The Man Who Married a Tyrant

Brother Killer clearly felt the change in his aura before and after. He couldn't help but look sideways. He Zheng raised his chin and said loudly, "I'm going back to sleep!"

"No."

"you dare……"

"My sword is fast."

He Zheng met his indifferent eyes, and the momentum he mentioned was a little weaker. He knew that many people in this book did not take their own lives seriously. There are very few people like him who are greedy for life and fear death. If the killer brother desperately wants to kill him, then...

"You, you said not to kill children."

He was able to bend and stretch very well. Brother Killer's eyes were stained with a smile, and he withdrew his gaze and said, "It depends on whether the child is obedient or not."

"..." Liar, big liar!

"Look at the moon."

He Zheng raised his face angrily and looked at the moon, hating why he couldn't do martial arts, otherwise he would have to make those who dare to threaten him pay the price! Painful price!

They looked at the moon silently for a while, and He Zheng said softly, "When do we have to see it? Can we find a game to play?"

"it is good."

He Zheng immediately stood up: "Then I'll get it..."

"Play this."

Brother Killer took out a stack of cardboard... playing cards.

He Zheng lowered his head resignedly.

He felt that this eldest brother was a little different from the previous two meetings, but his eldest brother has always been brainwashed. The employees of the company regarded him as an idol, but he didn't know how he made him a guy who would occupy a nest with him. make friends.

When the game was almost over, his brother finally came, "Yo, playing poker."

He Zheng was holding the card and was surprised: "...Brother?"

"If it's fake." He Wenchu ​​put away the card, frowned at his relieved expression, "has he scared you again?"

He Zheng shook his head hurriedly, and said, "That's not true. It just keeps making me look at the moon, and my head is sore."

He said that he could accompany his younger brother to watch the moon just by looking at the moon. He Wenchu ​​chuckled lightly and said, "Wait for a long time, get up and walk."

He Zheng was helped up by him and asked, "Is it also the Mid-Autumn Festival at home today?"

"It will take two months, mainly because I am too busy during this time, and the time of coming here is not fixed, so I specially asked Yu Heng to come to accompany you first, so as not to miss the palace ban."

"Yuheng?"

"He Wenchu ​​is his name when he walks the rivers and lakes, and He Yuheng is his real name."

He Zheng opened his eyes slightly: "Isn't this the name that Dad gave you before? I remember that it was changed to the one my mother gave because of the name of my cousin."

"It's amazing, I also think it's amazing." He Wenchu ​​felt emotional, and He Zheng nodded again and again, "It's too coincidental, he actually has a name called Yuheng."

"If I can't come and you can't leave one day, treat him as a brother, and he will help me take care of you."

He Zheng was startled: "Why can't you come?"

"Just what if, we have to prepare for the worst."

Seeing that He Zheng's mood was down, he helped the person to sit back on the chair and said, "I'm tired, sit down and rest."

He Zheng sat down, half bent over and pressed his leg, He Wenchu ​​immediately asked, "Does your leg hurt?"

He Zheng complained in a low voice, "It's all my fault that the imperial doctor insisted on forcing me to exercise. Recently, my legs have always been sore and swollen, and they have grown several laps."

"Let's take a look." He Wenchu ​​squatted down and took off his shoes. Before the socks came off, he heard the sound of the blade breaking through the air. He immediately turned sideways and looked up. A sword shining with cold light was already on his neck. , Fang Tianzhuo's eyes danced violently, and said gloomily: "What are you doing?!"

He Wenchu ​​kept his hands behind his back and sat on the ground, with a half-smiley smile: "His leg hurts and he can't bend down. I'll rub it for help. Why, I stole your baby? It's such a big fire."

He Zheng carefully pushed the sword away with his hand, and said softly, "This is my eldest brother, Your Majesty..."

Fang Tianzhuo took the sword, suddenly bent down and hugged him, said coldly, "It's not early, you should go back."

"Your Majesty, I..." What He Zheng wanted to say was frightened back by his overly terrifying face, and he was hugged and walked out, and he could only hold his shoulders to see He Wenchu: "Brother, don't be angry, I will tomorrow I'm going to find you and invite you to dinner!"

He Wenchu ​​stood in the yard and touched the sword on the table with thoughtful eyes.

He Zheng was carried all the way back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Seeing Fang Tianzhuo's posture, he seemed to be throwing him on the bed. When approaching the bed, he suddenly hugged his neck and rescued himself.

Fang Tianzhuo bent over and put him down with a cold face, grabbed He Zheng's wrist and pulled his arm down, and asked, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

He Zheng didn't understand what there was to say. He supported himself and moved backwards, saying, "My brother just wants to see my legs, nothing else."

Fang Tianzhuo was angry again: "Can the legs be shown casually?"

He Zheng opened his mouth, funny and helpless: "That's my brother."

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes were about to eat people, he grabbed He Zheng's cheek, and suddenly bullied him, and said in a low voice, "Don't force me to kill him, understand?"

The warm breath sprayed on his face, He Zheng swallowed, realizing that he was not angry, but really angry, and nodded reflexively.

Fang Tianzhuo kissed him, He Zheng stepped back again, but was pressed on the back of his head by his broad palm. The brain he was kissed lacked oxygen, and he stretched out his hand to push it before he was released. Fang Tianzhuo stared at his delicate face, Pressing his lips, he whispered, "Let me see your legs."

The snow-white calf was exposed, and the slender ankle was swollen several times. Fang Tianzhuo's gloomy face did not improve: "Come on, prepare hot water."

While waiting for the hot water, he stared blankly at He Zheng again. The latter's eyes were suspicious and his heart was faint. Even if he liked Fang Tianzhuo, as long as the other party was angry, he still felt scared.

The hot water was quickly delivered, and a beautiful little palace maid came to test the water temperature and said softly, "The queen put it in to test the water temperature. If it is feasible, the servant will pinch your feet."

He Zheng put away his feet, and said deliberately, "Your Majesty doesn't like others touching me, so I don't want you to pinch me."

Fang Tianzhuo frowned, He Zheng glanced at him, and was frightened by his face to withdraw his eyes, the man lowered his voice restrained: "How are you doing?"

He Zheng was determined, but he didn't have the guts to say, "I, I'll just have a bubble."

Fang Tianzhuo's face softened a little, He Zheng moved over and put his feet in the water, the hot water gradually relieved some of his fatigue, but there was a breath of anger in his heart, and he secretly looked at Fang Tianzhuo, who had already looked As usual, he couldn't see any signs of anger, and he suddenly became courageous: "I don't know if it's because the little prince is too heavy, and his legs are sore and painful... If only I asked my brother to help press it, what is he? will."

Fang Tianzhuo's face changed to a cloudy cloud again.

"It's a pity that Your Majesty doesn't allow my brother to touch me." He Zheng was angry again and pursed his lips: "Otherwise, it can alleviate some of the sadness."

Fang Tianzhuo was silent for a moment, then said, "All retreat."

He Zheng rolled his eyes around, and the palace servant quickly went out to salute. His foot was suddenly held by a hand. Looking down, Fang Tianzhuo had already squatted down, his robes were scattered on one side, the man looked cold, but his strong fingers With constant strength, he pinched the acupoints on the soles of his feet.

He Zheng suddenly raised his other foot, splashing Fang Tianzhuo's boot with water, the latter raised his eyes, He Zheng turned his face away for a second, then turned back, not being righteous and a little cautious: "I Just got a cramp."

Fang Tianzhuo continued to press his leg without saying a word. After a while, He Zheng patted the water with his foot again, but he didn't grasp the strength and splashed Fang Tianzhuo's face.

The latter closed his eyes and opened them slowly, He Zheng lowered his head and hung his eyes, pretending to be deaf and dumb, Fang Tianzhuo wiped his face with his sleeve, and said, "If you make trouble again, I will punish you for a year of confinement. ."

He Zheng stopped making trouble.

Fang Tianzhuo's technique was good, He Zheng wiped his feet and lay on the bed, feeling a little drowsy. Fang Tianzhuo undressed and went to bed, and came to hug him habitually, but he pushed him away, He Zheng turned over and faced inside, but he was still surrounded by him: "Angry at me?"

Of course he was angry, what Fang Tianzhuo did today was not only disrespecting him, but also his brother, what did he think of his brother and himself?

He Zheng closed his eyes, twisted his waist and struggled, pushing him with his elbows, Fang Tianzhuo hugged him tightly: "Foot restraint."

He Zheng wrinkled his face, held it for a while, then turned around abruptly and said, "Tomorrow I will go to my brother to apologize."

"No."

"I told him today that I'm going tomorrow!"

"I don't agree."

He Zheng's eyes widened and he said angrily, "You, if you don't agree, I just don't like you anymore!"

Fang Tianzhuo hugged him tightly and said, "You have to be obedient."

He Zheng flat-mouthed: "I don't, I'm going out to find my brother, you can't treat me like this."

"I've been good enough to you, don't make trouble again."

"You are making trouble out of nowhere. Today on Mid-Autumn Festival, my brother came to accompany me to have a reunion dinner, but he didn't eat it at all, and he was so angry with you that you actually ordered him to evict him. What do you think of me?"

"You are my queen."

"Who is going to be your queen? I see who loves to be this queen. Anyway, I'm quitting it! Don't let others call me queen!"

Fang Tianzhuo closed his mouth and eyes, not wanting to argue with him. In his opinion, He Zheng's words are completely meaningless. He has already passed the imperial decree, and even if the post-book ceremony has not been held, He Zheng, the queen, can't quit if she says no.

Of course He Zheng knew that, but he couldn't help it, but he couldn't help but be angry: "Did you hear me, I quit, I don't want to be your queen! Don't hug me!"

Fang Tianzhuo wrapped his arm around him and was pulled out and thrown out.

The man frowned, still didn't open his eyes, just turned over and turned his back, still not arguing with him.

He Zheng also carried it on his back, he closed his eyes for three seconds, and then began to pull the quilt forcefully, Fang Tianzhuo grabbed it with one hand, He Zheng was panting from exhaustion, and Duang kicked the back of his ass.

The quilt was snatched over, and Fang Tianzhuo also sat up suddenly.

Aware of his furious aura, He Zheng rolled his eyes and didn't even dare to look back at him. He directly pushed the quilt with his arm and hid his head and face in it.

Fang Tianzhuo suspected that he had learned the art of war: when the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy retreats, we chase, when the enemy is stationed, we disturb, and when the enemy is tired, we fight.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, dropped the quilt, and lay down again.

He Zheng breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed the silence around him.

Fang Tianzhuo's breathing is steady, but He Zheng still can't fall asleep. This is not over, how can he go to meet Duke Zhou?

He turned around again, watched Fang Tianzhuo silently for a while, inhaled, exhaled, and after repeating several times, suddenly:

"Ah ah--"

With one foot on the wall behind him, his body straightened, his shoulders slammed forward, knocking Fang Tianzhuo off the bed.

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Fang Huang: ...

He did learn the art of war.

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