He Zheng was taught the piano by his hands, and he subconsciously looked at his handsome face softened because of his good mood. The profile was so close at hand, it was extremely pleasing to the eye.
He couldn't help but kissed, received Fang Tianzhuo's eyes, and said: "You look like the lover of my dreams just now."
Fang Tianzhuo was unhappy for a second: "The lover of my dreams?"
He Zheng said solemnly: "I often dream that there is a person who looks exactly like you. In the dream, he takes care of me in every possible way, is gentle and tolerant, knows what I like and what I don't like, and is willing to discuss everything with me. My elder brother treats my parents as my parents... why are you looking at me like that?"
Fang Tianzhuo's eyes ranged from displeasure to doubt to understanding and then to uncontrollable laughter. He lightly bumped his forehead with his forehead and said firmly, "I am Zheng'er's dream lover."
He Zheng rolled his eyes: "You are not ashamed."
"The dream was made by Zhenger, and the words were said by Zhenger, why should I be ashamed?"
"You are in such a hurry to be my dream lover, and you don't even see if you are the right one."
Fang Tianzhuo's pensive appearance seemed a bit silly to He Zheng, he burst out laughing, put his arms around Fang Tianzhuo's neck, and said softly: "Don't think about it, it's you, I know, you must It will become what I like, and I will like it more and more."
The benefits of Fang Tianzhuo being in a good mood are obvious, at least he won't lose his temper suddenly, making everyone feel insecure, and he won't drag people out and chop him up just because of a trivial matter, challenging He Zheng who is completely different from him Three Views. Even though he sometimes made He Zheng angry when he said something, He Zheng also knew that the three views between the two of them could not be adjusted in a short while, so he was willing to let him a little bit.
What made He Zheng happy was that no matter how busy Fang Tianzhuo was, he would always remember his hard pregnancy, and came over to help him massage his legs to lull him to sleep, and then returned to the front hall to approve the memorial.
The palace lantern was hanging high, and Nanmenliang stood at the door looking at His Majesty the Emperor who was carefully tucking in the quilt after Empress He pressed his legs. He felt in a daze that this person was not the Majesty he knew, at least not in front of Empress He. He was so considerate, It was in stark contrast to the decisive, cold and brutal man in the court.
To be honest, he really couldn't see what there was to like about Empress He. He always thought that if Fang Tianzhuo didn't have three wives and four concubines, he would have chosen someone as upright and capable as him as his lifelong partner. But He Zheng, he is obviously not.
A person like him should be one of the three thousand in the harem, and not worthy of His Majesty's exclusive favor.
The only thing special about him is probably the exuberant vitality on his body, which is as tenacious as a weed, when he steps on it with one foot, he falls down, but when that foot leaves, he can stand up tremblingly again.
But there are too many people trying to survive in the cracks, why did His Majesty just settle on such a... idiot.
After thinking about it, Nanmenliang thought it was probably because he was good-looking and hard to find in the world.
Fang Tianzhuo sat for a while, waited for his lover's breathing to be steady, and slowly leaned over to kiss the slightly parted lips.
He left from the bed, Nanmenliang followed immediately, first turned on the lamp in front of the table, then knelt down respectfully to grind ink.
"It's been cold these days, let Shangyifang make more warm clothes and send them over as soon as possible."
"It will be fine for two days if you do it as usual, but how many more sets do you want to make for the queen?"
"Yeah." Fang Tianzhuo suddenly thought of something: "I hunted the white sable last year, you can find it tomorrow and see if you can make a cloak for the queen."
"Why."
"Let's turn on the floor heating in advance, too. He's arguing about being cold today."
"The slave has written it down."
The weather here was colder earlier than in modern times, and it was much colder. He Zheng woke up early in the morning, and Fang Tianzhuo was not by his side as usual. He curled up wrapped in a quilt, and suddenly realized that today seemed warmer than yesterday, tentatively. Pulling back the bed curtain and poking his head out, he found that the small step in front of the bed was covered with a thick tiger-skin carpet. He stepped on it slowly with his foot that was going to wear shoes. The fur was obviously treated, and the soles of the feet were soft and soft It was hot, and he immediately looked outside at the withered and yellow leaves: "Why does it seem to be warm today?"
Shun Yi immediately smiled and said: "Your Majesty ordered people to turn on the floor heating in the middle of the night yesterday. This former Hall of Mental Cultivation will not be burned until late November."
He Zheng restrained the corners of his lips from rising, and said, "Really?"
"That's not it, who doesn't know what our Majesty loves about you today?" Nan Jing came in holding a few sets of clothes, shook them out and checked them carefully, and said, "Your Majesty is still worried about your whole life." I'm so bored staying in the house, hurry up and make thick clothes, I hope you will go out more often."
It's winter, where to go.
He Zheng panicked from the cold even showing his head, and he couldn't bear to have a room with floor heating when his clothes came.
The Tai Hospital began to come to check the pulse at a fixed time since they returned to the palace. The expected date of delivery was given on this day. About half a month later, He Zheng counted the days and rubbed his stomach, suddenly worried.
A question kept recurring in his mind: Will I die in childbirth
Even if he knew it was not good to think like this, he couldn't control the thought at all, would he go back if he died? Or go to the next world he doesn't know
This night, Fang Tianzhuo was rarely busy, so he went to bed early to sleep with him. In the middle of the night, He Zheng suddenly started talking in his sleep. Fang Tianzhuo opened his eyes and saw him curled up, sweating profusely, with one hand tightly Grabbing her clothes, she immediately reached out to pat him: "Zhenger?"
He Zheng was yelled several times before he suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were dilated, his eyes were red, and he was gasping for breath, obviously being stunned.
Fang Tianzhuo held him in his arms, stroked his back with his palms, and waited until he calmed down slowly before asking, "Did you have a nightmare?"
The tears that could not hold in He Zheng's eyes fell, he huddled in Fang Tianzhuo's arms, and said for a long time: "I may be going to die."
Fang Tianzhuo's heart shrank slightly because of his words, and he reprimanded: "Nonsense."
It was the middle of the night, and people are prone to emotions. He Zheng's tears fell uncontrollably, and he felt a man's lips fall on his face and kiss him.
Fang Tianzhuo's movements were gentle, but the tears in his mouth were salty, which made people feel bitter. He Zheng choked up and said, "I'm afraid of pain, afraid of death, I want to live, and I want to be with Your Majesty forever."
"Zhenger, Zhenger? Look at me." He was stuck in a nightmare and couldn't struggle, so Fang Tianzhuo could only hold his face and said, "You will be fine, I will protect you and will not let anyone People take you away, you know?"
Perhaps it was his words that gave He Zheng a sense of security for a short time. He Zheng nodded and was coaxed by him to fall asleep again.
He Zheng began to become very anxious, even the origami crane could not calm down. This day was like a countdown to his life. He ordered people to find a lot of books and inquired about some labor cases. When he encountered something bad, he couldn't help it. When he gets caught up in himself, when he meets someone good, he thinks that he is a man after all, and he must be different from a woman.
The Imperial Physician's daily clinic saw that he was too stressed and was in a bad mood, so he told Fang Tianzhuo about it, "Seeing that he is about to give birth, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for the queen to do this."
Fang Tianzhuo had to spend more time with him, but as soon as He Zheng saw him, he would immediately become very wronged and could not stop crying. Fang Tianzhuo withdrew stiffly, looked again after a while, he regained his composure, he walked in tentatively, He Zheng burst into tears when he saw him.
Fang Tianzhuo: "..."
He was at a loss, hesitantly stepped back and wanted to leave, but he saw He Zheng opened his hands: "Hug."
Fang Tianzhuo's eyes softened, and he walked over and was hugged by him at the waist. He lowered his head and stroked He Zheng's head, and was suddenly hit on the back by him. He suspected that He Zheng didn't do it on purpose, but then his waist was pinched by him After a while, Fang Tianzhuo frowned and grabbed his hand: "Zhenger..."
He Zheng was pushed away by him, the tears seemed to drop without money, Fang Tianzhuo sat down and wiped his face: "Are you angry with me?"
More than anger, He Zheng has the heart to kill him right now. All the fears in his life were brought to him by Fang Tianzhuo. In one year, it seems that he has experienced all the fear and fear of his life. To experience the most terrible things.
He originally thought that he was big enough that a woman could give birth, and he should be fine, but as the due date approached, he found that he couldn't accept this fact more and more.
He was afraid of pain, but also afraid of death. He felt depressed and wronged, but he had no way to vent it. The only way to relieve it was to shed tears.
He suddenly grabbed Fang Tianzhuo's hand and bit it down. The pain made Fang Tianzhuo reflexively pinch his cheek, "What are you doing?"
He Zheng continued to shed tears, whimpered and looked at him, twitching like Fang Tianzhuo took away his best toy and beat him up.
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Fang Tianzhuo paused, hugged him into his arms, brought his hand to his mouth again, and said in a low voice, "I'll be happy if you bite me? Huh?"
He Zheng bit down hard, Fang Tianzhuo immediately saw blood on his hand, veins throbbed on his forehead, his face was ugly, He Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty, lightly licked the blood on it, then threw his hand away, Pounced on his chest like a koala and sniffled.
His behavior is pitiful and hateful, and a bit ridiculous, Fang Tianzhuo took his injured hand and put it in front of his face again: "Stop biting?"
He Zheng wiped his tears with his hands, disgusted: "Broken teeth."
Fang Tianzhuo couldn't help laughing: "Go out for a walk?"
"No." He refused, and unwillingly grabbed Fang Tianzhuo's clothes, and said in a muffled voice, "Unless His Majesty hugs you."
Fang Tianzhuo ordered someone to wrap him in a cloak, and hugged him with both hands, "I will take Zhenger to sit in the imperial garden."
He Zheng buried her face in his arms, and the grievance and pain in her heart were slightly healed.
It was very windy outside, but Fang Tianzhuo hugged him and completely cut off the wind. When this man is not fierce, he can really give people an unparalleled sense of security.
He Zheng was carried to the pavilion in the imperial garden and released. This small pavilion is a good place to enjoy the cool air in summer. If it is cold today, bamboo curtains have been hung around it to block the wind, and a stove is burned in the pavilion. , it is very warm.
He sat down on the soft bed, took another look at Fang Tianzhuo, still loved and hated him, so he kicked towards the stove, Fang Tianzhuo quickly grabbed his foot: "Be careful of the carbon fire falling out, Burns are hard to heal."
He Zheng drew back his feet in fear, lowered his head to look at the stove, tears fell silently, Fang Tianzhuo sat beside him, and sighed: "If Zheng'er has something on your mind, you might as well tell me."
"I don't want to give birth anymore." He Zheng held back for a while, like a child throwing a tantrum, saying useless words: "I want to get rid of him!"
The author has something to say: Fang Huang: Silly daughter-in-law.
ps. Anyway, the flag has already fallen, so let’s go to the next chapter... Zhengzheng is going to suffer orz
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