The Man Who Married a Tyrant

Chapter 6

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It's not that Fang Tianzhuo has never heard similar words, but few people can say it so frankly like He Zheng, as if he should be so frank, as if he was born to like him.

Fang Tianzhuo kissed him on the cheek, and He Zheng shrank his shoulders reflexively. Fang Tianzhuo returned to the chair in a good mood, and said with a pen: "Don't be in a daze, so that you can study ink."

He Zheng had no choice but to continue studying ink. It is so easy to grind ink while watching the TV camera, but now I really get started and realize that it is not easy. The force is not too light, too heavy, too thin or too thick. The most important thing is that this is a job of patience, but this is not a game console, how can it be patient? !

He Zheng quickly rubbed the ink stick for a while as if trying to vent his energy, and slowed down his movements because of the soreness of his hands. He hadn't recovered from the cold, and he became dizzy and sleepy after standing for a while.

Fang Tianzhuo said suddenly: "Let it go."

He Zheng immediately threw away the ink ingot, cheered up: "Then can I resign?"

Fang Tianzhuo said: "Pinch my legs."

Pinch your uncle's leg.

He Zheng squatted down obediently, clenched his fists with both hands and hammered at his legs, wishing to break his legs directly, but his strength was indeed limited, and pinching his legs was more physical work for him, and he would not know it when he was squatting on his knees Touching the ground, he knelt at Fang Tianzhuo's feet and fell asleep after rubbing it.

There was a slight weight on his leg, Fang Tianzhuo looked down and saw the other party tilted his head, his cheek was resting on his thigh. He was still a little conscious at first, but when he found himself hugging his thigh, he forced himself to rub his eyes and continued to pinch his leg. After a while, it really doesn't move.

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his head and frowned. Studying ink is the basis of learning, and pinching the legs is the basis of serving others. Is this He Zheng really the one from He Xiang's family

He patted He Zheng's face, the tentacles were hot.

"Come on."

Nanmenliang immediately trotted in, Fang Tianzhuo said: "Go and ask the imperial physician."

This time, He Zheng's wind and cold worsened, and he developed a high fever. He became dizzy and had nightmares. Fang Tianzhuo sat on a chair and flipped through a book. He didn't raise his head until Luo Yuanhou finished his consultation, and asked, "How is it?"

Luo Yuanhou frowned, and said in a low voice: "Reporting to Your Majesty, it should be caused by fright. I will add some medicine and take it together with Fenghan Wan, so that I can recuperate and recover in a few days."

"Then there is Doctor Lauro."

"Your Majesty is serious, the duty of the minister lies."

Luo Yuanhou got up to pack his things, but couldn't help looking at the bed. After all, if he hadn't made the fertility medicine himself, he would not have been sent to the palace as a fertility tool, let alone get sick so frequently.

With chest tightness and pain, Luo Yuanhou quickly walked out of the palace gate after resigning.

He Zheng was stupefied and had a nightmare, watching Fang Tianzhuo cut off the maid's feet, the maid cried loudly, her whole body was red with blood, she struggled to crawl towards him, screaming as she crawled: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault... Give me back my feet, give me back my feet!!"

The nightmare repeated, and He Zheng was so burned that it was difficult to wake up, so he could only struggle in vain, uttering inaudible dreams.

The high fever lasted all night and didn't stabilize until early in the morning. When He Zheng woke up, he realized that he had changed places in a daze.

He suddenly sat up, his eyes went dark again, he shook his head, and pulled back the heavy bed curtain. A handsome young eunuch stepped forward and said happily, "My lord is awake, the servant will send someone to Report back to Your Majesty."

He called someone to help He Zheng get out of bed. He Zheng asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

"Slave agrees, His Majesty specially sent him here to serve the young master."

He Zheng nodded. He remembered that Shun Yi was also a character in the original novel, so he was considered clever. He looked around here in confusion, and asked, "Did I move to another place?"

"This place is the Pize Palace. Your Majesty gave it to you yesterday. In the final analysis, it was also to silence the concubine. Don't worry, my lord. Your Majesty will visit you from time to time."

He Zheng wished that he would never come to see him. But he actually has a house, and it's such a big house. He Zheng couldn't wait to get out of bed and ran to visit. This hall is really not small. When running around, he met several strangers who greeted him, and they were all sent to serve him. .

He Zheng felt a little overwhelmed, he has a house! Such a big house, with a nanny to serve, is simply a dream life! !

But this enthusiasm was quickly extinguished. He only wore unlined clothing and a coat that was hastily thrown on him by Shun Yi. He stared at the closed door in front of him, and his mood became unhappy again.

He felt that there was more than one door in front of him, there seemed to be dozens or even hundreds of doors, and he was locked in these layers of tightly closed doors. It's true that Pize Palace rewarded him, but in the end, he was just borrowing it.

If you don't lose your life, maybe you can live there for decades, but if you lose your life, new people will move in soon.

He Zheng sat in front of the bronze mirror, looked at himself with fluttering long hair, then lowered his head to look at the wide sleeves on his body, and sighed again.

I don't know when Doctor Luo will be able to take him away. To be honest, Doctor Luo is actually quite good, with superb medical skills, honest, gentle, and understanding. If he can get himself out, it is not unacceptable to promise him with his body.

He is busy playing games all day in modern times, and he has never met anyone who can match his eyes.

Because of physical discomfort, He Zheng fell asleep again without eating much breakfast. Now he is confined in his own palace, and he has nothing to do, he will be in a daze after waking up after sleeping, he doesn't live in Fang Tianzhuo's bedroom, and he won't see anyone else for a day.

In the afternoon, Luo Yuanhou came over. He Zheng, who was lying in front of the window and staring at the palace gate in a daze, immediately lit up his eyes: "The imperial doctor!"

Luo Yuanhou was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Young Master, pay attention to the air outlet over there."

He Zheng reached out to close the window, and turned back in two steps. Luo Yuanhou had already walked in. He asked, "Why are you here?"

"Your Majesty ordered you to pay more attention to your young master's condition, and you must not repeat it again, so I will run more frequently."

He Zheng asked him to take his own pulse, and stared at him with both eyes. Luo Yuanhou's ears gradually turned red, and what kind of pulse was he checking, his ears were full of his own heartbeat.

"Young master, why are you looking at me like this?"

He Zheng said: "It's rare for me to find someone to talk to."

Shunyi and the palace servants stood with their heads down when they were seeing a doctor, and they didn't dare to say what they wanted to say. He Zheng lowered his eyelashes and asked, "Am I healed?"

"The fever has subsided, but the young master is weak, you still need to pay more attention, remember not to be in a daze at the wind like just now."

He Zheng stared: "I am false?"

No man likes others to say that he is hypocritical, but he then thought that the original owner seemed to be prone to illness because he was abused since he was a child, so he changed the subject: "Then can I walk around the yard?"

"It's doable if you wear it thicker."

"Then you walk with me in the yard."

Luo Yuanhou nodded.

When they left, the palace people were also watching from the corridor. The courtyard is so big, walking around is just going around, but the space is so big, it is not so easy to be heard.

He Zheng asked him: "If I get better, will you stop coming?"

Luo Yuanhou's heart throbbed slightly again, and he said in a low voice: "I have passed on a letter to my friend Fei Ge, and I will definitely come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible to take the young master out of the palace."

He Zheng said: "We are leaving, will Fang Tianzhuo chase us down?"

Thinking about it seems a little exciting.

"Sir, be careful!" Luo Yuanhou reminded him not to call the king by his name directly. He Zheng shrank his head secretly, and he sighed, "The sky is big and the earth is big, there is always room for it. It's just..."

"only?"

"He Xiangguo sent you to the palace. If you leave, I'm afraid the He family will be implicated."

He Zheng had already thought about this, and he said indifferently, "None of my business."

He Xiangguo and He Jinhua, one big scum and one small scum, He Zheng didn't care whether they lived or died.

Luo Yuanhou was a little surprised at his rudeness, but also felt that he was flattering when he spoke so frankly, and said, "If the young master is ready, we can set the plan in a month's time."

He Zheng looked over immediately, and Luo Yuan said kindly: "There is a custom of winning spring and autumn prey in the country. After one month, it will be spring hunting."

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He Zheng felt that one month was too long, but when he thought that he would be grounded for another month, he thought it was just right. He said, "Do you have a detailed plan?"

"The next preliminary plan..."

"His Majesty is here—"

A loud shout interrupted Luo Yuanhou's unspoken words. He Zheng scratched his heart, but still had to kneel down with Luo Yuanhou to salute: "I see Your Majesty."

Fang Tianzhuo stepped in with big strides, his narrow and dark eyes rested on them, and said, "Be flat."

The two stood up, He Zheng patted his knee subconsciously, Nanmen Liang saw his forehead twitching again, and looked sideways at Fang Tianzhuo, seeing his indifference, he smiled again.

Fang Tianzhuo walked towards He Zheng. Luo Yuanhou consciously stood aside.

"How's your body?"

"The doctor said I'm almost fine."

Fang Tianzhuo reached out and touched his forehead, then held his hand again: "Why are your hands so cold?"

"Is it cold?" He Zheng breathed a sigh of relief into his hands, rubbed them together, and danced around Fang Tianzhuo again, put his hands in his hands again, and asked, "How about this?"

Fang Tianzhuo stared at his clear eyes, with a smile in his eyes, reached out and hugged him horizontally, bowed his head and kissed: "It's still cold, I'll warm you up when I go back to the house."

Luo Yuanhou lowered his head, and Nanmenliang complimented him with a smile: "The imperial physician is a master."

Luo Yuanhou smiled: "Elder-in-law's absurd praise."

Nanmen Liang sighed: "He Xiang's young master is really a stunner, and His Majesty loves it very much... If it is true that what Xiang Xiang said can give birth to a dragon son, the imperial physician will be the best!"

Nanmenliang looked envious, and cupped his hands again: "At that time, our family will also rely on you a lot."

Luo Yuanhou's face remained unchanged, and he said gently: "It is the duty of a minister to do things for His Majesty. As for the first merit... I am really ashamed of it."

Nanmenliang gave a soft smile and passed him by.

Luo Yuanhou's eyes were gloomy, and he pursed his lips and left.

Once again being held onto the bed by Fang Tianzhuo, He Zheng rolled over and rolled away as soon as he was put down, saying, "I haven't eaten yet."

Fang Tianzhuo grabbed his ankle and pulled him over, saying: "Zheng'er must abide by his duty, and think that I will relieve my worries."

When he came to kiss, He Zheng pushed and said loudly, "Hungry!"

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows: "This is the time."

He Zheng didn't care: "I'm hungry!"

Fang Tianzhuo asked: "Zheng'er wants to resist the order?"

He Zheng was discouraged. Fang Tianzhuo was satisfied, he leaned forward and was kissing, when suddenly a low singing voice came from under him: "Hungry (say) hungry (what) hungry (what) hungry (king) hungry (quan) hungry ( Rich) hungry (expensive), hungry (fear) hungry (what) hungry (what) hungry (precept) hungry (law) hungry (clear) hungry (regulation)... "

Fang Tianzhuo: "..."

He stared at the person under him who gave up struggling, He Zheng met his gaze, tears of grievance welled up in his eyes, and sang one word: "Hungry (little) hungry (white) hungry (vegetable) hungry (ah) ), Hungry (ground) Hungry (in) Hungry (yellow) Hungry (ah), Hungry (two) Hungry (three) Hungry (year-old) Hungry (ah), Hungry (no) Hungry (yet) Hungry (mother) Hungry ( ah)… "

Because of the serious smoking, a snot bubble came out.