The Man Who Married a Tyrant [Book Wearing][MTL]

Ch 7

What else does Zhenger ask for?"

"No, no more."

Since you can't get the small balls, it's useless to delay the time. What's the difference between the last bed and the hundred times?

He Zheng's heart was bitter, and he didn't dare to show the slightest bit on his face, but Fang Tianzhuo brought up the old thing again: "By the way, what did the maid who kicked Zheng'er look like yesterday?

" No."

"Then Zheng'er, you have to think about it tonight." Fang Tianzhuo wrapped one hand around his slender waist, slipped one hand down lightly, and tapped his knuckles on his ankle: "If you can't think of it, , I will take your pair..."

His words stopped abruptly, and He Zheng suddenly hugged his neck and blocked his lips with his lips. He Zheng's heart beat faster, and his mind went blank.

He had already anticipated what Fang Tianzhuo would say next. If he didn't want to pull out a ghost to vent for him, He Zheng's feet would be chopped off tonight. And Fang Tianzhuo said that as long as he said it, he would definitely do it. He Zheng naturally couldn't find others out of his conscience, but he didn't want to hurt himself, so he could think of blocking Fang Tianzhuo's mouth. The only way.

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes narrowed, He Zheng clumsily teased his lips and tongue, an impulse passed, he slowly let go, the snow-white and beautiful face was timid and shy, and there was more fear and fear in his eyes.

Fang Tianzhuo pursed his thin lips tightly, his dark eyes blew a storm, and his face was gloomy, like a windy desert, making people terrified.

He Zheng knelt down suddenly, staring at the black boots with thorn gold, trembling: "It's hard for the people to restrain themselves... Please, please forgive me!"

With a loud "bang", Fang Tianzhuo suddenly stood up, His palm cracked the table, and he stared at the ant-like He Zheng under his feet.

Simply, bold! presumptuous! court death! !

Fang Tianzhuo's chest bulged, and the phrase "pull it out and behead it" stuck in his throat.

The palace staff of the entire Pize Hall were kneeling on the ground with their heads on the ground, shaking like chaff.

Fang Tianzhuo stepped out like a gust of wind.

Nanmenliang got up from the ground and looked at He Zheng who was kneeling on the ground in disbelief for a while, "You, you..."

He didn't die! !

He quickly retracted his trembling fingers, the wind was like the sky above the sky, and the little eunuch behind him was shaking, but his voice was steady: "Your Majesty is back to the palace—"

The Pize Hall was silent, and He Zheng was soaked in cold sweat. , After a long time, he slowly raised his head, confirmed that the crisis was over, got up from the ground swayingly, and said: "Go... prepare hot water, I want to take a bath."

A memorial was thrown on the ground, Nanmenliang, who had just entered the door, picked it up swiftly and said softly, "Your Majesty, He Shizhong is asking to see you.

" Who is He Shizhong?"

"He Xiangguo's direct son, He Jinhua."

"I forgot, he has already been promoted to Shizhong."

 Fang Tianzhuo said , "Why?" I gave some clothes and items that Mr. Zheng had at home."

"Let him go back and wait."

"Yes."

Fang Tianzhuo picked up the memorial, and it happened that He Jinhua handed it over, so he threw it out with a flick of his hand.