Thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king.
For Fang Tianzhuo, there are only others in this world who are not worthy of him, and there is absolutely no one he is not worthy of, let alone someone who dares to despise him.
He gloomily stared at He Zheng who was startled into a daze, pinching his knuckles with his fingers, resisting the urge to throw him out too.
Fang Tianzhuo walked away, He Zheng blankly held the unfinished apricots, and looked at the few fruits that had been thrown to the ground, feeling a sense of grievance suddenly in his heart.
You bastard, crazy!
He threw half an apricot in his hand towards Fang Tianzhuo: "I am pregnant or you are pregnant!!"
Hit it, hit it.
Before the man turned around, He Zheng's anger had been replaced by shock. Why are you so bold every time! Fang Tianzhuo will definitely kill him this time!
He hid under the table reflexively, and when he noticed that the man had returned with a sullen face, he suddenly came out and prepared to hide under the bed.
Fang Tianzhuo: "..."
He suddenly thought of a cat raised by his concubine when he was a child. He always liked to provoke people's bottom line, messed up the house, and couldn't control his paws despite repeated warnings. But when it sees people approaching aggressively and chasing it to fight, it is so frightened that it immediately shrinks its neck and drags its tail to hide everywhere. When it can't run away, it will just roll on the ground and raise its four paws, with a full face of wariness alert.
He Zheng was dragged out by his feet, held his breath and met his dark eyes, trembling and wary, just like that cat that had been splashed and cowardly.
"Hide what?"
He Zheng glanced at him timidly, not daring to say anything.
Fang Tianzhuo asked again: "Is the inside dirty?"
He Zheng hesitated: "...dirty."
"Know it's dirty and still go?"
"I, I'm afraid."
"Did I kill you?"
Indeed, he was fiercer than Xing.
He Zheng held back for a moment, and was even more aggrieved: "No."
"Then why are you afraid?"
"I, I smashed you."
"You know it will anger me, why do you still do that?"
He Zheng's cheeks puffed up and down again, as if restraining his temper: "Don't dare next time."
No wonder.
Fang Tianzhuo narrowed his eyes, did not pursue another lie, and warned in a deep voice: "Reflect on yourself, and don't make me angry again."
He Zheng nodded obediently. Fang Tianzhuo let him go, picked up the apricots on the ground, and threw them all into the trash basket outside the door.
He Zheng got up and followed out, looked around the room once, and made sure he had really left before saying, "Bah!"
He was obviously the one who lost his temper out of nowhere, so why should he reflect on himself? He has nothing to reflect on, isn't he just eating his leftover apricot... eh
He Zheng's expression changed, and he finally understood the reason for his anger, and a gloom almost stuck him to death.
This insanity is simply convincing. Isn't this kind of small thinking only for girls? Is it really okay for you to be so sensitive as a rough old man or the king of a country? !
This should be Fang Tianzhuo's den. The footsteps of servants coming and going are very light, obviously with martial arts. Fang Tianzhuo told him to wait and not run around. For the sake of his own life, He Zheng could only obedient.
The scene of being assassinated that night flashed through his mind from time to time. The face of the man in black gauze really resembled his modern elder brother, but when he thought that the other party came to kill him, he began to feel his scalp numb and felt that it was impossible. It's his brother.
How could the time-traveling incident happen to two brothers in one family at the same time
And He Zheng didn't want his brother to come over, because it would most likely mean that he lost his vital signs like himself in modern times. He couldn't imagine how it would feel for his parents to lose two children at once.
He Zheng clasped his hands together and prayed silently, hoping that his parents and brother would be in good health and everything goes well. Although I miss them very much, my brother must not pass through, this is simply not a place for people to stay.
In the next few days, Fang Tianzhuo was very busy every day, and He Zheng could hardly see his people, but Shunyi managed to transfer over. The people around him were safe, and He Zheng was also relieved.
But there was one more thing that made He Zheng anxious.
His pregnancy reaction intensified.
He started to vomit before eating breakfast in the morning, but couldn't vomit out anything after holding the door open for a long time. He Zheng's face was pale, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He was helped back to the table and sat down by Shun Yi, looking at the breakfast on the table I also want to eat it, but I start to feel sick before I eat it.
He lay down on the table and said weakly, "Go get some light ones."
Shunyi hurriedly asked people to evacuate, and ran to the kitchen to prepare in person. He Zheng's face was pressed against the table, full of exhaustion.
This reaction started yesterday afternoon. In less than two days, he began to doubt his life. He couldn't imagine how those pregnant women survived.
He couldn't help but start thinking about his mother. If this happened in modern times, his mother would definitely take care of him and feed him herself, and his father and brother would definitely greet him... No, no, he wouldn't be pregnant at all in modern times!
Speaking of which, when he was in college, even if he just had a random headache, his parents and brothers would take turns driving from the next city to see him.
Thinking of the past, and seeing that there is no relatives by my side at this moment, I can't help but feel a little desolate.
He Zheng picked the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers.
After barely eating something in the morning, He Zheng nestled on the soft bed and read a book. He was drowsy and dreamed of his parents and elder brothers asking him to get up one by one. When he opened his eyes, Jiang Fuyang was shaking his chair: "Shun Yi said you are not feeling well. , I went to buy some sour plums, try it soon."
The boy spread out his handkerchief and handed it over with dried plums. He Zheng pinched one and stuffed it into his mouth, sighing, "My brother is still sensible."
Jiang Fuyang also ate one, it was too sour, he vomited with a wrinkled face, He Zheng couldn't help laughing, and said, "Did you buy something for yourself?"
"Sweet rice cakes?" Jiang Fuyang unwrapped another paper bag on the table and said, "It's still warm, give you half to try."
He Zheng squeezed it up and took a bite. The mouth was soft and sweet, not greasy at all. He couldn't help feeling: "We Fuyang are indeed men who have experienced big winds and waves. We have grown up."
Jiang Fuyang glanced at him.
Perhaps because of the lack of energy, He Zheng's face is a bit soft and fragile, and a bit less aggressive, and the delicate features are more attractive.
Jiang Fuyang was stunned for a moment.
He Zheng patted him on the head suddenly: "Why are you staring at me?"
Jiang Fuyang blushed, frowned and said: "Your Majesty must be fascinated by your face, you are really a demon concubine."
He Zheng touched his face and sighed: "If it is a crime to look good, then I may be unforgivable."
Jiang Fuyang: "..."
If he lived in modern times, he would understand that He Zheng was playing tricks, but now he suddenly heard it and felt ashamed for him: "You are so thick-skinned."
He Zheng bit the rice cake and laughed out loud, "It's important to have self-knowledge. Why can't I tell myself that I'm so good-looking?"
Jiang Fuyang didn't know what to say, he stuffed the remaining rice cake into his mouth and said, "I'll ignore you."
"Hey brother." He Zheng called him: "Go to the kitchen and get me some marinated chicken feet. It should be slightly spicy."
Jiang Fuyang glared at him, "How dare you, who is your younger brother!"
He Zheng scratched his cheek, thinking so too. Fang Tianzhuo had so many concubines, but none of them were formally married. Even if he gave birth to a child, he wouldn't be qualified to call his younger brother a younger brother.
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What the hell kind of world is this? There is no human rights.
He Zheng leaned on the soft bed and thought, if this were in the modern age, Jiang Fuyang would have to call him sister-in-law even if he didn't call him brother.
But if it is in modern times, Fang Tianzhuo has to hold him in his heart, otherwise who will follow him? Where is the same as here, it is unfair to give him the next generation to be threatened and intimidated by him.
Not to mention that he was willing to give birth to him.
It's just a torture both physically and mentally.
He Zheng opened the book, leaned on the slum for a while and became dazed. He didn't open his eyes until he smelled the aroma of chicken feet: "Ah! Brother, you are so kind!"
Jiang Fuyang put the plate in front of him, and said, "You don't feel sick anymore?"
"Well, um." He Zheng rolled up his sleeves and ate one, and ordered him: "Pass me that water bowl, spit out the bones."
"Can't you sit up and eat?"
He Zheng looked over softly: "My good brother, just take care of your little nephew and his mother, okay?"
Jiang Fuyang angrily took it and put it on his chest, saying: "Your Majesty just sent back the news that you won't be returning tonight."
"Oh." He Zheng said indifferently: "Whether love returns or not, does it have anything to do with me?"
"Don't you ask him what he is going to do, is it dangerous?"
"What is there to ask?" He Zheng said: "He is the emperor of the real dragon, he is blessed by the heavens, and even a little injury will not kill him."
"You!" Jiang Fuyang reached out and snatched the chicken feet from his hand, and said angrily: "Your Majesty loves you so much, you don't know how to be grateful, and you still say such wolf-hearted words. I will cut you first and play later!"
He Zheng rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand and threw the water bowl to him: "Go out, don't eat."
Jiang Fuyang glanced at the snacks that were specially marinated for him, and then stuffed the water bowl back: "This is for the emperor's nephew."
He Zheng glared at him, scratched his paws again, Jiang Fuyang frowned and looked at him for a while: "You really don't wonder what he did?"
"The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, do you want me to die?"
Jiang Fuyang was furious, "Your Majesty is so caring about you, you are so stingy with responding even one out of ten, you, heartless vixen!"
He slammed his sleeves and left angrily.
"You're a vixen." He Zheng shouted angrily, "You're a snake!"
He bit his claws hard, and his stomach convulsed again while eating. He Zheng covered his mouth, struggled to get up, threw himself in front of the spittoon, and spat it out heartbreakingly.
"Shoushan, you are in a special situation now, don't get angry with Mr. Jiang."
"Who is angry with him?" He Zheng rinsed his mouth with a pale face, picked up the dried plums and stuffed them into his mouth, panting slightly, leaned back on them, turned his face and said weakly: "Take it out, don't eat it."
Shunyi hurriedly took the chicken feet away, He Zheng turned his face sideways, and slowly curled up sideways.
He really doesn't understand, Jiang Fuyang has nothing to complain to Fang Tianzhuo, just because he has paid a little attention to himself, so everyone knows that he dotes on him, but even if he likes himself, so what? Just because he likes it, should he be grateful to Dade
How could Fang Tianzhuo be so lucky? He was already aloof, yet so many people turned to him, spoke for him, and considered from his standpoint.
But I have nothing.
No one cares that he has no relatives in this world, no one cares that he struggles to make a living under Fang Tianzhuo's hands, no one cares that he has nothing but a heart that he can control, his body is not his of.
But everyone is still asking him to give his heart unconditionally to that man.
Does he dare to give it
He Zheng knew that when he found out that Fang Tianzhuo liked him, besides being able to live, there were other reasons for his happiness.
But he didn't dare to think deeply.
In this world, if he handed over everything, he would definitely die a miserable death.
He sniffled and closed his eyes wearily.
That night, Fang Tianzhuo really didn't come back.
He didn't appear in front of the anxiously waiting Jiang Fuyang with He Run and others until noon the next day. The whole group was a little embarrassed, Jiang Fuyang ran over quickly: "Your Majesty, are you all right?"
"Nothing." Fang Tianzhuo flicked his sleeves that were blown out of holes. Maybe the trip went well and he was in a good mood. He asked casually, "How is Shanshou?"
Jiang Fuyang said: "Well, maybe the little prince made a fuss and he couldn't eat it, but I bought dried plums to send as an appetizer. Are you going to see him now, Your Majesty?"
"I'm going to change clothes first."
Jiang Fuyang glanced at his torn clothes, knowing that it was because he was afraid of the good head.
Can't help but sigh, that wolf-hearted He Shanshou doesn't care about your life or death.
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