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

Ch 31

It was Fang Tianzhuo who asked me to hit him.

He Zheng shrank inside, breathing fast and his heart beating wildly.

It was Fang Tianzhuo who said, don't be afraid of him, he wanted to beat him for a long time.

He can't kill me, he doesn't take care of killing me.

He Zheng touched his head, and realized that the hat was missing. He looked at his white clothes, which seemed to be a little conspicuous, so Gulu rolled in the cabin at once, turning his face ashen. Pupu, huddled inside, cautiously staring outside through the same dilapidated boat curtain.

This side has been deserted, almost uninhabited, and the shore is also empty.

No one is a good thing.

He Zheng squatted inside and thought, if Fang Tianzhuo couldn't find him tonight, then he would shave his face and fly away tomorrow, and Fang Tianhua should not recognize him.

He faced the bow and observed the shore, Fang Tianzhuo got on the boat silently, and sat quietly at the stern to observe him.

The sky was getting dark, He Zheng moved his feet uneasily, his calf was numb from squatting, and because he waded in the water when he got on the boat, his ankles were wet and uncomfortable, so he sat down and put on his shoes and socks. All thrown out.

He slowly relaxed, let out a breath, and lay down with his limbs wide open.

Rolling his eyes upward, he suddenly saw a white jade hair crown and a... familiar forehead.

"!"

He Zheng suddenly sat up straight, Fang Tianzhuo was very rejected by the fact that he was sitting behind him, but he still had to bite the bullet and turn around to face him.

Fang Tianzhuo's forehead was blue. Of course, He Zheng was not much better. After all, the effect of force and force is mutual, and he is obviously much more pitiful than Fang Tianzhuo, with messy hair and dirty face and body. The wet eyes looked like a kitten or a puppy, Fang Tianzhuo looked at him for a moment, and then said, "Come here."

"It's you!" He Zheng was afraid that he would kill himself, and was a little furious: "You let me hit you! You can't kill me! I, I still have one hundred, one hundred heads, which can be offset..."

"Okay, canceled." Fang Tianzhuo said: "Come here."

He Zheng was stunned for two seconds: "Really, really?"

Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his hand to him and said, "I have one word."

He Zheng moved over hesitantly and slowly handed him his hand, Fang Tianzhuo pulled him into his arms slightly, He Zheng froze, seeing that he took out the handkerchief that he had wrapped the sesame cake for last time, and wiped it for him. wiped his cheeks.

He Zheng looked at him in confusion, a feeling of regret suddenly surged in his heart, Fang Tianzhuo seemed like he wasn't going to kill him in the first place!

"Then, that head..." The more He Zheng thought about it, the more distressed he became. "Can you still give it back to me?"

Fang Tianzhuo curled his lips and said, "Okay, return it to Zheng'er."

He Zheng looked at him with puzzled eyes for a while, then subconsciously pinched his veil: "I'll do it myself."

Fang Tianzhuo did not refuse.

His face was dry ashes, and it couldn't be wiped clean. He Zheng's face was red and painful, so he stopped.

The two of them were sitting on the stern of the boat, the wind was blowing, and they were speechless. He Zheng unfolded the veil and looked at it, and found a few beautiful begonias embroidered on it. He subconsciously looked at Fang Tianzhuo, trying to find a topic. : "This is embroidered by Your Majesty?"

Fang Tianzhuo laughed dumbly: "My mother-in-law."

That's a few years old. He Zheng said: "Your Majesty's mother is really amazing, and the embroidery is really good."

Fang Tianzhuo did not speak.

He Zheng returned the veil to him, Fang Tianzhuo took it calmly, folded it up and put it away, his eyes suddenly fell on his feet. The foot was delicate and white, like a handicraft stained with ashes. He Zheng pulled his hem to cover his feet, and suddenly saw that he had torn off his shirt and bent over to wrap his cool feet.

His palms were warm, and his expression seemed to have a touch of tenderness.

He Zheng recalled the events of the whole day, and felt strange in his heart. Just as he was thinking about it, he heard him say, "Go back."

He handed the gauze hat to He Zheng, bent down and picked him up, lightly tapped his foot from the stern, and landed on the shore lightly.

This dog's qinggong is really awesome, He Zhengpiao's heart is surging, he tugs at the corner of his clothes and asks, "Can I learn this?"

Fang Tianzhuo said: "I have time to teach you to try."

He Zheng was hugged and walked for two minutes. He wanted to fly again, but he didn't dare to mention it. He struggled silently all the way, but he had already reached the restaurant.

They plan to stay here for two days and wait for the supplies on board to be purchased before they can continue their journey.

This bumpy road, He Zheng can not help but miss modern trains and planes.

As expected, the humble He Zheng was still in the room with the noble Fang Huang. He was carried upstairs in a filthy manner. Jiang Fuyang looked stunned: "Shou Shan is injured?"

Of course, He Zheng can't say that he was scared away and made himself like this, which is too embarrassing.

He immediately covered his stomach, leaned his head against Fang Tianzhuo's arms, and said weakly, "Yeah, I met an assassin. In order to save the driver, I had to take a step to divert my attention..."

Not finished.

A half-smiling gaze fell on his face.

He Zheng raised his hand and hooked his neck to bury his face in it, to save face, Your Majesty.