If Fang Tianzhuo doesn't click, he will bite the bullet and pretend to be stupid, anyway, every second you live is a second.
Fang Tianzhuo stopped his hand to wipe his face, and looked at him.
He Zheng's heart beat faster and faster.
Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile that was not a smile: "A love letter to me?"
He Zheng nodded immediately, his attitude was as serious as facing a college entrance examination paper, and he didn't dare to blink.
"Then, where did it go?"
"No, it's gone."
"Who took it?"
"I don't know."
He Zheng was too nervous, raised his hand to wipe the ashes on his face, his face was flushed red, but he couldn't feel the pain at all, his eyes glanced at his face from time to time, and he was always on guard against Fang Tianzhuo. Throw him to the ground and crush his sternum.
Fang Tianzhuo grabbed his hand. That gray face had been rubbed red and dirty, pitiful and hateful.
"Then I will call up all the servants who have entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation recently and ask them one by one. If I can't find out who secretly hid the love letter that Zheng'er wrote for me, I will cut them all down."
He Zheng felt that he was wearing shackles every time he breathed and breathed, and he said slowly, "No way."
"Why?"
Because you will be struck by lightning by killing innocent people indiscriminately like this! !
"In His Majesty's palace, there may be assassins entering or leaving. They may have seen the love letter I wrote to His Majesty, and then sneered, just... rubbing it like this, the paper turned into powder." He Zheng said slowly, word by word. He jumped out, carefully reading every word through his mind, and at the end, he suddenly came to his senses: "I'm not sure, that assassin is still framing me, ruining the love letter, and replacing it with something that divides my affection for Your Majesty. ..."
He felt a little guilty again, his tone weakened, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, if you believe me and kill me, then you will never find a loyal and infatuated lover like me in your life."
Fang Tianzhuo Yin and Yang smiled strangely, without making a sound, just staring at him like that. He Zheng fidgeted on his lap, his fingers twisted with each other, and the pores all over his body were dripping with sweat.
Fang Tianzhuo moved suddenly, his fingers spread out, resting on his forehead, and squinting at him, his smile remained unchanged, and the color of his eyes was uncertain. He Zheng pursed his lips and felt as if he had been suffering for a lifetime before he said, "Come here, clean up for the son." Touching himself, he said in a low voice, "Go out."
The room was silent. He Zheng held his breath and soaked his head in the water. After showing his head again, he took a few breaths. He grabbed the edge of the tub and was in a trance.
Soon, someone from the palace came to urge softly: "Young Master, hurry up, Your Majesty is still waiting for you." What are you waiting for? Serving the bed, Cao Nima does it every day without fear of his bladder exploding.
He Zheng said softly, "Got it."
He wiped his face and went out in good spirits, but the expected scene did not happen. Fang Tianzhuo was sitting at the table and had already spread out some rice paper. He came out with wet hair and patted his leg.
He Zheng walked over, sat down obediently, and listened to him: "It's a pity that Zheng'er's love letter is lost. If you don't write it again, I will take care of it this time."
He Zheng was kissed on the cheek by him, his thin white fingers were put into a wolf pen, and he glanced at it, but the man's expression still couldn't tell the depth.
In modern times, his own brother is a very good person, so He Zheng was forced to learn calligraphy since he was a child, but compared to the original owner, he would definitely be inferior. If Fang Tianzhuo could get the original owner's handwriting, he would not Know what to think.
Forget it, take it one step at a time.
He Zheng pursed his lips and responded with 12 points of spirit.
"I want to get to know you. I have no end in life, mountains have no edges, and heaven and earth are in harmony. I dare to be with you." Fang Tianzhuo patiently picked up He Zhengchou's unbelievable love letter, and unexpectedly did not question it. He took the fault of the ancient text and said: "Zheng'er's words, it's time to practice."
He Zheng was taught in a muffled voice: "Unfamiliar."
Fang Tianzhuo did not break the spirit of the casserole to ask the end, He Zheng suspected that this was Because he sees through everything and is very sure of what he sees through, but...why didn't he kill himself?
Is it because the baby hasn't been born yet?
He held his stomach, and Fang Tianzhuo's hair was suddenly plucked: "Zheng'er said that he will become better in order to be worthy of me, but this word is really too unsightly."
He Zheng expressed his loyalty : "I will practice hard."
"Then just write a love letter for me every day." Fang Tianzhuo said: "Zheng'er is so happy with me, I think she will be willing to come, eh?"
He Zheng blinked: " Of course, as long as Your Majesty is happy, I'm willing to do anything."
Fang Tianzhuo leaned over and kissed his lips, whispering, "I'm busy with business today, so I won't send Zheng'er back to the palace in person"
He immediately left Fang Tianzhuo, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, pay attention to the dragon body, and the grass people will retire first."
Nanmenliang glanced at Fang Tianzhuo's face, and personally sent He Zheng, who was fleeing, out of the door, and re-opened the door. Back, the room was silent.
Nanmen Liang held his breath and looked at him quietly.
Fang Tianzhuo quietly looked at the so-called "love letter", and did not speak or move for a long time.
Soon, someone came to report: "Young Master has rested at the Palace of Pize."
Nanmenliang waved his hand to let him back off and said softly, "Your Majesty should rest too."
Fang Tianzhuo didn't answer, he shook the picture Zhi, slowly said: "I want to know you, I have no end in life for a long time, the mountains have no edges, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to be with you." Nanmen Liang did not dare to answer.
Fang Tianzhuo said: "That's a really good word."
He Zheng sneezed fiercely, wrapped in the quilt and huddled on the bed, his throat was dry and tingling, and he realized that he might have caught a cold after freezing on the mountain in the middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, his head was getting more and more painful, but his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't sleep no matter what, he could clearly hear the watchman in the palace playing the fifth watch.
Five more, it is Yin Shi.
He Zheng got up from the bed with a splitting headache. No one in his palace had woken up yet, only the clever Shunyi heard the door open and hurried out: "Master so early today?"
"Me." He Zheng touched his throat , said: "I'll get up and exercise."
He walked towards the stupid horse in the stables, and hurriedly ran in to get him a cape: "It's not good to wear such thin clothes, I hear that your son's throat is itchy, but you need to declare an imperial doctor. Come to the clinic?" He Zheng allowed him to put on his clothes, touched the stupid horse's head, and said, "Is there anyone in the imperial hospital at this time?" It was not Luo Yuanhou who was on duty late at night. An old doctor gave He Zheng a prescription for sore throat, ordered to take medicine on time, and left.
He Zheng took the medicine, then ran to the house and sat, staring blankly at it, his throat itch from time to time, and he coughed twice.
The sky was getting brighter and brighter, He Zheng was still wrapped in his cloak and wearing his middle clothes, motionless, looked around, walked up and said, "Young Master, it's time to eat."
"Cough." He Zheng said with a pale face: "You should prepare first."
"Young master, go back to the room and sit, the wind and cold will worsen like this, I'm afraid Your Majesty will feel distressed."
He? He Zheng sneered and rubbed his nose. He suddenly raised his head and said, "I'll call you Ergozi in the future." Shunyi was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said, "Thank you for your name."
He Zheng was suddenly amused, and stretched out his hand to snort his head: "I didn't say you, I said This stupid horse is called Ergouzi..."
Fang Ergouzi.
These words did not dare to spit out when they reached the tip of the tongue.
Shunyi also smiled, but He Zheng looked at him, but gradually couldn't smile.
In this palace, everyone just wants to live, and it doesn't matter if their name is changed arbitrarily or they lose their dignity. It seems that in this world, Fang Tianzhuo is the only one who is free and supreme.
He held the wind-cold balls that Luo Yuanhou made for him, and his heart tightened again. He hadn't seen Imperial Physician Luo for a while, he was really worried, Fang Tianzhuo killed him silently.
He ate breakfast, and because he was confined, he couldn't go anywhere. He could only use a pen to write the homework assigned by Fang Tianzhuo.
Besides "Shang Xie", what other love poems are there?
There really isn't much in his mind to handle Fang Tianzhuo's homework.
He Zheng wrote "I love you" on a piece of paper, which was crooked and miserable, so he could only grab it and throw it away.
Love letter, ah love letter, he closed his eyes, sat up straight again, and wrote seriously: "You are the wind and I am the sand, lingering to the end of the world.
" After half an hour, he lay on the paper and sighed, when did he become a head?
Fang Tianzhuo wouldn't really let him write a love letter every day with calligraphy. If it was a ballpoint pen, He Zheng would still be able to speak lightly, and the calligraphy would be more than half of his patience when he picked up the pen, right?
He Zheng had a headache, sore throat, tinnitus, and was frantic. Fang Tianzhuo is a piece of shit, give him an AWM and he will destroy a platoon of him!
He stared dazedly on the table and was confused until a loud voice: "Your Majesty is here—"
He Zheng sat up straight for almost a second, Fang Tianzhuo had already stepped in, and He Zheng stood firm, "Your Majesty "Have you eaten yet?"
Fang Tianzhuo ignored him, but stretched out his "homework" and pulled out his "homework", not knowing whether he was dissatisfied with his words or Feng'er and Sha'er, he frowned slightly.
He Zheng immediately leaned over to explain: "This, the wind is Your Majesty, and Sha'er is me. If you blow, I will follow you..."
"Where are you going with me?"
He Zheng said sweetly: "I'll go wherever you go, this, the corners of the earth, the four seas as home, it's fine."
Fang Tianzhuo looked at him: "The corners of the world, the four seas as home?"
He Zheng shut his mouth sharply.
It feels like I said something wrong.
Fang Tianzhuo confirmed to him: "You want to be with me, the ends of the earth, and the four seas as home?"
He Zheng finally understood. As the ruler of a country, Fang Tianzhuo could never take him home from all corners of the world. In short, he was flattering this time.
He Zheng's anxious eyes lasted for two seconds. He slowly walked over, stretched out his hand, and wrapped his arms around Fang Tianzhuo's waist. He took the initiative to stick it a little, and then a little more, until he raised his head and could almost touch Fang Tianzhuo's lips. , then softly said with a small nasal voice: "I mean, I want to be with Your Majesty, entangled, continuous... to the end of the world... to the cape..."
These words carried an extremely ambiguous artistic conception, and his eyes were soft. Like silk, Fang Tianzhuo was pulled neither light nor heavy, as if a fine flame was ignited on his body, and he went crazy.
He Zheng was suddenly carried to the table by him, he held his breath and looked at Fang Tianzhuo's deep and abyss eyes, and unconsciously tightened his fingers, seeing the man's lips getting closer and closer, suddenly, He Zheng:
"Ah, Sneeze—" The saliva splashed onto Fang Tianzhuo's face as finely as spring rain.
Fang Tianzhuo didn't move, but He Zheng moved in a hurry. He wiped Fang Tianzhuo's face and took the initiative to kiss him.
"Chirp." Click.
"Boom." Twice.
"What?" Three times.
The atmosphere did not ease, He Zheng felt a little cowardly in his heart, let go of his hand, aggrieved, and said pitifully: "I, I'm sick."
Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his hand and probed his forehead, it was true He had a low fever again, and he said lightly, "Zheng'er gets sick so often, is it because she wants to see someone?"
This is simply a rumor!
He Zheng looked at him immediately: "Yes."
Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips, his dark eyes swept out a fierce anger, something roared in his chest, he withdrew his hand, and did not have time to vent this anger. The anger of unknown source, the gadget in front of him, who doesn't know whether to live or die, opened his mouth again.
"I get sick so often, I naturally hope that Your Majesty will take care of me a little more, and hurt me a little more... If Your Majesty is always with you, not to mention this little cold, I'm not afraid of the plague."
"..." The anger was strange. After being smoothed out, Fang Tianzhuo questioned again, what kind of magic power does He Zheng's tongue have, so that he can control his emotions at will, when it hurts, it hurts, and when it's quick, it's quick.
His eyes flashed: "I, sooner or later, I will cut your tongue."
The author has something to say: Zheng Zheng: ... qwq
Fang Huang: Ha.
qwq, I'm going to be spoiled, I really hope that the clicks every day are not fake...