He Zheng's proposal met Fang Tianzhuo's appetite, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Yes."
He Zheng pulled his hand to the opposite side full of unease, and whispered: "Don't do it, okay?"
"Um."
"I, I'll knock on the door first, you stand here, okay?"
Fang Tianzhuo said: "Okay."
He Zheng tidied up her clothes, looked down at the skirt on her body, suddenly froze, then turned to look at Fang Tianzhuo: "Today doesn't seem to be suitable... How about changing it..."
"Squeak—"
The opposite door was opened. Noticing the change in Fang Tianzhuo's expression, He Zheng turned around abruptly, and showed a big smile to He Wenchu: "Brother..."
He Wenchu held the sword in his arms and looked at him expressionlessly. He Zheng shrunk his stomach cautiously and bent over, trying to hide his little skirt, but unless there was a sudden crack in the ground, how could he hide it.
He Wenchu clenched his fingers and said coldly, "Come here."
He Zheng stepped up hurriedly, but Fang Tianzhuo's voice came from behind: "Stop."
He Zheng subconsciously stopped again.
He Wenchu's cold eyes passed him and collided with Fang Tianzhuo, suddenly his eyes sharpened, "Qiang" drew his sword, and jumped up, the movement was too fast, He Zheng raised his face dully and looked at his brother above his head The corners of the clothes fluttered, and when they turned around, the two had already fought together.
He panicked: "Listen to me, don't stop fighting, Your Majesty, my husband, my brother can't beat you, let him go..."
He Wenchu was stimulated by the phrase "Xianggong" with blue veins on his forehead, Fang Tianzhuo's figure flashed, avoiding his sword edge, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he responded in a leisurely but gentle voice: "I know."
"Brother, don't be so ruthless, don't really hurt him..." The two hit from the ground to the roof, and He Zheng followed behind: "Come down, and talk well, brother, he didn't bully me, the clothes belonged to me." I want to wear it, really, bro, don’t be angry..."
A murderous intent flashed across He Wenchu's eyes, the sword edge was sharper, and every move was stabbed at the fatal place, and he said coldly: "Emperor Dog, don't think you can be arrogant for long, I will take He Zheng away sooner or later, you will never find it in your life to him."
Fang Tianzhuo's calm face turned hard, he touched the soft sword at his waist, and said in a dangerous tone, "Don't you dare."
He Wenchu realized that he had met his Nilin, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly became happy: "Your He Zheng is He Xiangguo's son, and this is my He Wenchu's younger brother. He doesn't belong to you, he doesn't belong to you." In this world, no matter how capable you are, Fang Tianzhuo, you can only dominate this world of feudal dross, once he leaves, you will never see him again in this lifetime."
The soft sword was drawn suddenly, and Fang Tianzhuo's eyes were full of hostility: "Then I will kill you first."
He Wenchu had no choice but to deal with it mentally, and continued to stab him with his mouth: "Do you think you can kill me? I am the same as He Zheng. What came here is only a soul. If you kill me, I will return to you." Look for the next host, and He Zheng will hate you because of this matter, don't even think that he will obediently stay by your side in your life."
Fang Tianzhuo's pupils contracted, and the sword collided quickly. He Zheng was chased and supported by his servants, and he followed out of the yard panting: "Your Majesty, stop beating, he can't beat you, brother, stop beating! I have something to tell you!"
Fang Tianzhuo's eyes burst into fury, his robe puffed up silently, and his hair was automatic without wind. He Wenchu realized that he was really going to kill him, and immediately condensed his internal strength to fight back, holding the sword in his hand, and said coldly: "I I have asked all the immortals to do it, and in a few days, you will never hear him speak again."
The trees beside him were swaying, Fang Tianzhuo flipped his left palm and held a sword in his right: "Dare!"
The leaves danced wildly, the air twisted, He Zheng was supported by the guards, and subconsciously raised his sleeves to block the deadly wind.
When all the dust settled, he wiped his face to look, and saw that He Wenchu's sword was thrusting into Fang Tianzhuo's chest. He Zheng heard his own heartbeat that was so strong that he was almost suffocating, and his brain was short of oxygen for a while: "Fang Tianzhuo , Fang Tianzhuo, why did you ask you..."
It was pitch black before his eyes, and he swayed and fell down.
He Wenchu frowned, drew his sword with blood, and cursed, "Shameless."
He jumped down and helped He Zheng up. The latter woke up slowly. He saw Fang Tianzhuo falling to the ground with his sword. He pushed He Wenchu away and hurried over: "Your Majesty, how are you?"
Fang Tianzhuo glanced at He Wenchu, and said weakly, "He moved first."
"Are you alright?" He Zheng touched the wound on his chest, "Come here, please ask the imperial physician, hurry up!"
He Wenchu frowned fiercely: "Why are you in such a hurry, he hit my sword himself, very well-measured, and he won't die."
He Zheng looked at Fang Tianzhuo, who suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He Zheng was startled, hurriedly hugged him, and said angrily, "He won't hide when he bumps into you? You're a threesome holding a popsicle stick to play cool." Is it a child?"
He Wenchu was unhappy: "Pay attention to your attitude."
"I'll settle the score with you later." He Zheng covered Fang Tianzhuo's wound, and took it down to stop the bleeding first. Fang Tianzhuo was lying on the bed. His injury was not deep this time, and the sword didn't penetrate, but even so The wound looked scary too.
He Zheng looked at his pale face and asked, "Will you lie down for a while?"
Fang Tianzhuo glanced at He Wenchu who was leaning against the wall and looking at him coldly, He Zheng hurriedly stood up to block him: "No, don't punish him, I will scold him..."
Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes and said nothing.
He Zheng licked his lips, and He Wenchu suddenly came over and grabbed He Zheng's arm: "What are you afraid of? If he punishes the crime, he will punish him. It's not that I have no other way to come and see you."
"Stop talking!" He Zheng shook him off and said, "Your Majesty, take a good rest and don't move around."
He helped Fang Tianzhuo lie down, touched his forehead, and He Wenchu pulled him up again: "Why are you so anxious, have you forgotten what he bullied you before? I didn't pierce him. Pretty good."
He Zheng pursed his lips and glared at him. He Wenchu held his arm and looked him up and down: "Look at what you look like now, should I call you sister Zheng in the future? Hmm?"
He Zheng smashed his head, and He Wenchu's nose was immediately red, and the red blood overflowed. He covered his nose and raised his head, and when he slowly lowered his eyes, his eyes suddenly changed.
He Zheng: "!"
After smashing out the fake brother, he immediately ran over to block the bed, looking at him nervously, "He, He Wenchu..."
The fake brother narrowed his eyes and walked over slowly. He Zheng was worried that he would attack Fang Tianzhuo who had lost too much blood, so he suddenly stood up again: "Brother, good brother, I'm sorry, I'll rub it for you..."
He reached out to touch the other person's nose, but he slapped his hand away, and frowning, he passed him to look at Fang Tianzhuo, who was sleeping on the bed. He Zheng tiptoed to block him, but he was not tall enough, so he could only open his mouth Block it with your hands.
The fake brother looked at him quietly, "Get out of the way."
He Zheng shook his head: "You can't kill him, brother, you can be regarded as my half brother, I really do it for your own good, you can go."
Fang Tianzhuo behind him sat up slowly, his eyes met with his fake brother, and suddenly he threw something over: "This is the gold medal for entering the palace, you can come to me anytime."
"Your Majesty!" He Zheng was shocked. The fake brother gave him a cold look, turned and walked out.
He Zheng came back to look at Fang Tianzhuo anxiously: "You, are you really okay? My brother didn't do it on purpose, definitely not..."
Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his hand, and He Zheng sat obediently in his arms, listening to him say: "If your brother was hurt today, would you think I didn't do it on purpose?"
"Your martial arts are better than him... He said you bumped into it yourself." He Zheng asked, "Is that so?"
"yes."
He Zheng didn't ask why, he silently hugged Fang Tianzhuo tightly, and said, "Stop doing this, Your Majesty, I thought you were going to die just now...don't provoke me anymore."
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He rubbed his belly, exhausted: "Next time we meet, don't fight again. If he draws his sword again, you hide behind me and use me as a target. He will definitely not dare."
Fang Tianzhuo said: "Your brother loves you very much."
"Well, he is a good brother." He Zheng paused, raised his face and said, "You are also a good husband."
He knew that Fang Tianzhuo could have killed He Wenchu, but he didn't, and he was even willing to take the sword, maybe it was to appease He Wenchu's brother-in-law's eagerness, or he was playing tricks on him again, but He Zheng He didn't want to care about it anymore, he only knew that Fang Tianzhuo was injured, he was so distressed that he fainted, and he never wanted to see him again.
"Your Majesty." He Zheng said, "Please take good care of yourself at all times, and please try to be merciful to some people as long as you don't get hurt, is that okay?"
Fang Tianzhuo was silent for a long time, and did not answer him, but said: "It's nothing, let's go back to the palace."
On the carriage, Fang Tianzhuo's complexion has not been very good. He Zheng didn't take care of him last time when he was injured, so he doesn't know how he survived. Let people have better physical fitness, even if they get better faster than ordinary people, but they still suffer a lot.
But he was quite tolerant, even though his face was pale and he was sweating coldly when he was jolted by the carriage, he still remained silent and his expression was indifferent.
After returning home, Fang Tianzhuo developed a high fever. He Zheng sat in front of the bed and looked at him blankly. He always felt that Fang Tianzhuo was the best in martial arts in the world, and he was also the chosen one. .
The little prince suddenly kicked his stomach, he regained his senses and rubbed his stomach, changed Fang Tianzhuo's cold handkerchief again, touched his face, and for the first time thought that Fang Tianzhuo might die .
Even if I tell myself again and again that he is different from others, this thought keeps popping up.
"The head of goodness." Nanmen Liangyou approached, and said: "You have been bumping all the way, and you are still pregnant. Your Majesty will leave it to the servant."
He Zheng didn't refuse: "I'll sleep next to you."
He lay down on a small couch on one side, and took another look at Fang Tianzhuo, feeling a little heavy.
The two of them fought for so long today, and they didn't have time to talk to my brother, let alone let them get to know each other, but now that my brother has a signboard to enter the palace, it should be much easier to meet.
But He Zheng thought of Fang Tianhua again, fake brother... don't bring Fang Tianhua in here.
Why are there so many broken things.
He Zheng fell asleep extremely exhausted, and when he woke up it was midnight, he propped himself up and rubbed his eyes, and saw Nanmen Liang dozing off on Fang Tianzhuo's bed with his head propped up.
He Zheng walked over and covered him with a thin blanket, and the latter woke up immediately: "Oh, good head, your majesty's fever has subsided, and the servant fell asleep."
"Go down and rest."
"No, no, the servant is gone, and His Majesty will not be able to sleep well."
"You guys have a deep friendship."
Nanmenliang said with a smile: "Your Majesty believes in slaves, but slaves are just slaves. If one day the enemy confronts us, slaves are stepping stones that can be discarded at any time."
Fang Tianzhuo can do this kind of thing, He Zheng said: "Then you are still loyal?"
"The servant's life is given by His Majesty, so naturally he will serve His Majesty as a cow and a horse for the rest of his life."
He Zheng couldn't understand these people, he said: "Do you have something to say to me?"
"Hey." Nanmenliang saluted respectfully, and He Zheng was annoyed: "Sit down."
"The servant just wants to tell the good head that compared to the loyal servant who can be used as a footstep at any time, you are the good head, but His Majesty is willing to sacrifice his life to protect you." Nanmen Liangyou said: "Your Majesty has been rough since childhood, and rarely There are happy times, but after meeting you, it is different, and this servant can see that His Majesty has you in his heart."
He Zheng frowned and said, "Speak humanly."
Nanmen Liangdao: "Your Majesty is worthy of the heart of a good leader with your head as a guarantee."
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