The Man Who Married a Tyrant

The two were lying together at night. Fang Tianzhuo told He Zheng that the trip went well. He Zheng felt strange and asked him, "Is Your Majesty injured?"

He Zheng is rarely considerate, Fang Tianzhuo's heart softened, he embraced the person with both hands, and said, "Never, Zhenger don't have to worry."

He Zheng nodded, thinking too, Fang Tianzhuo's plot to save He Run's injury should be on the premise of having a relationship with He Run, and the relationship with He Run is on the premise of He Run's serious injury. In this way, this world It is indeed not the original book, is it because of yourself?

He Zheng was a little happy.

"I've been busy during this time, and I haven't been able to accompany Zheng'er well. If I have nothing to do tomorrow, I will take Zheng'er out for a stroll?"

He Zheng nodded, rubbed his arms in his arms, and asked Ai Ai, "Can I buy candied haws?"

Fang Tianzhuo bent his lips and gently tapped the corner of his lips: "Little greedy ghost."

He Zheng got goosebumps, hugged his waist and buried his face in it.

Fang Tianzhuo believed in his words, and ordered people to prepare the car the next morning. He Zheng heard people say that they were going back to Daying Guodu today, because Fang Tianzhuo was worried that he would be bored. Only set aside a day for him.

It turned out that it was really good to please him.

When He Zheng went out, he realized that the courtyard where they lived was on a mountain, and the mountain road was too bumpy to ride on a horse-drawn carriage. Fang Tianzhuo carried him to the horse and walked slowly.

There was a mountain rain last night, and the air was fresh. He Zheng took a few breaths and looked around all the way. But this mountain view is actually nothing to see. Although He Zheng doesn't go out in modern times, there are more people who can see it, and he feels a little unhappy after watching it for a while.

He began to think about the person that day, whether there are people who look the same in this world, and they will travel through it?

Will it really be my brother?

"What's wrong?" He Zheng hurriedly shook his head with the warm breath in his ears, and said, "Can we be faster? I want to go to a lively place."

Fang Tianzhuo likes to be alone with him. He Zheng has been a lot quieter these days, and his speech is well-behaved. I don't know if it has something to do with pregnancy.

He liked it very much.

"Run fast, Zheng'er can't take it anymore."

He Zheng nodded, but Fang Tianzhuo increased his speed while trying not to be bumpy as much as possible. When he reached the foot of the mountain, the carriage had been waiting for a long time, and the driver waited respectfully with his head bowed.

He Zheng was carried off the horse and couldn't wait to run towards the carriage. His hips were sore and his waist was sore all the way. He wanted to get on the carriage and lie down immediately.

Fang Tianzhuo moved his nose suddenly, he smelled the faint smell of blood in the air: "Zheng'er!"

Abrupt mutation.

The coachman shook out his long sword and stabbed He Zheng who was running towards him. He was so fast that He Zheng could hardly hide. A stone was kicked out by Fang Tianzhuo and hit the coachman's wrist. The opponent's hand trembled slightly, the sword edge was sideways, and He Zheng was hugged back by Fang Tianzhuo.

He could clearly see the face of the other party that was almost identical to his own brother.

The opponent missed a hit, changed his sword, and came back again. Fang Tianzhuo hugged He Zheng and avoided it. He wanted to protect He Zheng, and he couldn't make a move for a while. Can only be avoided.

He Zheng's waist was suddenly pushed slightly by him, and Fang Tianzhuo had already pulled out his soft sword and shook it away after he fell a few steps forward.

At this moment, another murderous aura rushed forward, a figure jumped in the air, Fang Tianhua grinned and stabbed his sword at He Zheng, who had just stood firm.

Fang Tianzhuo's pupils shrank, and the soft sword shook into a bolt of lightning and threw it out, forcing the "chauffeur" back briefly, turning over and jumping in front of He Zheng.

Fang Tianhua's sword penetrated from his left shoulder until the hilt was against his back, and the sword edge poked in front of He Zheng, the elder, shaking slightly.

The "driver" on the left waved his hand, and the sharp blade came straight towards Fang Tianzhuo's neck.

He Zheng's eyes were splitting, and he turned his face sharply, facing the very familiar face, and shouting in a collapsed: "He Wenchu! Are you crazy?!"

The other party's expression was very sad, the sword edge deviates, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly backhanded, strong internal force surged, and the two were instantly overturned. Pulled out.

Blood splattered.

Fang Tianzhuo picked up He Zheng, flew to the front of the carriage, and left quickly.

Fang Tianhua got up from the ground in embarrassment, his grim face slowly calmed down after meeting He Wenchu, chuckled and raised the sword stained with Fang Tianshao's blood, sighing: "It's a pity, it's too long. short."

Otherwise, he must turn the sword edge in Fang Tianzhuo's bones.

He asked Chu Ningmei and was stopped by him: "Where are you going?"

"none of your business."

"you……"

Fang Tianhua glared at his figure and gritted his teeth angrily.

This He Wenchu, a few months ago, his temperament changed drastically and he was no longer obedient. If he hadn't been able to use his martial arts skills, he would have cut his corpse to pieces and fed it to the dog!

Fang Tianzhuo was dressed in black, and the blood was soaked so he couldn't tell, but He Zheng was wearing white, and his shoulders were dyed red when he was hugged all the way.

He looked at Fang Tianzhuo's face, subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his shoulder, blood gushed out from his fingertips, he stared blankly, this is, did He Run's heart-to-heart routine in the original book be applied to him?

He felt terrified when he thought of the sword that was about to pierce Fang Tianzhuo's neck just now.

Fang Tianzhuo returned to the other courtyard. He was extremely patient, and his shoulders were pierced, but apart from his pale face, his expression was still the same, and he even walked with a person for so long.

He Zheng was put down. If it weren't for the blood on his body, he could hardly believe that Fang Tianzhuo was really injured.

"Are you hurt?" His first sentence was to ask He Zheng, who subconsciously shook his head: "You, how about you?"

"Nothing." Someone was already running up around: "Lord!"

"Let's take Shanshou down to rest first."

He Zheng took a few steps, and suddenly turned back. Fang Tianzhuo had already sat down on the chair. Someone ran to ask an imperial doctor, and someone was using scissors to cut the clothes on his shoulders.

He Zheng walked back and said in a trance: "Let me see...Is there anything I can help."

"Aren't you afraid of blood?"

He Zheng shook his head. He wasn't afraid of blood, he was just afraid of the dead, but he always felt that if he continued to be together with Fang Tianzhuo, maybe one day he would be indifferent when he saw the dead.

He had some discomfort in his stomach, resisted the urge to retching, and took a breath. Fang Tianzhuo touched his pale face with his other hand: "Go back first."

The tone of command again.

He Zheng had to stand up again, and turned back three steps to leave. He sat at the door of his yard and waited silently, feeling a lot of discomfort in his heart.

Fang Tianzhuo's face was in his mind for a while, and He Wenchu's face for a while.

In the original book, Fang Tianzhuo also injured his shoulder, but it turned out that he deliberately injured in front of He Run.

He Zheng repeatedly recalled the situation at that time, but everything happened too fast. From his point of view, Fang Tianzhuo pushed him to one side with one hand and blocked the other side within ten seconds. sword.

So besides blocking the sword, does he have any other way? Fang Tianzhuo, there are already so many people who care about him, is it necessary to use this method to make him obey?

He Zheng had a splitting headache.

As for He Wenchu, He Zheng was sure that there was no such person in the original work. But when he called He Wenchu, the other party responded. Does it mean that the old man is really here?

But he always felt that something was wrong. When he saw himself, he shouldn't have that kind of eyes. Could it be that he couldn't recognize him because of his beautiful face?

He Zheng sat for a long time. After dinner, Fang Tianzhuo still didn't come to him. He could only go to Fang Tianzhuo. Now He Zheng suspects that he is afraid to go out.

Shun Yi carried the lantern to help him lead the way, He Zheng came all the way to Fang Tianzhuo's yard, and Jiang Xian immediately saluted him.

"Has Your Majesty rested?"

"Injured and already asleep."

He Zheng frowned.

In the original book, Jiang Xian also said the same when He Run was so anxious to see Fang Tianzhuo. He Zheng turned to leave, suddenly pulled Shun Yi, and whispered in his ear.

ten minutes later.

"Go to the water!! Go to the water!!!"

"Where are you coming! Shanshou is still inside!!"

Fang Tianzhuo lived next to He Zheng, Jiang Xian felt a stun in his heart, and immediately rushed out with Nie Ying.

He Zheng quickly slipped into Fang Tianzhuo's yard, and before he could kick open the door, Fang Tianzhuo had already opened it by himself.

Looking at each other, He Zheng glanced at the single coat on his body, then glanced at the small table in front of the window, he pushed Fang Tianzhuo away, walked over, picked up the brush and pinched it, it was wet.

He put down his pen and said, "Isn't Your Majesty asleep?"

"I'm just afraid that Zheng'er will be worried."

"Are you afraid that I will worry, or do you want me to worry?"

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him, smiled for a moment, walked over to hug him with one hand, and whispered, "Zheng'er has become smarter."

He Zheng looked at him for a while and said, "At that time, besides blocking the sword, there were other ways to save me, right?"

Fang Tianzhuo said softly, "I am so worried about Zheng'er that I am confused for a while."

Shit.

He Zheng's heart ignited a flame, and he couldn't tell whether he was distressed or angry, and said, "Then why isn't your majesty afraid that I am worried about your majesty?"

"The situation is urgent, I don't have time to think about it." Fang Tianzhuo couldn't help laughing, with a smug look in his eyes: "Zheng'er is distressed? Huh?"

The man's lips are beautiful, and when he bends to laugh, he fascinates him. He leans to He Zheng's lips and kisses him: "Never again in the future, Zheng'er is not angry."

Even if the plot of the original is different, how can a person's nature be so easily changed. He Zheng hummed and said, "Does Your Majesty still hurt?"

"Does Zhenger feel distressed?"

"Of course I feel distressed." He Zheng shouted seriously, "My heart is about to break."

The unilaterally charming atmosphere was broken, Fang Tianzhuo did not restrain his smile, but his eyes were already cold, He Zheng said: "I am His Majesty's person, how can I not feel sorry for His Majesty?"

Fang Tianzhuo straightened up, expressionless.

He Zheng took a step back subconsciously, he was terrified that Fang Tianzhuo's eyes would always give him the illusion that he would be torn apart.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is recovering well, I will leave first."

He Zheng cautiously bypassed him and walked away quickly, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he left the door. Fang Tianzhuo is moody, intelligent, and sensitive.

That's all, although it's a routine, in the final analysis, he is really hurt. Don't be angry with him in the future, take care of yourself, and don't foolishly give him your body and mind like General He in the original book.

Having said that, he couldn't help but feel tight in his heart when he thought of the splash of blood.

Fang Tianzhuo reached out and caressed the wound on his shoulder, lowered his eyelashes, and slowly reached out to rub it, under the severe pain, his face remained calm.

Until the bright red blood overflowed, dyeing the gauze red, he walked to the table and looked at the brush that He Zheng touched on the table, his five fingers became palms, and he slowly pressed it down.

After a long time, he slowly let go.

The table shattered in front of him.

"Zheng'er, Zheng'er... What do you think of me?"

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