If Fang Tianzhuo didn't point it out, he just bit the bullet and pretended to be stupid. Anyway, every extra second of life is a second.
Fang Tianzhuo stopped his hand wiping his face and looked at him fixedly.
He Zheng's heart beat faster and faster.
Fang Tianzhuo slightly raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile: "A love letter for me?"
He Zheng nodded immediately, his attitude was as serious as facing a college entrance examination paper, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes.
"Then, where did you go?"
"No, it's gone."
"Who took it?"
"have no idea."
He Zheng was too nervous, raised his hand to wipe the ashes on his face vigorously, his face was flushed red, and he didn't feel any pain at all, his eyes glanced at his face from time to time, always in case Fang Tianzhuo would throw him to the ground. Crushed his breastbone on the ground.
Fang Tianzhuo grabbed his hand. That gray face has been rubbed red and dirty, pitiful and hateful.
"Then I will call up all the servants who have been in 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 Zhenger wrote for me, I will chop them all off."
He Zheng felt that he was in shackles every breath, and he said slowly: "Impossible."
"Why?"
Because you will be struck by lightning for killing innocent people like this! !
"In Your Majesty's palace, there may be assassins coming in and out. They may have seen the love letter I wrote to Your Majesty, and then sneered at it. Just... just rubbing it like this, the paper will be turned into powder." He Zheng said slowly, word by word. Jumping outwards, every word went through his brain carefully, and at the end, he suddenly regained his energy: "I can't tell, the assassin still framed me, destroy the love letter, and change it to something that will separate 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 strangely, without making a sound, just stared at him like that. He Zheng fidgeted restlessly on his lap, wringing his fingers vigorously, sweating from all the pores all over his body.
Fang Tianzhuo moved suddenly, he spread his fingers and put them on his forehead, squinting at him, his smile remained unchanged, and the color of his eyes fluctuated. He Zheng pursed his lips, and the seconds seemed like years. He felt as if he had been suffering for a lifetime, and then he said: "Come here, let me clean up for you."
He Zheng was pressed into the bathtub covered in cold sweat, waved his hand to stop the servants from touching him, and said in a low voice, "Get out."
There was silence in the room. 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 him softly: "Young Master, hurry up, Your Majesty is still waiting for you."
Why are you waiting for him? Serving the bed, Cao Nima is not afraid of her bladder exploding if she does it every day.
He Zheng said softly, "Understood."
He wiped his face and stepped out with vigor, but the expected scene did not happen. Fang Tianzhuo sat at the table and had already flattened some rice paper. When he saw his hair coming out with wet hair, he patted leg.
He Zheng walked over and sat down obediently, and listened to him say: "It's a pity to lose Zheng'er's love letter, why don't you write another copy, I will keep it carefully this time."
He Zheng was kissed on the cheek by him, and he put his thin white fingers into a wolf hair brush, and looked over timidly, the man's expression was still indistinguishable.
In modern times, his brother is a very good person, so He Zheng was forced to learn calligraphy since he was a child, but compared with the original owner, he will definitely be inferior. If Fang Tianzhuo can get the original owner's handwriting, he will not Know what to think.
Forget it, take one step at a time.
He Zheng pursed his lips and mustered all his energy to deal with it.
"I want to know each other with you, long life will never end, mountains have no edges, heaven and earth are united, so I dare to be with you." Fang Tianzhuo patiently picked up He Zhengchou's unbelievable love letter. Questioning his fault of fooling around with ancient prose, he said: "Zheng'er's calligraphy should be well practiced."
He Zheng was taught in a muffled voice: "It's unfamiliar."
Fang Tianzhuo didn't break the casserole to ask the end. He Zheng suspected that it was because he had seen through everything and was very sure of what he had seen through, but... why didn't he kill himself
Is it because the child has not yet been born
He held down his stomach, and Fang Tianzhuo's hair was suddenly plucked: "Zheng'er said that she would become better in order to be worthy of me, but this word is really too unsightly."
He Zheng expressed his loyalty: "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 it must be willing, huh?"
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He Zheng blinked: "Of course, as long as His Majesty is happy, I am willing to do anything."
Fang Tianzhuo leaned over and kissed him on the lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm busy with business today, so I won't send Zheng'er back to the palace in person."
He Zheng couldn't wish for it!
He immediately left Fang Tianzhuo, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, pay attention to the body of the dragon, and the grass people will leave first."
Nanmenliang took a look at Fang Tianzhuo's face, and personally sent He Zheng out the door as if he was fleeing, and when he came back, the room was silent.
Nanmenliang held his breath and looked at him quietly.
Fang Tianzhuo looked at the so-called "love letter" quietly, and didn't speak or move for a long time.
Soon, someone came to report: "Young master has rested in Pize Palace."
Nan Menliang waved his hand to make people retreat, and said softly: "Your Majesty should also 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 will have no edges, and the heaven and earth will unite, so I dare to say goodbye to you."
Nanmenliang didn't dare to answer.
Fang Tianzhuo said: "This word is really good."
He Zheng sneezed violently. He curled up on the bed wrapped in a quilt, his throat was dry and stinging, and realized that he might have caught a cold after freezing in the mountains in the middle of the night.
It was 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 fall asleep no matter what. He clearly heard the bellman in the palace calling five watches.
The fifth watch is Yin time.
He Zheng got up from the bed with a splitting headache. No one in his palace had woken up yet, only cleverly running out when he heard the sound of the door opening: "My lord, is it 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 cloak: "It's not okay to wear such thin clothes. I heard that the young man has a w in his voice, so do you want the doctor Xuan to come to see him?"
He Zheng let him put clothes on himself, touched the stupid horse's head, and said, "Is there anyone in Tai Hospital at this time?"
"There is an imperial physician on duty at night, and this servant will send someone to call for it."
It wasn't Luo Yuanhou who was on duty tonight. An old doctor prescribed He Zheng a prescription for sore throat, ordered him to take the medicine on time, and left.
After taking the medicine, He Zheng ran to the stable to sit again, staring blankly at it in a daze, coughing twice with itchy throat from time to time.
As the sky was getting brighter, He Zheng was still wrapped in a cloak and wearing a middle coat, motionless, looking left and right, walked up and said, "My lord, it's time to eat."
"Cough." He Zheng said with a pale face, "You should prepare first."
"My lord, go back and sit in the room. If this continues, the wind and cold will get worse. I'm afraid His Majesty will feel distressed."
he? He Zheng sneered and rubbed his nose. He suddenly raised his head and said, "I'll call you Ergouzi from now on."
Shun Yi was stunned for a moment, and immediately said: "Thank you, Young Master, for giving me the name."
He Zheng was suddenly amused, and stretched out his hand to snort his head: "I didn't mention you, I said this stupid horse, called Er Gouzi..."
Fang Er Gouzi.
These few words did not dare to spit out.
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 they are renamed casually or lose their dignity. It seems that in this world, only Fang Tianzhuo is free and supreme.
He held the Fenghan Xiaowanzi Luo Yuanhou made for him, and his heart tightened again. He hadn't seen Doctor Luo during this time, he was really worried, Fang Tianzhuo killed him silently.
He ate breakfast, because he was being grounded, he couldn't go anywhere, he could only use a pen to write homework assigned by Fang Tianzhuo
Besides "Shangxie", what other love poems are there
He really didn't have so many things in his mind to cope with Fang Tianzhuo's homework.
He Zheng wrote "I love you" on the paper, crooked and miserable, so he could only grab it, rub it, rub 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 words that were so ugly that they exploded, half his life was lost, he lay on the paper and sighed, when will he be a head.
Fang Tianzhuo wouldn't really ask him to write a love letter in calligraphy every day, would he? If it was a ballpoint pen, He Zheng could still talk eloquently, and half of his patience would have been lost when he picked up a pen, okay
He Zheng had a headache, sore throat and tinnitus, and was so annoyed that he was going crazy. Fang Tianzhuo is a piece of shit, give him an awm, and he will destroy a platoon of him!
He lay down on the table in a daze, until there was a loud voice: "Your Majesty is here——"
He Zheng woke up and sat up straight for almost a second. Fang Tianzhuo had already entered through the door. He Zheng stood firm, "Your Majesty, have you eaten yet?"
Fang Tianzhuo ignored him, but stretched out his hand to pull out his "homework". He didn't know whether he was dissatisfied with his writing, or Feng'er and Sha'er, so he frowned slightly.
He Zheng immediately leaned over to explain: "Well, the wind is Your Majesty, and the sand is me. As soon as you blow it, I will follow you..."
"Where are you going with me?"
He Zheng sweetly said: "I will go wherever you go, this, the corners of the world, the four seas as my home, whatever."
Fang Tianzhuo looked at him: "Where the world is at the end of the world?"
He Zheng shut up sharply.
It feels like I said the wrong thing.
Fang Tianzhuo confirmed to him: "You want to be with me, the ends of the earth, the world as your home?"
He Zheng finally understood. Fang Tianzhuo, as the king of a country, could not take him anywhere to make his home no matter what. To put it simply, his flattery was crooked this time.
He Zheng's anxious eyes lasted for two seconds. He walked over slowly, stretched out his hand, put his arms around Fang Tianzhuo's waist, and pressed it a little bit, and then a little bit, until he raised his head and almost touched Fang Tianzhuo's lips. , then said softly with a small nasal voice: "I mean, I want to be entangled with Your Majesty... to the end of the world... to the end of the world..."
These words carried an extremely ambiguous artistic conception, his eyes were soft like silk, Fang Tianzhuo was being pulled gently, his body seemed to be ignited with fine flames, and he went crazy every inch.
He Zheng was suddenly carried onto the table by him. He held his breath and looked at Fang Tianzhuo's deep and abyssy eyes, and unconsciously tightened his fingers. Seeing the man's lips getting closer and closer, suddenly, He Zheng:
"Ah, sneeze—"
The saliva splashed onto Fang Tianzhuo's face like spring rain.
Fang Tianzhuo didn't move, but He Zheng moved in a hurry. He wiped Fang Tianzhuo's face and kissed him.
"Chirp." Click.
"Boom." Twice.
"What." Three times.
The atmosphere didn't ease up, He Zheng felt embarrassed in his heart, let go of his hand falsely, aggrieved, and said in a pitiful voice: "I, I'm sick."
Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, and indeed he had a low fever, he said lightly: "Zheng'er gets sick so frequently, is it because he wants to see someone?"
This is simply a rumor!
He Zheng looked at him immediately: "Yes."
Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips, and a fierce anger was blown out of his dark eyes. Something roared in his chest, and he withdrew his hand, before he had time to vent this anger of unknown origin. But he opened his mouth again.
"Being sick so frequently, I naturally hope that His Majesty will love me more, and love me more... If His Majesty is always with me, I am not afraid of the plague, not to mention the little cold."
"..."
The anger was soothed strangely, and Fang Tianzhuo questioned again, what kind of magical power does He Zheng's tongue have, that it can control his emotions at will, and it hurts when it hurts, and it hurts when it says fast.
His eyes flickered: "Zhen, sooner or later I will cut your tongue."