The Man Who Married a Tyrant

Chapter 18

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Nanmenliang knelt down hesitantly, "My lord, this is..."

"What son?!" He Zheng shook his clothes and sat on the main seat, raised his chin, coughed again with a itchy throat, stretched out his hands and rubbed it, and corrected: "My name is Master Shanshou!"

"Hey." Nanmenliang leaned on the ground, tentatively said: "Master Shanshou, dare to ask this servant... Where did you offend Sir?"

He Zheng pursed his lips and snorted coldly: "My lord, I haven't forgotten anything. Why can't you Nanmenliang remember clearly, huh?"

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"..." Nanmenliang began to ponder.

While exerting coercion, He Zheng coughed while holding a water glass.

Nanmen Liang thought that His Majesty's attitude towards this son was very unusual after a visit to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Then he knelt down even deeper: "Lord Shanshou, please calm down, those slaves have blind eyes and offended you, today I sincerely repent, and you can beat or scold me as you please."

Nanmenliang was the first person around Fang Tianzhuo. According to the book, Fang Tianzhuo saved his life, so he wanted to follow him, but Fang Tianzhuo asked, "How far do you think I can go?" ?”

At that time Fang Tianzhuo was still on his way to seize the throne, Nanmen Liang eunuched himself directly to show his sincere belief that Fang Tianzhuo would become the lord of the world, and then shouted loudly: "Subordinate, swear allegiance to the death."

Afterwards, Fang Tianzhuo made an exception and took him in, and he has been with him until now.

He is in his thirties, with a long and delicate voice, he speaks and does things in a different way, he admits his mistakes when he says he is wrong, his attitude is sincere, and he can't find faults at all. It is impossible for He Zheng to really drag him down and beat him up, but in his heart Still unable to swallow this breath, he ran over angrily and kicked him: "If you bully me again in the future, I can't spare you! Do you hear me clearly?"

"Yes, yes, the slave remembers."

Nanmenliang looked at him quietly, seeing that he was still indignant, so he slapped himself: "Lord Shanshou, calm down, ouch, Lord Shanshou, calm down."

He Zheng had never seen himself beating himself, and suddenly his scalp was numb, and goose bumps came up: "Forget it, forget it, get out of here."

Nanmen Liang kowtowed respectfully, walked the cutscene very neatly, and stepped back gracefully.

He Zheng held the cup and frowned. The ancients didn't have any dignity at all. This guy Nanmenliang is also Fang Tianzhuo's.

The oppressor did not get resistance, and He Zheng felt so bored.

Nanmenliang rubbed his knees and returned to Fang Tianzhuo's side. After being glanced at by him, he immediately reported with a smile: "My lord is very happy today, it's a good thing he played a big role."

"Moved you?"

"That's right, he holds grudges very much." Nanmenliang told him vividly about He Zheng's mighty and domineering appearance, which made Fang Tianzhuo laugh, and asked, "How is he?"

"I still have a cough. The slave has already sent someone to ask the imperial doctor to have a re-diagnosis. Don't worry, Your Majesty."

He Zheng's cough has always been bad, not to mention Fang Tianzhuo's worries, he himself is so worried, he always thinks about whether he has throat cancer, but there is no Baidu here, there is no way to search for symptoms, he can only comfort himself and scare Own.

As a result, not long after the award was awarded, Luo Yuanhou came to the door.

Seeing him, He Zheng finally put down a big stone in his heart, Luo Yuanhou is not dead!

"He Shanshou." Luo Yuanhou bowed and saluted, seeing some rewards around him that hadn't been put away, his expression was slightly downcast. He Zheng curled his lips, his eyes were clear: "Are you here to see a doctor?"

"yes."

He Zheng ran to sit on the table, held out his hand to him, and asked, "How are you?"

A word of hello, Luo Yuanhou's heart surged suddenly, and he said softly: "Everything is fine, I'm thinking of Lao Shanshou."

He Zheng said: "Don't work, don't work."

He looked at Luo Yuanhou with a heavy heart, hesitating whether he should tell Luo Yuanhou that he wanted to give up going out of the palace. It can be said that he was unwilling after all, and if he didn't say anything, he was afraid that Luo Yuanhou would be hurt.

He really wanted to leave the palace and Fang Tianzhuo's side, this man was too oppressive, he felt that he was always living in his shadow and would be depressed.

The two were entangled, so he decided to find a topic to talk about: "What has the imperial doctor been up to these days?"

"I'm leaving the palace." Luo Yuanhou answered quickly, and his voice came in a low voice: "The matter has been arranged properly. On the day of the spring hunting, there are friends in front of Huangfengya."

He Zheng took a breath, trembling with fear.

Luo Yuanhou finished the examination quickly, and said in a normal voice: "Master Chen has been ill for the past few days, so I have to go back. The temperature has been changing recently, and the young master should pay more attention to his health."

Luo Yuanhou asked him to open his mouth to look at his throat, and He Zheng opened it obediently, with snow-white teeth and a tender red tongue. Luo Yuanhou looked at it for a long time before retracting his gaze, and said, "Maybe there is some inflammation, I will give you some needles."

He lowered his head to get his acupuncture supplies, He Zheng closed his mouth and said weakly, "Does it hurt?"

Luo Yuanhou smiled and said softly, "It doesn't hurt."

He didn't lie to He Zheng, and the place where the piercing was done was not so unbearable. After piercing, he went to write the prescription, and the distance between the two of them became farther away again. get well soon."

This is a pun, talking about illness, but also an escape plan.

He needs a clear plan to determine whether this road will kill two people.

Luo Yuanhou handed He Zheng a clear prescription and a "secret prescription", and said in a warm voice, "Decoct the medicine like this, and you will be cured tomorrow."

He Zheng clutched the "dark formula" and held the "bright formula", his fingers trembling slightly: "Trouble doctor, I..."

Luo Yuanhou interrupted what he hadn't said: "It's my duty to share your worries for the young master."

Not daring to say more, Luo Yuanhou lowered his eyes and began to pack his things. He Zheng asked Shunyi to send him out, and asked Nan Qing to follow the "clear recipe" to grab the medicine. After secretly reading the "secret recipe", he threw it into the brazier, and sat in front of the window in a daze.

Luo Yuanhou walked out of the palace gate and only dared to look back when he heard the muffled sound of the door closing behind him.

Knowing that He Zheng was worried about his life, he felt even more uncomfortable. When he was originally studying Ziyao, Luo Yuanhou actually knew that someone would be sent to the palace, but he did it without hesitation because of his obsession with medicine. He is used to life and death, he knows that everyone has their own destiny, and he doesn't care who will become the reproductive tool of the royal family, but he never thought that this person would be He Zheng.

Anyone can do it, but He Zheng can't do it.

Luo Yuanhou felt a dull pain in his heart, and began to regret and laugh at himself more than once.

"Physician Luo." A voice suddenly came from ahead, and the palace maid said, "Concubine Luo is here to invite you."

He Zheng remembered that he hadn't told Luo Yuanhou about the disappearance of the contraceptive pills, so he lay down on the window for a while, feeling melancholy, and was coaxed back into the house to take shelter from the wind.

Luo Yuanhou's prescription was different from other imperial physicians, it was not so bitter, He Zheng drank it all in one gulp, just turned over and lay down when Fang Tianzhuo came over.

The arrival of this man is commonplace, He Zheng got up quickly when he heard the sound, first picked up his "homework" and ran over to show him. This is the first thing Fang Tianzhuo does when he comes every day: read his love letter.

In fact, it was a love letter, so He Zheng thought of some ambiguous words and wrote a sentence, and practiced it several times. His handwriting was ugly, and he wrote too many long needles for fear that Fang Tianzhuo would read it.

Fang Tianzhuo sat on the chair, read the "love letters" he wrote one by one, and said, "It is indeed a bit of progress."

Isn't it. What He Zheng wrote today is "I don't see you in a day, it's like three autumns away". Such a few words are easy to write, and if you write them over and over again, there will be a few that catch your eye.

He Zheng seemed a little pleased with being praised, but Fang Tianzhuo put down the paper, looked at him, and said, "Zheng'er copies poems all day long, but is she trying to perfunctory me?"

"Of course not!" He Zheng said: "I can learn from the world about my thoughts for His Majesty, and the sun and the moon can tell!"

Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his hand, and He Zheng immediately leaned over to give him a hug, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you think I'm careless?"

Fang Tianzhuo caressed his face like teasing a cat: "Otherwise?"

I wrote a love letter, and I also said I liked it, but I don't know why this dog is so greedy! He Zheng was dissatisfied in his heart, but he said in a good voice: "Your Majesty, you can't count the days often, and you can't express your affection often. There are some things that you will get bored after hearing too much. You see, I like Your Majesty so much, and I will only like you more in the future." I like Your Majesty more, and the affection is so deep that I can easily complain in a letter?"

Fang Tianzhuo nodded thoughtfully: "It makes sense."

"What's more." He Zheng said seriously: "My handwriting is not very good-looking, and I can't add icing on the cake. When I write out my original affection, half of it is broken, and if I show you it again, it will be broken in half again, so In fact, the affection you feel at this moment is only a quarter or less, of course you think I am perfunctory."

Fang Tianzhuo bent his lips, and approached him gently: "That's because I misunderstood Zheng'er."

He Zheng nodded immediately, and emphasized solemnly: "It was wronged, you wronged me."

"Then Zheng'er thinks, how should we handle this matter?"

He Zheng plucked up his courage and said: "Actually, I think the most important thing for people is to communicate with each other. In this communication, beating around the bush is the most taboo. Directness is the best."

"Um?"

"Why don't you..." He Zheng said timidly, "Can I stop writing love letters from now on?"

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows, He Zheng swallowed back what he had just said, and said, "Write that! Just, just in the future, can I hand it in every few days? Look, there is a lot of ink in my hand... It's not good to write, you I still hate it, I practice slowly every few days, that good calligraphy can be more or less icing on the cake, you can see it, and naturally feel more affection."

He babbled so much, Fang Tianzhuo only saw a sentence on his face: I don't want to write.

He chuckled lightly, pinched He Zheng's tender white face, and said softly with deep meaning: "You can't force love, that's all, just do as Zhenger said, but I don't have to watch it, you have to practice."

"Hey!" He Zheng immediately nodded in agreement.

Fang Tianzhuo suddenly changed his voice, and said again: "Is Doctor Luo here today?"

As soon as Doctor Luo was mentioned, He Zheng's skin tensed up. He moved his buttocks, sat vigilantly in the man's arms, and said, "Yes, I also gave me acupuncture, and now my throat doesn't hurt so much."

Fang Tianzhuo said: "As expected of a famous master."

He Zheng couldn't figure out if there was any deep meaning in his words, so he changed the subject with a guilty conscience: "By the way, has Your Majesty had dinner yet?"

"Used it with the Grand Master."

That's the one who came here to sleep with him.

Heh, man.