The Man Who Married a Tyrant

"It's all full-term, how can I take it off?" Fang Tianzhuo told the truth lightly.

It was obvious that he had just hugged himself, but He Zheng still instantly felt that he didn't care about himself at all, he said angrily: "You might as well cut me up, at least I can live with him."

Fang Tianzhuo's tone was calm: "I have the best imperial hospital, you will be fine."

He Zheng was annoyed by his expression of controlling everything: "Why do you think I'll be fine?"

"If I say no, I won't." Fang Tianzhuo looked over with a serious expression: "Relax your mind and don't ask for trouble."

"Why do I ask myself for troubles, my troubles are clearly brought to me by you!"

Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips and sighed for a moment: "How can you spread branches and leaves for me in the future with such a nature."

He Zheng opened his moist eyes: "You, how many more do you want?"

"It's best to have nine sons." Fang Tianzhuo looked over, and before Zhan could say anything, He Zheng suddenly got up from the couch and walked out.

He never imagined that Fang Tianzhuo had already seen him go from morning sickness to edema, and then to the nightmares he is today, and he still hadn't given up the idea of ​​having nine children.

In other words, even if he survives to give birth to eight children, he may die when the ninth is born. He didn't understand Fang Tianzhuo's obsession, and he couldn't understand it, but because of this little bit of unpleasantness, his heart was suddenly enlarged, stuffy and bloated.

He opened the curtain, the cold wind blew, his body was immediately pulled back by Fang Tianzhuo, and the cloak wrapped around him again, "Be careful of catching a cold."

He Zheng pushed him away and said patiently, "Please don't appear in front of me for the time being, Your Majesty, I want to go out for a walk by myself."

He wrapped his cloak and walked out, and the cold wind gradually solidified his emotions. He walked silently for a while, and he felt a broken pot in his heart. He hoped that he would die in this production, and Fang Tianzhuo would regret it for the rest of his life.

But thinking of that ending, he was very reluctant. In addition to the previous life, he was only in his twenties, and he had not lived enough.

After walking for a while, he suddenly noticed that the palace staff came and went, and he seemed to be much busier than usual: "What's going on in the palace recently?"

Shunyi hurriedly answered: "The first day of the twelfth lunar month is His Majesty's birthday. At that time, ancestors will be worshipped and prayed, and hundreds of officials will worship. Your Majesty will take this auspicious day to pray for the common people, and each province will also set up altars to ask His Majesty to live forever."

Such a big show is also thanks to Fang Tianzhuo being the son of heaven. According to superstition, some people's lives are not big enough, I'm afraid they can't hold it, but they will lose their lives.

He Zheng said: "I haven't heard him say it."

"Everyone should have known about such important events."

He Zheng turned to look at the pavilion, the man was still standing there, too far away, he couldn't see Fang Tianzhuo's expression, he only knew that he should be looking at himself.

He Zheng turned away, continued to walk forward, and said, "I can't sleep all night in these few days, but he is very proud of the spring breeze."

Nan Jing and Shunyi looked at each other, and the former said, "I don't know what to say if this servant has something to say."

"Just say what you like, sell what you want."

Nan Jing also knew that this Empress He was different from other concubines, and did not mention anything he might blame, saying: "The Queen has a hard time giving birth, although Your Majesty doesn't say it, but the servants can see that he is worried about you in his heart. , otherwise it would not be responsive to your needs, would it?"

"If he is really worried about me, why would he say that he wants to have nine sons?"

"Your Majesty is the real Dragon Emperor, sitting on the world, naturally hope that there will be more dragons... Besides, he only said that you will give birth. On the other hand, isn't it that you want to be with the Queen for the rest of your life? If Your Majesty is really just If you simply want more dragon sons, how can you abandon so many concubines and just give birth to you? Isn't it?"

He Zheng looked at her sideways: "You are loyal to him."

Nan Jing lowered her head, "Did the servant say something wrong?"

He Zheng didn't speak any more.

In fact, he knew what Nan Jing said. Fang Tianzhuo said that he wanted to have nine dragon sons with him. In a sense, he really recognized him, but in his opinion, he was special because it wasn't the women he hated. Once another fertile man emerges, it can be easily replaced.

Sometimes he thinks that Fang Tianzhuo loves him. After all, he is alive and well after many mischief, but sometimes he feels that Fang Tianzhuo doesn't care about his life or death, just like he knows he doesn't want to live and is afraid. Born, but still stubborn, even at this time.

This made him feel that all his concessions were just because he could have children for him, that's all.

He Wenchu ​​has been very few recently. Fang Tianzhuo was worried that He Zheng's thoughts would affect production, so he ordered someone to summon him. After a few days, he finally showed up.

He Zheng's slack expression finally got better after seeing him. He held He Wenchu ​​aggrieved for a while, coaxed him to eat more, and suddenly thought: "I want to eat cake."

He Wenchu ​​didn't ask why he suddenly wanted to eat it: "Then I'll go back and try to make it. There are too few ingredients here, and the taste must be different."

He Zheng immediately said, "If you can make it, give me the recipe."

He Wenchu ​​saw his thoughts at a glance: "Why, do you want to make it for your Majesty?"

He Zheng nodded: "He hasn't eaten birthday cake yet."

"You don't want to think about it recently. Look at you now, can you cook by yourself?"

"Then I'll say hello to the imperial kitchen and move my mouth to the head office."

He Wenchu ​​thought that he would find something to do or distract his attention, so he said, "I will try it, and try my best to let your majesty taste the food of our gods."

He Zheng narrowed his eyes and smiled. He didn't tell his brother that he was afraid. He Wenchu ​​didn't know about it. He tried to talk to him about some light topics. When he left, he gave him a book, which He Zheng opened. At first glance, they were all unpainted graffiti and nothing substantial. He wondered: "Did you draw it?"

He Wenchu ​​nodded: "When I came here the night before yesterday, I painted it overnight. You take it and paint it."

"It's so ugly, it's not as good as my paintings."

He Wenchu's face sank, "When the homework is done, apply it well."

He Zheng guessed that he specially painted to color and decompress himself. He felt warm in his heart and couldn't help laughing: "Understood, don't worry."

The drawing book that He Wenchu ​​gave is really good, although some details are not very good, but once the coloring is done, it is pretty good. He Zheng is still thinking about drawing other things on the side. He has a high concentration of attention, so time flies by very quickly. He usually eats or sleeps when he finishes painting a picture. There is no time to think about messes, and life is not so difficult.

That night, after the imperial doctor's pulse diagnosis, He Zheng got up and was about to go to the front hall, but suddenly heard the other party talking to Fang Tianzhuo: "In the past, there has never been a prince born in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Now that the queen is about to give birth, the minister thought that Your Majesty should send He returned to Pize Hall to wait for delivery, so as not to affect the temple."

What impact, this is because he was afraid that he would dirty the temple when he gave birth to a child.

He Zheng didn't finish listening, turned around and went back to the bed, quietly waiting for Fang Tianzhuo to drive him back, but unexpectedly, Fang Tianzhuo didn't mention the matter, He Zheng's mood improved slightly, and turned his head to shrink. into his arms.

What should have come has finally come. He Zheng woke up one day and suddenly felt restless. He picked up the pen to paint the picture book, but there was a burst of restlessness in his abdomen. Painted in a mess.

He held down his abdomen, his face pale, until the pain came a little bit, looked down and saw a large area of ​​blood red that was quickly smudged by the white clothes under him, his mind was blank, and his vocal cords seemed to have been eaten suddenly, he couldn't speak talk.

The huge panic grabbed his heart like a demon, and he heard Fang Tianzhuo's faint voice from outside: "Is the queen awake?"

This is Fang Tianzhuo's return. He is like this every time. When he comes back, he will ask himself if he is awake, whether he has eaten, where and what he is doing.

It's just that it seems to be a little later than usual today.

The palace maid replied softly. He Zheng sat behind the table and raised his eyes. He saw the man who had removed the court uniform and crown walking in, and his black boots came into view. He held the pen and looked up along the robe. The man's dark eyes opened a stiff smile.

Fang Tianzhuo's nose shrugged, his pupils shrank suddenly, and strode over: "Zheng'er?!"

"Come on! Quickly pass on the imperial doctor!"

He Zheng trembled like a sieve, boundless fear wrapped around him like a fishing net, he grabbed Fang Tianzhuo's clothes, opened and closed his lips, the pain in his abdomen became heavier and heavier, he finally found his own voice, but let out a pained cry.

It hurts so much.

He felt that what was in his stomach seemed to have sharp claws scraping at his abdominal cavity, or that someone was trying to tear him apart, and he was not strong enough to give him a good time.

These people have already been properly trained. Under the shouting of Nanmen Liang, they were ready to prepare hot water towels and other items in an orderly manner. , here is full of blood, I am afraid that it will pollute the temple and shock the ancestors, the minister dares to ask the queen to go to the Pize Hall to give birth, it is still too late."

Fang Tianzhuo's face forbearance: "You wait for the Queen to deliver the baby, and there is nothing else to say."

Physicians, look at me, I look at you, and ask for the next best thing: "Please move your majesty to the outside to avoid the blood of the fetus from contaminating the Holy Communion."

Fang Tianzhuo turned his head to look at He Zheng, who was already soaked in cold sweat from the pain, unable to say a complete word, just trembling helplessly, like a dying fish.

Fang Tianzhuo's Adam's apple rolled, and he strode out under the kneeling and begging of the people.

He Zheng's tears poured out frantically, he only felt that every second was so difficult, and the pain was so painful that he lost his voice.

When Luo Yuanhou arrived in a hurry, he saw Fang Tianzhuo walking back and forth in front of the door, his eyes were facing each other, he bowed and saluted, but was grabbed by Fang Tianzhuo, the man's face filled with suffocation: "I will leave you to die. For today, the holy medicine was made by you, and now I want the two queens to be safe, can you hear me clearly?"

Luo Yuanhou's mood was complicated and anxious, but he still respectfully said, "My minister obeys the order."

The screams came from the hall, and the palace people were all in a hurry.

Fang Tianzhuo took a breath, raised his hand to push the door, but Nanmenliang hugged his leg: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't be impatient, the empress is blessed by the ancestors, you will be fine, you just changed your robe, but Wan Wan Don't get dirty again."

Fang Tianzhuo's lips trembled, and he squeezed his fingers.

Time passed minute by minute, the sun was getting west, He Zheng screamed again: "Fang Tianzhuo ah ah ah-"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Nanmenliang was kicked down the stairs by him, the man pushed open the door, swept in front of He Zheng like the wind, and grabbed his hand.

The soft hands were trembling with pain at this moment, and the joints seemed to be broken at any time. The imperial physicians were shocked: "Your Majesty, your Holy Body..."

Fang Tianzhuo said coldly: "If the queen has three strengths and two weaknesses, I will punish you and other nine clans."

Everyone was silent, Fang Tianzhuo turned to look at He Zheng, reached out and brushed the sweaty long hair on his forehead: "I'm here, don't be afraid, Zheng'er will be fine."

He Zheng's eyelashes trembled, "In the book, it's all a lie... It hurts, it hurts, it won't be numb... It will only get more and more..."

His abdomen was pushed and rubbed by a hand, his body was so painful that he flexed and stretched restrainedly, a beautiful face was contorted, his lips were dry and pale from biting on the cloth, he was so painful that he had no strength, and his eyes were black with bursts: " I want to go home..."

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his head and saw the hand slowly letting go of his own, and suddenly held it back, his eyes were splitting: "Emperor doctor! Luo Yuanhou!!"

He Zheng passed out and woke up again. A new round of pain came again. His voice was hoarse, and the pain was so painful that he didn't know what was going to happen. I heard that people can see what they have experienced in their life before they die. He suddenly found that when he was seven years old, he seemed to have been to an quaint place, where he deceived a child as old as him, and made a strange promise. oath...

Memories flashed by quickly, and he saw his parents, brother, and Fang Tianzhuo with a faint expression as he wished. Suddenly, a force was poured into his body. He lifted it up in one breath and heard Fang Tianzhuo's hurried soft call: " Zhenger, Zhenger wake up."

Suddenly realizing that there was a little guy in his body, he blinked tiredly, took a breath with all his strength, and stood up in pain: "You **** come out for me ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah what!"

A loud baby cry came, and He Zheng saw a white light blooming in front of his eyes in a trance. The intense pain caused his body to sink again, and his thoughts gradually fell into chaos, and he was completely unconscious.

"Zheng'er!"

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes were full of white light. The light spread from the Hall of Mental Cultivation as the center and spread to the surroundings in an instant, illuminating the entire imperial city as bright as day.

The people in the center of the white light all raised their sleeves to cover their eyes.

Fang Tianzhuo shouted, "Quickly see the queen!"

Luo Yuanhou put down his sleeves and hurriedly stepped forward: "Yes, it has passed again, and this minister will give needles."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, His Majesty! It's a little prince!"

"Your Majesty is blessed! The little prince must be auspicious!"

Luo Yuanhou injected the needle in front of him, Fang Tianzhuo delivered his inner strength again, and everyone behind him fell to his knees with joy on their faces.

Fang Tianzhuo stared at his lover on the bed, until He Zheng's breathing slowly calmed down, the white light faded, Luo Yuanhou wiped the sweat on his forehead, knelt down, and said astringently, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, mother and son are safe and sound. ."

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes were dry, and his body was wet like rain. He looked at the blood stains on the dragon's couch, and then set his eyes on He Zheng's face again, and said dumbly, "What time is it?"

The person kneeling behind him has never been ordered to get up, so someone replied, "It's already the second watch."

A full day.

Fang Tianzhuo finally turned his face, the imperial doctor hurriedly walked over, and delivered the little prince in the swaddle to him. Fang Tianzhuo looked at it for a moment and said, "What day is today?"

Nanmen Liang immediately said: "Today is the first day of the twelfth lunar month, it is His Majesty's birthday."

Everyone suddenly reacted, and they all sang and kowtowed: "Your Majesty is happy! The Queen is happy! The world is happy!!"

In the fifth year of Emperor Qi, the eldest son of the royal family was born, miracles fell from the sky, and heavy snow fell. The happy bell rang six full times, with the imperial palace as the center, and the sound was transmitted at regular intervals. Overnight, the good news spread throughout the imperial city.

Some people who were awakened by the dazzling white light walked out one after another, knelt in the direction of the palace to say hello, everyone opened their hands, and let the snowflakes fall on their bodies in surprise. , will bring them luck.

At this moment, it is the Double Ninth Festival in modern times. In He Zheng's European-style small room, a young Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise, "Kung fu pays off, I sense your brother!"

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Zheng Zheng: I want to go home 1551

Brother: Brother, I will take you home!

Fang Huang: ...! ! !

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