When He Zheng went back and forth and came back to look at him, he just saw the scene of the table collapsing. He subconsciously wanted to leave again, but he thought that whether Fang Tianzhuo did it on purpose or not, in the end, he cared about him, so he had to bite the bullet left behind.
Leaving him at this time will only make him angrier.
Fang Tianzhuo finally noticed him, he turned around, his white shirt was already stained red with blood.
He Zheng's lips trembled, and he couldn't bear it for a while.
Does this psychopath have self-abuse tendencies
"Didn't you retreat?" Fang Tianzhuo opened his mouth first. Judging from the blood that was still smearing and spreading on his clothes, the blood on his body was still oozing out, but his face was calm, except that the blood on his face had faded, as if bleeding Not his blood.
He Zheng felt a surge of anger in his heart, his eyes were red, and he rushed over and pushed him hard: "Are you mentally ill? It's well bandaged, what are you doing with it?!"
Fang Tianzhuo remained motionless when pushed by him, he squinted his eyes and said, "It doesn't hurt."
He Zheng stared at him trembling slightly, and the tip of his nose gradually turned red, "Then what if I feel bad?"
Fang Tianzhuo looked at him: "Ruozhen deliberately blocked the sword for Zheng'er."
He Zheng said: "Then I am angry and distressed?"
His beautiful eyes lifted up, looking straight at Fang Tianzhuo, Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips, and said slowly: "I am in pain."
"You hurt and you still toss!"
"Originally, Zheng'er didn't feel bad, so I didn't."
No one cares, what's the use of pain.
He Zheng pursed his lips and said, "I'll go to the imperial physician."
"I don't want to see him."
He Zheng didn't argue with him: "I'll go get the medicine."
The first time He Zheng bandaged a wound was under the guidance of the wounded. He should have cried behind Fang Tianzhuo's back, his eyelashes were wet, his eyes were wet, and his red nose was pitiful and cute. Fang Tianzhuo looked at it, holding back I can't help raising my lips.
He Zheng tied the bandage seriously, got up and helped him pull up his clothes and fasten the belt, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly hooked his waist and hugged him towards him, saying: "Zheng'er has been crying more and more recently. gone."
"Do you know why?"
"Um?"
"I was originally a ruthless god in the sky. After meeting you, I was moved by the mortal heart. I went down to the mortal world to experience calamities. I washed my face with tears every day. I will be blind in the future."
Fang Tianzhuo thought for a moment, and said, "No wonder I always feel that Zheng'er is different."
He Zheng was taken aback for a moment, Fang Tianzhuo pulled him on his lap and sat down, and said, "Can Zheng'er tell me what the life of a fairy is like?"
He Zheng shrinks back, he always thought that Fang Tianzhuo might see that he is not the original He Zheng, but now he is more and more sure that this man is too smart, he doesn't know what he can see.
He Zheng grabbed the corner of his clothes, glanced at him subconsciously, and said, "In the days of the gods, you just sit at home and fight every day. Do you know what it feels like to fight with people through a small mirror at home? There is no need to be afraid of death, because If you die, you can be resurrected infinitely, and it doesn't matter if you get killed, you can still come back."
Fang Tianzhuo frowned: "Game?"
He Zheng stared: "How do you know?"
"Somewhat similar to chess, but it must be more fun than chess, right?"
He Zheng nodded subconsciously, wanted to say something more, but gave up again, saying: "Your Majesty, rest, I will go back first."
Fang Tianzhuo refused to let go: "Let's stay tonight."
"You are still injured, I don't sleep honestly, I'm afraid of bumping into you."
"Then Zheng'er should be more honest."
He Zheng was unhappy: "The little prince said no."
Fang Tianzhuo said: "Why not?"
How did this guy become so clingy? He Zheng said angrily: "You are a wounded person, and I am still pregnant. It is not good to accommodate each other. It is better to sleep separately."
Fang Tianzhuo was a little unhappy again: "Zheng'er is still angry with me."
He Zheng ignored him.
"Don't be angry, I order you."
He Zheng insisted: "The little prince said no."
"You..." Fang Tianzhuo pinched his face with his hands.
He Zheng shrank his head and glared at him: "The little prince said, you beat him, why are you losing your temper with me!"
He pushed Fang Tianzhuo away and jumped out, saying: "The little prince is going to run away, goodbye Your Majesty."
He stomped and ran out, all the way back to the yard, closed the door, undressed and went to bed.
Fang Tianzhuo, He Zheng sighed, he began to feel tired from the bottom of his heart. Fang Tianzhuo liked him and cared about him, which was originally a good thing. He could use all of this to live a better life, but what happened today made him feel a burden.
Because Fang Tianzhuo is asking himself to give the same response, if he is not satisfied with the content of the response, will he become angry from embarrassment
There was a lingering depression in He Zheng's chest. He sat up and took a breath, got up and opened the window to look up at the moon.
In the past, he never knew what it means to be sad in the spring and autumn. In his world, there is no life and death, no fear, no walking on thin ice, as long as he lives every day and lives happily.
His parents never put pressure on him, even for the college entrance examination, they never asked too much. He is seven years younger than his elder brother, even if someone says he is not as good as his elder brother, his parents will comfort him when they come back: they are envious of you as long as you live happily to make things difficult for you.
It seems that he is not born to be responsible, nor to bear the pressure, really just need to eat and wait for death every day.
The night breeze was cool, and He Zheng lay on his stomach for a while, feeling more and more uncomfortable.
He kicked the wall, kicked again, kicked until his feet hurt, and then limped back to the bed.
He Zheng rubbed his stomach, and suddenly raised his hand to hit him, but he was afraid of the pain, so he only dared to lightly.
He Zheng felt that he couldn't see his future, he couldn't imagine what it would be like, and he didn't even want to imagine it.
On the second day, they set off for Beijing.
He Zheng got off the car at the pier, was led by Fang Tianzhuo onto the boat, went back to the room and took off the gauze cap, and sat quietly by the window looking at the water in a daze.
He felt a little dizzy, wondering what it was like to be drowned, whether the pain was great or not. After thinking about it again, it will only take a few minutes to get older, and it will pass quickly.
He also felt that his thoughts were a bit silly, after all, Fang Tianzhuo cared more and more about him, why did he die, can this day be more sad than before
He didn't have a good appetite on the boat, and he always had nightmares. He dreamed that someone was digging the boat, or he dreamed that he was drowning. In just a few days, his whole body was visibly thinned by the naked eye.
Fang Tianzhuo doesn't live with him recently, and He Zheng hardly goes out. According to Shunyi, he has been very quiet recently, and he can sit for a whole day without talking to anyone.
Fang Tianzhuo pushed the door open, and He Zheng was crushing the steamed buns and throwing them into the water, when he turned to see him, he called out, "Your Majesty."
Fang Tianzhuo frowned, walked over to hug him, put his forehead against him, and asked, "What's wrong with Zheng'er?"
"Is Your Majesty better?"
"I'm getting better soon, Zheng'er, don't worry."
"Oh." He Zheng lowered his head and kneaded the steamed bun silently. Fang Tianzhuo kissed him on the lips: "Zhenger is not satisfied with the food cooked in the kitchen recently?"
"Can't eat." He Zheng said with weary eyes, "Your Majesty, don't worry about me, it will be fine after a while."
"I'll ask the imperial physician to take a look, okay?"
"I don't want to see you."
"Why don't you invite Doctor Luo?"
"I don't want to see you."
Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips, he hugged He Zheng, and asked, "What does Zheng'er think?"
He Zheng shook his head.
"Zheng'er has lost weight, and it's not as comfortable to hold as before."
"Your Majesty has been wronged. After you go back, find someone to send a male favorite to the palace. Your Majesty doesn't have to bear it."
Fang Tianzhuo paused, and slowly frowned: "What are you talking about?"
"Your Majesty, invite Doctor Luo to come here." He Zheng scratched him lightly and then jumped over again: "I'm really unwell."
Even on a boat, Luo Yuanhou had hardly seen He Zheng. He rushed over when he heard the summons, checked his pulse, and took a look at He Zheng's face: "Does Shanshou have any worries recently?"
Fang Tianzhuo also looked at him, He Zheng shook his head and said, "No."
"No matter what, you must maintain a happy mood. Shanshou's complexion is too bad. If things go on like this, I'm afraid it will be bad."
Fang Tianzhuo asked: "Why is it bad?"
"Return to Your Majesty." Luo Yuanhou said respectfully: "It may affect the little prince, and even damage his life."
Fang Tianzhuo's face was gloomy: "Does the imperial doctor have a solution?"
"I prescribe some soothing prescriptions, let Shanshou sleep better first."
Fang Tianzhuo went out with Luo Yuanhou, came back after a while, and said to He Zheng, "Go for a walk with me."
"I don't want to go." He Zheng's physical discomfort lasted for too long, and he was very mentally and psychologically exhausted. He just wanted to sleep on the bed. Fang Tianzhuo forcibly picked him up and said, "Go for a walk on the deck."
Fang Tianzhuo ordered someone to prepare a high stool on the deck, and asked He Zheng to sit down. There were many mountains on both sides, and his cheeks were blown by the wind. He Zheng looked at it for a while, and his mood improved. He pointed to one of the mountains and asked, "What does it look like?" A big turtle?"
"Longevity Mountain." Fang Tianzhuo said: "There are many residents at the foot of the nearby mountain, and they will hold a longevity competition every year, and the old man who lives the longest will win the first prize."
He Zheng pointed to a few more mountains, and he could name them all. He Zheng couldn't help but ask, "How does Your Majesty know so much?"
"I have been there."
Envy welled up in He Zheng's eyes again: "I really want to go and see."
"I will order people to stop the boat later, and take the zither off the boat to relax."
He Zheng shook his head: "Don't worry about it, if I have time in the future, I will go to see it alone."
Fang Tianzhuo stared at his delicate face, kissed his cheek lightly, stroked his chin with his fingers, and asked: "Zheng'er still thinking about leaving the palace?"
He Zheng pursed his lips, kicked the stool with his foot, and said, "I've been thinking about it for the past few days to discuss something with His Majesty."
"What is it?"
He Zheng took a breath, summoned up his courage, and said, "When the little prince is born, can your majesty set me free?"
The wind howled, the boat passed by, and the ripples on the water surface spread.
He Zheng heard the faint calls of wild animals from the two mountains, he slowly looked at Fang Tianzhuo's ruthless face, and in the silence, he found his own voice again: "If not, one day, Your Majesty is tired of me, can you let me go?"
Fang Tianzhuo narrowed his eyes and said, "If I am tired of you, I will only kill you."
He Zheng's eyes widened, Fang Tianzhuo stroked his lips, and said, "So, Zheng'er, be obedient, and don't even think about leaving me in this life, and don't annoy me."
He Zheng looked at him for a moment, then suddenly hit him with his head. Regardless of Fang Tianzhuo's anger, he jumped off the stool and punched him in the face. Fang Tianzhuo frowned and held his wrist: " Are you crazy?"
He Zheng kicked him hard on the leg, one kick was not enough, he had to kick the second kick, his heart ached with anger, his eyes were faintly red, Fang Tianzhuo was furious, and was suddenly hooked by him He grabbed his neck and kissed his lips. When he was in a daze, he was punched in the stomach again. Before he could get angry, he was suddenly pushed back by He Zheng. He tripped over something and staggered and sat down. Zheng rushed forward, knelt in his arms, and hit his heart with one knee.
Fang Tianzhuo reached out and grabbed his back collar, and his lips were suddenly kissed again.
He Zheng's lips were sweet and soft, and the faint fragrance on his body made people feel confused. He knelt in Fang Tianzhuo's arms and kissed him, while hitting his back hard with his fist.
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Fang Tianzhuo's eyelids twitched, he had never seen such a fight in his life, his lips suddenly hurt, and the smell of blood permeated, his brows were deeply furrowed, he grabbed He Zheng's neck and pushed him away, pinching the slender neck After being broken, his face was gloomy, but his hands were shaking.
He Zheng lowered his head, grabbed his hand suddenly, and bit his arm hard.
"You...!"
After biting, He Zheng bit his lips again, and the moment he touched it, he said, "Did you see? I love and hate you at the same time."
"..."
He Zheng sat down tiredly in his arms, leaned against him softly, and said, "Do you really want to kill me? You can do it now."
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