finally let go: “If he comes again tomorrow, I will let him see Zheng’Er.”

He Zheng held back his joy and looked at him with tears in his eyes. “Really?”

“I …”

“You keep your word.” He Zheng immediately helped him, sniffling and moving over, saying, “You have to keep your word, and you can never bring up crimes against my brother again.”

Fang Tianzhuo was silent.

He Zheng’s happy eyes dimmed, and he looked uneasy. He looked like he was going to cry again: “Isn’t that what your majesty meant?”

“yes.” Fang Tianzhuo reached out and hugged him, frowning and wiping his face, saying, “Don’t cry, Zheng’Er.”

It turns out that Fang Tianzhuo is afraid of his crying. He Zheng’s dying heart, which had just been wronged, came back to life shaking with tears. “You said I shouldn’t cry, so I won’t cry.”

“…” Fang Tianzhuo’s pupil dilated slightly. He hesitated to wipe the tears from the corner of He Zheng’s eye and whispered, “This matter is over. Don’t be unreasonable and don’t cry again.”

He wiped He Zheng’s face and got up to leave, but He Zheng stopped him: “Can I ask your majesty a question?”

Fang Tianzhuo said, “Say it.”

“Why do you hate brother so much?”

Fang Tianzhou’s back is straight, and he wants to ask, “If you have the chance, do you still want to go back to be an immortal?”

However, considering the physical condition of the other party now, he didn’t mention it, but simply said, “I don’t like Zheng’Er being too close to him.”

Is that all? He Zheng always thinks that there are other reasons.

Fortunately, he saw He Wenchu ​​the next day, his eyes met, and He Wenchu’s face was very ugly. Fang Tianzhuo’s way of restricting their communication is really hateful. He Zheng also knows that he probably wants to crush Fang Tianzhuo to death at this moment. He immediately shows a flattering look and pulls him over to the table: “Brother, it’s a coincidence to come here today. Let’s eat first.”

At the beginning of He Wenchu’s life, there was a melancholy burning in his heart. He wanted to ask He Zheng if he was still willing to stay with Fang Tianzhuo now, to loudly scold Fang Tianzhuo for controlling their meeting, to tell He Zheng that Fang Tianzhuo was definitely not a good lover, to order He Zheng not to like Fang Tianzhuo again, and to take him away immediately.

But thinking that it is impossible to return to modern times after leaving, with He Zheng’s current physical condition, it is not only tiring to hide, but he may also face Fang Tianzhuo’s pursuers. He could only swallow all his resentment forcefully.

He Zheng carefully said, “He is a bit overbearing. After all, he lives in a different environment from ours. He really went through life and death to get where he is now, brother …”

“All right.” He Wenchu said, “You don’t have to speak for him. I know what you think of him.”

He Zheng didn’t dare to say more, and chatted with him about his parents, He Wenchu ​​held the rice, frowned and said: “They are all fine, you don’t have to worry.”

Seeing that he was nervous, He Wenchu ​​eased down his expression and said, “You just need to take good care of yourself. Let the imperial kitchen prepare what you want to eat, and go out for a walk more. Isn’t your imperial garden quite big? Autumn scenery is also good recently. Don’t stay in this yard all day, waiting for your emperor to come to see you.”

He changed his tone, and He Zheng suddenly relaxed a lot. “I tell you he loves me. Didn’t we have a cold war some time ago? During that time, I always felt that someone came to see me secretly at night and pressed my legs or something. Guess who it was? ”

“Maybe you are dreaming.”

He Zheng said, “I knew you wouldn’t believe it. I’m not sure, but I can’t have that dream every day, can I? Anyway, when he washed my feet yesterday, I thought it should not be a dream. ”

“He also washes your feet?”

“hmm.” He Zheng said with bright eyes, “Can’t you tell? In fact, he is very affectionate. Although he doesn’t like to talk very much at ordinary times, he seems fierce when he talks. But I am with him every day, and I can feel that he is kind to me. Although this time, he really went a little too far, but he is the emperor after all, and we can’t ask him to completely keep up with our three views at once. You are the most reasonable. To be fair, he is not that bad. Right? ”

To be honest, in the face of his pregnant brother at the moment, he can’t help it. To be fair, as long as he thinks about this person, he feels very bad and his forehead is full of bad luck.

He withdrew his eyes and suppressed his anger again: “I don’t want to judge him or talk about him.”

“Elder brother …”

“Eat, don’t be wordy.”