Because of these words, He Zheng kept the posture of being hugged and sitting on the table by Fang Tianzhuo, and did not move for a long, long time.
After the food was brought out, Fang Tianzhuo sat down and watched him, only then did he realize that the other party came to accompany him for dinner.
He quickly jumped down and ran to sit down beside Fang Tianzhuo, reached out to pick up the serving chopsticks to help him pick up the food, the corners of both mouths raised at the same time, and smiled flatteringly.
Then he ate in silence, lest Fang Tianzhuo really cut off his tongue. To be honest, he felt that he could live so long in front of Fang Tianzhuo because of his three-inch tongue that sprayed all over the live broadcast room. If he was cut off, it would be like a good horse without a saddle and a weapon without If you do it, you can only wait for death.
He Zheng felt uneasy, he didn't eat or sleep on the surface, and only occasionally coughed twice when he couldn't bear the itchy throat. Fortunately, Fang Tianzhuo usually didn't talk much, and he ate his meal quietly. What made He Zheng's scalp tingle was that Fang Tianzhuo saw him a little too frequently today.
After the meal, the palace people removed the leftover food, He Zheng went up to undress the man, Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes, and suddenly said: "Zheng'er has been in the palace for a while."
He Zheng quickly calculated in his mind, grinning: "More than half a month."
"Do you want to go home and have a look?"
The first thing He Zheng thought of was the modern parents and elder brother, and then he realized that Fang Tianzhuo was talking about He Xiangfu. He was stunned for two seconds, and tentatively said: "I can still go home?"
He Zheng put his coat on the screen. He hasn't seen He Xiangguo since he passed through, so it's okay for now, if he meets his own father one day and doesn't know him, it will be embarrassing, if Fang Tianzhuo allows him to go home, that's a good thing, once You can recognize and understand everyone, and secondly, compared with the imperial palace, there will indeed be a lot of freedom.
"If Zheng'er wants to go back, of course she can."
He Zheng was worried that this was a trap, so he didn't dare to show too much excitement, "But I can't bear to part with Your Majesty."
Fang Tianzhuo didn't know whether to believe it or not: "In a few days, I will send someone to pick you up again."
He Zheng coughed, nodded slowly, and agreed.
In this world, except around Fang Tianzhuo, the air in all places must be fresh and pleasant.
He Zheng dreamed so beautifully that Fang Tianzhuo got up early the next day and went to court. As soon as he left, he got up and packed his things.
He didn't have many clothes, just a few pieces, Fang Tianzhuo picked them to death, and didn't see anything rewarding him, so it wasn't troublesome to pack them up.
After tidying up, Nanmen Liang walked over with a smile: "The carriage is ready, you can leave at any time."
He Zheng couldn't wait to climb into the carriage, and was thinking about where to go after returning home. Nanmenliang gently instructed from outside: "Your Majesty ordered that the young master is still under confinement, and you are not allowed to go out at the prime minister's mansion. You are all optimistic, if something happens at that time, be careful that His Majesty will take your heads off."
He Zheng lifted the curtain of the car door, looked at Shang Nanmenliang's smiling face with anger, and slowly twitched the corners of his mouth: "Grandfather, you have worked hard."
"It's not hard." Nanmen Liang approached him gently, and said in a low voice, "Young Master, you have to be careful in everything."
The wheels were rolling, and He Zheng sat in the spacious carriage, changing positions a few times in surprise, and didn't figure out exactly what Nanmenliang meant.
In front of the door of Xiangfu, Shunyi went to knock on the door, and after shouting for a long time, someone came over: "Who is it?"
"The second son of the He family is going back to the mansion to visit relatives, please let the eldest brother inform you."
At this moment, the sky was not yet bright, and the crimson morning glow was falling on the bluestone slabs. He Zheng had already stepped off the carriage, his long hair was only tied with a ribbon, and his face was stunning, looking around curiously.
The doorman glanced at it, immediately retracted his head, and said, "Wait a minute."
Shunyi had no choice but to step back and said, "Let's wait."
He Zheng didn't care either, he knew that there were not many people in He Xiangfu who wanted to see him, but it didn't matter, he just needed to relax in a place where there was no Fang Tianzhuo.
After a while, the servant ran over and opened the door, saying, "Come in the carriage."
He Zheng followed the carriage into the door, but was stopped suddenly. The doorman smiled and said: "Second son, Madam said that the royal carriage is allowed to come in. As for you... you are so disheveled, you should go through the back door, please."
After the carriage gurgled along the rolling boards, the door was closed again. He Zheng was slapped with dust on his face, subconsciously took two steps back, and asked Shunyi: "I, am I disheveled?"
Shunyi said: "You... are indeed disheveled."
He Zheng realized belatedly that as a male favorite, he was not qualified to tie his hair, so after entering the palace, his hair was usually let down and tied with a ribbon. Originally, he thought he didn't need it Like Fang Tianzhuo, he was free to mess around all day long, but now he realizes that this is quite discriminatory!
Just like now, with his hair hanging down and his appearance of a young lady, he is not qualified to pass such a high threshold of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"Young master?" Shunyi looked at his gloomy face and was worried, but He Zheng suddenly said: "I'm not going home anymore, let's go back to the palace."
He also didn't want the royal carriage that was more noble than a human being, so he immediately turned his head and walked towards the way he came. After passing the bluestone road, there was a sudden sound of messy footsteps from behind: "Master, sir, go slowly!"
He Zheng ignored it.
In the original book, the experience of the original owner in the Prime Minister's Mansion was only briefly mentioned. Only now that he came here did he know what it means to be truly aggrieved. He can't enter a gate that can be entered by a carriage, as a living person? What is the reason for this, He Zheng doesn't believe it, the gate of his He Xiangfu can be higher than the imperial palace!
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The carriage is still for him!
"My lord, my lord..." Someone came to pull him out of breath, He Zheng suddenly brushed his sleeves and shouted angrily: "Bold! This lord can also be touched by your dirty hands?"
Who would not bully others, He Zheng looked at the middle-aged butler with a mustache in front of him, with a ferocious expression. The latter was really taken aback by him, and hastily bowed to salute: "Young master, don't be angry, this servant is just ordered to ask you to go home quickly, Madam is still waiting for you to have dinner together."
What he said seemed to be a great honor to him. He Zheng was aggrieved in front of Fang Tianzhuo because his life was being pinched, but what is Mrs. He? He can guarantee that if he doesn't come in today, Fang Tianzhuo's troubles will cause trouble, and even He Xiang can't bear to walk around.
He Zheng put on a lofty air, and said coldly: "My son is so disheveled, how can he be worthy of having a meal with Mrs. He? Let me see... I'd better go back and eat with His Majesty."
The housekeeper gasped, never expecting that He Zheng would become so arrogant after entering the palace, what he said was simply trying to push Mrs. He to death.
He lowered his figure again: "Young master speaks seriously, this slave dares to ask you to return to the mansion again. I have offended you so much, and please calm down, don't take offense."
"You please?" He Zheng was so oppressed that he couldn't resist at all. At this moment, he seemed to have liberated his nature and insisted: "Your wife said that I am not worthy to enter the door, but you, a little housekeeper, can make your own decisions?"
The housekeeper gritted his teeth, wondering why He Zheng has become so troublesome now, "Ma'am is only following the rules, and it was not intentional to accidentally bump into the young master. If the young master is dissatisfied, let's go home..."
He Zheng was indeed dissatisfied, but he didn't bother to continue talking. He made up his mind that unless Mrs. He personally invited him to enter through the gate today, he would never enter this house.
"Plop", the butler's knee suddenly fell to the ground, "Young master, young master, you see that this old servant is getting old, please do me a favor, don't lose your temper with the madam, let's go back, if you have something to go home, talk about it, young master, what are you doing today?" If you don't go back, Madam will definitely blame this old slave!"
He Zheng frowned, and glared at him angrily. He knew his intention of kneeling down, and even described today's bullying scene as losing his temper, but in the end he waved his hand angrily: "Forget it!" Forget it, get up, and I'll go back with you."
He entered through the gate of Xiangfu as he wished, but He Zheng was still depressed. He didn't go to have dinner with Mrs. He, but asked the housekeeper to arrange a room for him, ready to go back to sleep.
But actually can't sleep at all.
He always felt that Nanmenliang's words seemed to carry some kind of metaphor, which made him uneasy.
Be careful? What are you careful about? Why did Fang Tianzhuo let him back suddenly? What did he want to test
He Zheng frowned and tossed and turned, as if needles were being pricked under his body, he wanted to go back to the palace right away, and always felt that something would happen silently after leaving Fang Tianzhuo's side.
As soon as Fang Tianzhuo came down to court, Nanmenliang immediately sent He Zheng's trouble in front of Xiangfu to his ears.
He was a little surprised: "Really?"
"Isn't that right? He's as stubborn as a calf. He couldn't even pull him back. Steward He knelt down."
Sure enough, they are all pretended.
Fang Tianzhuo picked up the memorial with a cold face, but his eyes were suddenly occupied by that beautiful and well-behaved face, and those eyes that were always rolling around, and the cleverness made him feel as if he was being scratched by a cat's paw. Seems like.
Nan Menliang saw that he was absent-minded, and said gently: "I heard that the apricot blossom wine made by Mrs. Xiangguo five years ago was unsealed today. Your Majesty should go and have a look? She is a master wine maker."
The little eunuch Hou Zai looked over suspiciously.
If His Majesty wants to visit the Xiangfu, the reason is really far-fetched. Why did the director of the South Gate suddenly say such non-technical words? His Majesty obviously cannot be persuaded.
Just after thinking about it, I heard: "I'm going to try it."
Overworked early in the morning, He Zheng fell asleep shortly after tossing and staring, staring and staring awake from hunger, got up with his heavy head in his arms and asked, only to find out that Mrs. He was going to have a banquet today.
No wonder she didn't come to teach He Zheng herself when there was such a commotion at the door.
The ancients were also surprised that the date had to be chosen for opening the wine. He Zheng ran out to see that Mrs. He's surname was Mei Mingyue, and they had already been screened one by one.
At the same time, a lot of people came to the yard, men and women each occupying a pile. He Zheng ran out of the side room, and the first thing he saw was a group of colorful female relatives.
As soon as he showed up, Mrs. He was immediately informed by the woman beside her. She frowned and looked at He Zheng, who was probing his head. Her eyes fell on his loose hair, and her eyes flashed with disdain.
This low-grade bastard who was born was driven back by the emperor, and she dared to challenge her with a fake tiger's prestige, that is, that idiot butler, he was really fooled by him, and he even invited her back.
"Hurry back and don't let him show up."
The mother-in-law immediately walked towards He Zheng through the crowd with a smile on her face. Seeing her kind smile, He Zheng also smiled immediately.
It was the first time he had seen such a bustling antique scene.
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The old woman scolded: "You bastard, you can climb the hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, so go back!"
He Zheng touched his hair carefully, and found a bunch of torn hair.
He took a deep breath, and his expression suddenly became like he wanted to eat people, extremely ferocious: "Yeah——"
Ten minutes later, He Zheng, who had finished smashing the scene, was surrounded by several servants. He Xiangguo's face was gloomy, and He Jinhua's brows were also furrowed. Take him down! Hit me!"
The family servants raised their sticks, He Zheng's eyelids twitched, and he sneered, "Your Majesty kindly let me go home to visit relatives, and personally sent a car to take me back to the Prime Minister's mansion. You should try it, my son has a little bit of skin today. Let's see if His Majesty will take your heads off."
Mrs. He was furious: "The fly with the tail of the horse, the fox pretends to be the tiger! Beat him to death!"
"Mother." He Jinhua supported her, and said, "I don't know why he came back. What if..."
"Why else?!" Mrs. He roared: "It must have been kicked out of the palace because he didn't serve His Majesty well. Otherwise, why didn't the palace send back the news in advance? Don't be scared by him, hit me!!"
A look of cruelty flashed across He Xiangguo's eyes. If He Zheng was really kicked out, it would be of no help to him to achieve great things. Moreover, looking at his arrogant and arrogant appearance now, if he is despised by His Majesty, It is indeed possible.
A few days ago, there was reliable news in the palace that he provoked Long Yan to be furious, and His Majesty left in a huff.
His thoughts were floating, his eyes fell on that unparalleled beauty, and his killing intent immediately receded a little. No, this chess piece is lost, but it will never be encountered again.
He Zheng could tell what each of them was struggling with just by looking at it. The unhappiness that had been suppressed by Fang Tianzhuo disappeared at this moment, and he felt that he had never been so happy after transmigrating, so he couldn't hold back his arrogant voice: "My son is in the palace. Here you are pampered by His Majesty's gold and jade, but you will be cowardly when you enter this low door, don't say I smashed you a few jars of wine today, even if you demolish your entire Xiangfu, see what you can do to me!"
There was silence.
"What? Don't dare to move anymore? Oh, get up, hit me, hey, Madam He, why are you kneeling..."
Not only Mrs. He, but He Xiang and He Jinhua, including the plainclothes minister who came to drink and the servant with a stick, all knelt down on the spot.
He Zheng: "!!!"