The Man Who Married a Tyrant

This is a topic that He Zheng dare not touch.

He looked away, but Fang Tianzhuo picked his chin, "Speak."

Even in a very light tone, a man who is used to giving orders has an irresistible aura every time he utters a word.

He Zheng began to tremble again.

Fang Tianzhuo's reluctantly peaceful face became terrifying again, so He Zheng trembled even more, and it seemed that he was just an illusion that he was about to dismount.

Fang Tianzhuo once again hugged the slender waist of the person in his arms, and kissed him tenderly: "Tell me, forgive your innocence."

"..." He said something softly, but Fang Tianzhuo had a good ear, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

Fortunately, Fang Tianzhuo's patience has always been very good, and Duan Duan will not scare him back when the result is about to come out: "Huh?"

"...you're going to kill me."

He Zheng opened a pair of terrified eyes, and immediately lowered his head. He felt Fang Tianzhuo's gaze fell on the top of his hair, and was silent for a moment: "Why did I kill you?"

He Zheng pursed his lips and lied in an angry voice: "I don't know..."

He couldn't tell Fang Tianzhuo because I came from transmigration, and he couldn't tell Fang Tianzhuo because the original master conspired and cheated.

He can be sure that he will not take the initiative to do these two things, but the original book impresses him too deeply, he is afraid that one day, this body is out of control, and he is still imprisoned in this body. ?

"Then how did you know that I was going to kill you?"

He Zheng was very afraid that he would pull out his tongue, but he had to lie, so he didn't dare to look at him at all: "I see... pinch, pinch and count..."

Fang Tianzhuo suddenly laughed, he kissed He Zheng's cheek, and his voice was low and magnetic: "Silly Zhenger."

He Zheng got goosebumps.

The horse continued to move forward, He Zheng was afraid of him, and at the same time had to admit that the dog man seemed to spoil him when he said this kind of thing, **** it affected him a little bit.

Fang Tianzhuo suddenly said again: "How about I give you a gold medal to avoid death?"

He Zheng suddenly raised his face, his heart pounding: "Really, really?"

Fang Tianzhuo saw his excitement, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Of course it's true."

It took He Zheng a long time to calm down his emotions, and then he seemed to be peeking at Fang Tianzhuo again.

He saw that thin finger stretched out a little: "Just, just one piece?"

"..."

Very greedy but very scared, so He Zheng retracted his fingers and said humblely, "One piece is fine."

The man behind him suddenly laughed, first chuckling, then laughing loudly. He clamped his horse's belly, sped up his horse, and raised his voice: "Okay, I will give Zheng'er a white rainbow crane!"

"Then, how many times can I be exempted?"

"One time is not enough, then a hundred times!"

The humble He Zheng took a breath, his eyes lit up, and he straightened his waist involuntarily, "Really? Really? Really?"

He Zheng still couldn't hide his excitement until he was carried off the horse. Mom, he had a hundred chances to avoid death.

Until he got into the luan car, he could still feel his heart beating desperately in his chest.

Wait, wait, this hundred chances to avoid death, at most means that Fang Tianzhuo should not care about his failure to escape the first two times, and he should be careful in the future.

In case Fang Tianzhuo secretly held revenge after avoiding death, it would not be very good to pursue it later.

He Zheng carefully suppressed his excitement, but the unexpected reward still made him excited, and he couldn't help rolling in the car before finally restraining himself.

What does a hundred chances to avoid dying mean? This means that he has a hundred heads! !

Returning to the front of the main palace, He Zheng slid down from the carriage, and the gauze hat was not there for a while, and the stunning face was so bright that it almost made the sky light.

Nanmenliang helped Fang Tianzhuo to get out of the car, the latter looked back lightly, and He Zheng just happened to be looking here, met his eyes, smiled gracefully, and saluted respectfully.

After the spring hunt, it was time to discuss the merits and awards for the top prize. This matter had nothing to do with He Zheng. He swaggered towards the Pize Hall with his wide sleeves.

The palace concubines in the rear got into the sedan chairs one after another, headed by Qiu Shuiluo, staggering.

He Zheng restrained slightly, leaning against the wall to make way for them.

Qiu Shuiluo's hair was swaying, with a great demeanor, high above, and when he was parallel to He Zheng, he suddenly said, "Sir Shanshou."

He Zheng raised his head to look at her, but Qiu Shuiluo looked forward coldly: "Your Majesty loves the good leader so much, why didn't he prepare a shoulder for the good leader?"

He Zheng: "Fried fish? I don't like fish."

There was a chuckle from the back, a palace concubine who was very close sat on the sedan chair, covered her lips and looked over, Qiu Shuiluo sneered: "Ignorance."

They swayed away, and after listening to Nan Jing's explanation, He Zheng realized that what Qiu Shuiluo was talking about was a means of transportation for informal occasions under their buttocks.

He Zheng thought to himself that the modern game house is not a historian. I wonder if this thing is normal? But Qiu Shuiluo would definitely not understand this.

Unable to understand each other, He Zheng shook his head and returned to the palace first.

The wound on his leg is already scarred, and walking is not so painful, but the dressing needs to be changed regularly to prevent the wound from breaking and scarring again.

He Zheng changed the medicine and began to wait for Fang Tianzhuo to bring that white rainbow Helang over.

Waiting left and right, no one came. He Zheng guessed that Fang Tianzhuo was still busy, so he wanted to find something for himself.

He decided to think.

Now that there are no games to play, the days become much monotonous, and thinking should also be full of ritual.

Because he was lazy, He Zheng was quite adaptable to people. He asked Shunyi to run to the imperial kitchen to get him some chicken feet, duck neck braised eggs or something as snacks, and Shunyi hesitated: "Just want chicken feet?"

"Yeah, just chicken feet." He Zheng licked his lips. He hadn't eaten snacks for a long time. He especially missed the chicken feet with pickled peppers, and he couldn't help drooling just thinking about it.

"Then, how much?"

"Four or five." Shunyi had to go.

The waiting time was too long, so He Zheng had to drink tea and eat cakes while thinking.

It was obviously pointless to run away now, and Fang Tianhua had already set his sights on him, so it would be difficult to survive if he went out, and if Fang Tianzhuo didn't kill him or force him to get pregnant, it would actually be fine to stay in the palace.

If you don't get pregnant, you shouldn't die, right?

But if it's like this every day, how can it not be pregnant?

Can Fang Tianzhuo be rejected?

He Zheng frowned, could he ask Fang Tianzhuo for contraceptive pills?

Anyway, he now has a hundred heads!

How to use these 100 heads? It must be distributed reasonably. He is now 20 years old, and at least 50 heads should be reserved for those who are 60 years old. That is to say, before the age of 60, he only has 50 heads. Can use.

I don't know when Fang Tianzhuo died.

No, he finally asked Fang Tianzhuo to give him a hundred lives. If he died, the hundred lives would be invalid. Wan Fangtianhua ascended the throne... He Zheng shuddered, and quickly took a sip of water to suppress his shock.

Fang Tianhua takes all men and women, and...for example, Fang Tianzhuo can play, and it is really impossible to die if it falls into his hands. Fang Tianzhuo may have a reason for dismantling the National People's Congress into eight pieces, but Fang Tianhua is purely for fun.

Fang Tianzhuo should wait for him to die before dying.

He Zheng was exhausted.

He came back with pleasure, brought a plate of marinated eggs, and said to him: "The chicken feet and duck necks need to be made now, it will take some time, and someone from the imperial kitchen will deliver them later."

He Zheng ate a marinated egg first.

The chef of the imperial kitchen is different. The chicken feet and duck necks are especially delicious when they come out. It was quite refreshing, and He Zheng ate it all in one go.

Because there is no entertainment program, He Zheng practiced calligraphy for a while. In fact, he felt that the writing was very good, but the lack of brushwork made it still ugly in the eyes of Fang Tianzhuo.

At night, Fang Tianzhuo, who had disappeared for most of the day, came again. At that time, He Zheng had just taken a shower, and his wet hair was lying on the window, making the wind drowsy.

When the voices of the servants greeted him, He Zheng suddenly jumped up, surprised: "Your Majesty!"

Since Fang Tianzhuo said last time that he didn't need to kneel before he was healed, He Zheng seldom knelt, and he didn't have the habit of bowing.

Fang Tianzhuo's expression was light, but he seemed to be in a good mood. Nanmen Liang secretly relieved his heart. His Majesty usually came to He Shan’s capital to be false and bitter, but now he has figured it out.

Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his hand, He Zheng obediently walked over to hug him, and said, "I miss you so much."

This is true, and it is completely true and unflattering. Fang Tianzhuo was in a happy mood, and said warmly: "I will come earlier tomorrow."

He Zheng was thinking about his white rainbow and Helang, but Fang Tianzhuo had already started kissing him. He Zheng, who was only wearing a single shirt, was hugged by him and forced to open his lips to receive a delicate and long kiss.

Nanmen closed the door wisely and retired, and He Zheng was let go, panting slightly, waiting to be reminded: "Your Majesty, do you still remember what you promised me?"

Fang Tianzhuo hugged him and sat down in front of the bed, his fingertips hooked on his wet long hair, and asked, "What's the matter?"

He Zheng's eyes widened instantly, he was in a state of surprise, and he flinched: "That's right, just the one to avoid death... Bai Hong Helang."

Fang Tianzhuo thought about it and said, "So it's not me that Zheng'er is waiting for."

He Zheng hurriedly laughed again and said hypocritically: "How could it be... I really miss Your Majesty, you don't know, I got out of the car and separated from you, watching your back on official business, it was very uncomfortable. Now, from noon to now, suffering is no longer a word for me, it is an experience, a process of missing you."

The curvature of Fang Tianzhuo's lips has not changed: "It seems that Zheng'er doesn't want this tongue anymore."

"..." He Zheng suddenly thought of the words he warned himself, and when he saw him reach out, he almost jumped up: "No, no! Your Majesty, you pulled out my tongue and kissed me with an empty mouth. That's not a lot of fun lost..."

Fang Tianzhuo tapped his face and said with a light smile, "Zheng'er is right and reasonable."

He Zheng felt that he was teasing himself, but also felt that what he said seemed to be true. Just thinking about it, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly came up to him, almost mouth to mouth, with a faint teasing in his eyes: "Come on, give me some insight, where's the fun in your tongue?"

"..." He Zheng finally realized that he was really being molested.

He thought fiercely in his heart that Lao Tzu could use this tongue to slap your father and mother!

But in fact, he blushed, facing the man's gesture of waiting for a kiss, and sullenly pouted his mouth like a little daughter-in-law for a long time.

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Fang Huang: Cute.

Zhengzheng: ... gas.

PS. As I discussed in the previous article, everyone's definition of sweet text is different. In my opinion, the definition of sweet text is to trust each other and never betray after falling in love. Probably like perfume, different people will smell different smells, I think they are on the road to the final definition of sweet text. So...the label will not change qwq, it will be very sweet

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