After all, this spring hunt was for the emperor to watch, so the first thing the officials in charge did was to prepare Fang Tianzhuo's camp. In an instant, he seemed to feel Fang Tianzhuo's gentle care.
"Why are you disobedient and suddenly ride your horse?"
He Zheng frowned and let him rub his knees, met those abyss-like eyes, and said: "I think, learn quickly... I hope, I can be a person worthy of your majesty."
Fang Tianzhuo's heart tightened slightly.
He stared at the snow-white face in front of him, and explored those extremely beautiful eyes.
He Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he also curled the corners of his mouth at the same time, trying to make himself look extremely sincere, but Fang Tianzhuo was too patient, and the scrutiny in those eyes was too strong, for a moment, he suspected Fang Tianzhuo Inquiring about the truth in his words.
He Zheng's eyelashes trembled faster and faster, and he couldn't stand it any longer because of his guilty conscience. He lowered his eyelashes and dared not look at him, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, don't look at me like that."
"Why?"
"Being watched by my sweetheart all the time, I, I will want to kiss you."
Fang Tianzhuo was stunned for a second, and subconsciously looked away, his ears were slightly hot, but he pressed his lips tightly, and his face became slightly gloomy.
The palm on the knee was gentle and strong, He Zheng raised his eyes secretly, and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, you are so kind."
He Zheng said this from the heart, so when Fang Tianzhuo looked over again, he was extremely serious and candid. Fang Tianzhuo must repay his grievances, and at the same time, he also knows how to repay him. The Empress Dowager treats him well, so he respects the Empress Dowager. From this point, he judges that Fang Tianzhuo is a good person.
And he hasn't hurt himself so far. Even though He Zheng knows that he just uses himself as a reproductive tool, no matter what the reason is, he is still alive.
Therefore, Fang Tianzhuo is also a good person at this second.
But his serious attitude was in stark contrast to just now, Fang Tianzhuo looked at him coldly for a while, then suddenly exerted force on his hand, He Zheng suddenly trembled, and "Wang Wu" cried.
Margot is like a dog like Tianzhuo, he wants to take back what he just said!
Fang Tianzhuo withdrew his hand, got up and ordered someone to bring a copper basin to wash his hands, looked sideways and saw that he was silent and sniffling, his hand wanted to touch his knee but was reluctant to touch it, suddenly: "Do you know what bullying is?"
He Zheng immediately raised his face, tears were still hanging from the corners of his eyes, but the desire to survive was already frantically surging: "Your Majesty, what Caomin said is true, if you go against your will, you will be struck by lightning!"
Socialist youth do not believe in ghosts and gods!
A voice suddenly came from outside: "The sky has changed, it seems to be raining."
He Zheng's eyes widened slightly, my God, he just wanted to survive, open your eyes.
Fang Tianzhuo sneered, threw the towel into the basin held by the servant, turned around, opened the tent and walked out.
The servants followed, He Zheng stayed in the tent alone, hurriedly lowered his head to look at his poor knees, and blew carefully, no wonder it was so easy for Little Swallow to kneel for himself, kneeling like this every day, his legs were absolutely useless .
He Zheng thought in confusion again, if he is so miserable, what about the other servants in the palace
Sighing, he couldn't help blowing his knees in distress.
I am beautiful, but I am miserable.
Dinner was at the hunting ground, and He Zheng sat beside Fang Tianzhuo, served him with serving chopsticks, and then ate his own. Although the stupid horse escaped, the small animals in the mountain did not escape, and they all became delicacies on the table.
He Zheng couldn't help but look at General He again.
He originally wanted to get the two drunk and try to make them have a relationship in advance. Although he knew that General He was miserable, he was originally the protagonist in the book. He was destined to be miserable, who would be miserable
But now, He Run saved him once at noon, and He Zheng became entangled in his heart. With Fang Tianzhuo, General He really can only be abused. Even if he rebels, he cannot be Fang Tianzhuo's opponent. According to the style of the original author, Fang Tianzhuo is very likely to put him in confinement , or... broken arms and legs
He Zheng was suffocated by his own brain power.
Others in the room also noticed that He Zheng had been staring at He Run. He Run lowered his eyes subconsciously, not quite understanding why He Zheng kept staring at him. Could it be that he was an undercover agent sent by He Xiang to drive a wedge between himself and him? His Majesty's relationship
His brows furrowed unconsciously.
He Zheng was in a daze, when a hand suddenly stretched out from one side, he was pinched by his chin and turned around, Fang Tianzhuo asked: "What is Zheng Er always thinking about while staring at General He?"
All the servants in the room realized his displeasure, subconsciously held their breath, and sweated for General He.
He Zheng reacted very quickly, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and said sincerely: "General He saved my life at noon, I would like to offer him a toast, and please allow your majesty."
Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows and said, "It should, let's go."
He Zheng immediately got up and walked down, He Run also stood up hurriedly, two or three steps away, He Zheng staggered suddenly, and ran straight towards him. All over.
The audience held their breath.
He Run's expression was solemn: He, really, was sent by He Xiang to drive a wedge between me and Your Majesty.
He Zheng hurriedly stood up, "Yes, I'm sorry, General He."
He Run smiled slightly: "It's nothing, sir."
He Zheng had to pour another cup, "Thank you, General He, for saving your life!"
"It's easy to do." He Run drank it calmly.
He Zheng also poured the wine into his mouth. It's not that he hasn't drunk alcohol in modern times, but he usually drinks beer, mostly carbonated drinks. He used to think sweet wine mentioned by others was bitter, but now he suddenly drank ancient wine, and suddenly felt a little excited.
The tip of his tongue was numb from the heat, and He Zheng's eyebrows instantly became one high and one low, and a few short mountains and rivers were added between the thin eyebrows.
He Run: "..."
He Zheng had a weird pained expression on his face, holding the copper wine glass with both hands, not daring to pour it into his mouth at all, so he just stopped by his mouth, rolling his tongue a little bit.
He didn't finish the respect for a long time, Fang Tianzhuo slightly turned his body and looked at him sideways.
He Run saw that he hadn't finished drinking for a long time, so he said: "If you don't know how to drink, you can do whatever you want."
He Zheng seemed to be waiting for his words, and immediately took down the wine glass that he had kissed for a long time, and was about to say something, when Fang Tianzhuo's voice suddenly came from behind: "How can you be free for the grace of saving your life?"
He Zheng licked his lips, stared blankly at He Run, thinking about the matter between me and the general, you son of a bitch, what kind of nonsense is your mouth, I will be broken when I drink, but this is his toast with His Majesty's consent , He Run couldn't save him, so he had no choice but to raise his hand slightly as a gesture of invitation.
He Zheng took a breath, brought the wine glass to his lips bitterly, gritted his teeth and drank it, and suddenly coughed from choking.
From the tip of the tongue to the throat was hot, as if being rolled by a knife, and the stomach seemed to be on fire. He Zheng seriously suspected that this wine was probably stronger than Moutai.
He grabbed the clothes on his stomach, bowed to He Run, and walked towards Fang Tianzhuo again unsteadily.
When going up the steps, he suddenly fell to the ground, Fang Tianzhuo didn't move, He Zheng whimpered, lying on the ground with tears in his eyes, his hands and feet were weak, he couldn't get up, and his mind gradually became a little confused.
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Damn it, how could I feel that ancient wine was like beer, at most a bit bitter.
Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyes, and the attendants hurried forward: "Young master, young master?"
He Zheng didn't feel good when alcohol was on his mind. He remembered that his friend Zhang Xiaofan said that he would go crazy when he was drunk. Although he forgot everything after playing, this was obviously more dangerous.
He struggled to get up with the hand of the palace man, tried his best to ignore the pain in his leg, and was supported and said: "Your Majesty, the grass people have retreated."
Fang Tianzhuo nodded, He Zheng was helped out, feeling extremely uncomfortable, entered the tent and fell down on the soft couch, but his knee was touched again, he turned over immediately, and drove away the person who was about to cover him with a quilt The servant, carefully rolled up the trouser legs, stared at the bruises on both sides, thinking about the hard days during this period, couldn't help crying, at first it was just a low voice, as time passed, the alcohol Completely devouring his reason, he suddenly burst into tears——
The sound drifted along the wind, Fang Tianzhuo heard it, He Run heard it, Jiang Xian heard it, Nie Ying heard it... at least the people within a ten-meter radius heard it all.
Fang Tianzhuo put down his wine glass, and everyone stood up: "I respectfully send you off to Your Majesty."
When he got to the camp, He Zheng was still crying with his legs up and his head up, as if he had been wronged by the sky.
Fang Tianzhuo walked over to sit beside him, and felt that there was someone else beside him, he probably felt shy, so he stopped and looked at him in confusion with his tear-stained face.
"Crying so much?" Fang Tianzhuo wiped his tears and said, "You never stopped in front of me."
He Zheng stared blankly at him, his skin was white, his cheeks were blush, his lips were bright, and his face, which was already so beautiful that people couldn't look directly at it, exuded an extremely seductive aura at this moment.
Fang Tianzhuo's eyes darkened, he stretched out his hand to take away the hand that was resting on his knee, and said: "I've spent all my days in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but now I'm here, why are you so squeamish?"
He Zheng flinched, pursed his mouth, and said aggrievedly, "I'm not squeamish."
Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows: "Not coquettish?"
"I'm not squeamish." He Zheng muttered softly: "You are the only squeamish, you are the most squeamish, you will break when you touch it, you will fall if you push it, and you will spiral into the blue sky when the wind blows."
Fang Tianzhuo felt that this little mouth was really powerful, but he had never heard the second son of the He family speak so well.
"Then why are you crying?"
He Zheng was silent for a while, tears welled up again: "I miss my dad, I miss my mother, I miss my brother... I'm so scared, I'll be killed..."
Fang Tianzhuo watched He Zheng lose his composure after drinking silently, and it took him a long time to slowly understand the meaning of his words.
Is the He Zheng sent up by He Xiang really that He Zheng
He whimpered for a while, hummed and sang something, and whimpered again after singing. If it wasn't for the pain in his knees, Fang Tianzhuo doubted that he would have jumped to a few verses.
He frowned and thought, falling into the thinking of a scumbag, translation: meaningless thinking.