The Man Who Married a Tyrant

"That's right, my emperor boyfriend... he will have a baby."

His mother raised his eyes, and his dad looked shocked.

He Zheng was serious, talking nonsense, and said: "It's like this, that world is different from ours, some men can have babies, you see this kind of thing that travels through time and space has happened, what's so rare, Anyway, I'm not a fool, if he treats me badly, I definitely won't say he's good."

His parents obviously didn't believe it. He Zheng had no choice, and had nothing else to say, so he had to say, "Anyway, the child is ours, my own, and his own, that's all."

His father was silent for a moment, without further questioning, and said, "Then tell me, how did he treat you well?"

"I won't talk about it..." He Zheng said: "Tell me about the two of you, how is your health? And my brother, when will you get married?"

After talking to his parents, he said to He Wenchu: "You didn't come until I got married. I missed you during that time, can't you go?"

"Um."

He Zheng didn't say a word again, raised his smile again and concentrated on listening to his parents.

That night, a family of three people walked and talked on the street after eating and talking. He Zheng heard his mother's complaints and nagging again, and He Zheng felt an unprecedented peace of mind and happiness.

He wanted a house as soon as he graduated because he didn't want to be managed by his parents. Later, during the internship period, he secretly played games until late at night, and no one managed it all night. Later, the network anchors improved, and the life became more pleasant. .

But although he didn't like being controlled, he never contradicted his parents. At most, he said a few words when he was being trained to soften and fool the past. At this moment, he felt the sincerity of his parents, so he listened with a smile, and his father smiled. Saying he's grown up.

Where is growing up? I really think about it too much. Although it sounds tacky to say that "you will know how good your parents are when you are away from home for a long time", it is very sincere.

God knows how much he misses his parents.

He sighed and said, "I really want to bring him and the baby to meet you. Your little grandson, he will turn his head a few days after he was born. People in the palace praise him for his smartness."

His dad laughed at him: "That's flattering you."

"It's not." He Zheng retorted: "Our baby is very smart and cute, because his two fathers are very smart!"

This is always a bit strange in the ears of parents. They still have doubts about whether He Zheng's boyfriend can have a child. Lie, can only silently feel sorry for him.

The candle in the Hall of Mental Cultivation burned all night, and when the Taoist priest opened his eyes, he saw that the Nine-Five Lord was still sitting quietly beside the bed, his posture had not changed much, and his eyes were staring at the person on the bed without blinking.

No one knew what he was thinking, but the room was still very quiet. Nanmenliang approached him cautiously: "Your Majesty, it's time to pack up and go to court."

"My body is ill, and everyone is scattered."

Nanmen Liang didn't dare to persuade him, so he turned around and walked out cautiously. The people above the court didn't know what was going on. Everyone was talking about it, but they couldn't figure it out. Taishi Qiu and He Xiang turned around and headed to the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Come out and smile at them: "Two adults, please come back, Your Majesty will not see you."

He Xiang hurriedly asked, "Why are you suddenly ill?"

Taishi Qiu also worried: "Is it serious?"

"It's just an occasional cold, the two adults in prison are worried, it should be better in a few days."

Now that the spring is cold and warm, it is also possible to contract the cold, but Fang Tianzhuo has always been strong, so how can he say that he is sick, and it is still possible to say that He Zheng is sick.

Needles falling in the inner room could be heard. Across the screen, the servants of the imperial kitchen carefully placed the food on the table. There was a loud noise, and a palace maid suddenly stumbled, slamming her chin on the table, and the tray in her hand. fell to the ground.

Nanmenliang stepped forward with two steps, his eyes were ghostly: "You clumsy bastard, come here, drag it out and hit hard..."

"killed."

The palace maid shouted, "Your Majesty, forgive me..."

With a soft sound of "chi", something passed through the screen, leaving a blood hole in front of the palace maid's forehead. Everyone was silent, only to hear the man whisper, "Noisy."

The eunuchs silently dragged the palace maid away, and quickly wiped off the blood on the ground with a rag. The Taoist priest silently curled up on his bed, thinking about why he had been gone for three days and whether it was a long time.

Don't they all say that the tyrant has already established himself as a good man? If I knew this earlier, why would I have to rush to seek money... No, if I didn't rush, could it be possible for Emperor Fang to beg him? I'm afraid it will die faster.

Nanmen Liang held his breath and came over. The man was holding the fluffy baby in his arms. He was teasing him with a rabbit doll. The rabbit had two long ears and dangled in front of the little guy. He was tempted to keep reaching out and grabbing, but if he couldn't catch it, he kicked his legs and waved his claws at Fang Tianzhuo, and said fiercely, "Yah!"

Fang Tianzhuo gently handed the doll into his hand, he immediately lowered his long and thick eyelashes and played with it, showing Fang Tianzhuo from time to time: "Oh woo."

Fang Tianzhuo opened the corner of his mouth lightly, as if he was smiling.

Nanmen Liang whispered: "Your Majesty, breakfast is ready."

"Um."

He didn't say what to eat, and Nanmen Liang didn't dare to persuade him, because he knew that persuasion was useless.

The little prince suddenly grabbed the rabbit's ear, turned his head awkwardly to look at He Zheng, and raised his claws tightly: "Yeah!"

He is trying to show He Zheng a rabbit.

But He Zheng didn't move, and slept quite peacefully.

The little rabbit was only the size of an adult's palm, but it was still too big for the little prince. He kept handing it to He Zheng for a while, then hugged it back, staring at He Zheng's profile with round eyes, and then grabbed his ears again. Hand it over, and in a louder voice than before, in a milky voice: "Ah!"

He Zheng still ignored it.

The little prince was stunned for a while, then brought the rabbit back again, seemed to ponder for a while, then raised his face to look at Fang Tianzhuo, making a doubtful little milky sound.

Fang Tianzhuo then gently placed him beside He Zheng. The little guy has now learned to turn over. Although it was very difficult, he lay beside He Zheng and clumsily raised his claws to grab He Zheng's lips, and then he was caught by him. The royal father hugged him back again: "You can't bully Daddy."

The little prince twisted his fluffy waist, trying to get out of his father's hands.

"Be nice." Fang Tianzhuo hugged him and said softly, "Daddy is asleep."

The little prince refused to obey, his hands and feet were still very soft, and he was supported by Fang Tianzhuo's big hands like iron pincers, struggling to pounce on He Zheng, but how could he pounce.

He twisted and twisted, his little face flushed red, and when he realized that he had made such a big movement, He Zheng didn't wake up, tears slowly poured into his eyes, and he cried with a wow.

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes and held him in his arms with both hands. The little guy clenched his fists and opened his mouth to cry endlessly. Fang Tianzhuo gradually frowned.

Nanmenliang felt that if this child hadn't been born through hard work, he would have been strangled to death a hundred times.

He cried, Fang Tianzhuo let him cry without coaxing, the little baby Wang Wuwu cried for a while, and found that the father was just looking at him, and felt even more aggrieved. .

Fang Tianzhuo took the soft towel that Nanmenliang handed over in time, wiped the snot and tears on his face, and put it back into the cot calmly.

He looked at He Zheng again, waves gradually formed in his calm eyes, he lowered his eyelashes, suppressed the surge of anger, grabbed his lover's hand, felt his steady pulse, and gently touched his forehead He went up and kissed his finger lightly.

He grabbed the white and soft palm and put it on his face. He looked at He Zheng for a while, and suddenly came over to kiss him. He kissed him seriously and gently, but he didn't receive any response.

"You'll be back, right?"

He asked and said to himself: "Zheng'er said that he will not lie to me again."

But he couldn't help but think of the lover who wanted to escape from his side countless times. He has a tongue-tied mouth and can say anything. Although his acting skills are poor, he deceives him and always deceives him. A quasi.

I shouldn't let you go.

He was very sorry.

He should lock up He Zheng after this thought, until he can only rely on him. Whatever parents and brothers they want, as long as they have each other, it is enough. But He Zheng seemed to be able to guess what he wanted to do next. He said everything clearly in advance, as if he was really feeling, and he would use tears as a weapon to coax him into a soft heart.

He took his emotions too well.

Always know how to react based on your emotions.

There were two voices arguing in his heart, one said that he would not come back because there was nothing he liked in this world. Another said that he would come back, he said that he didn't like anything in this world, but here is me.

He is a liar.

He won't lie to me again.

He will, and his lies are endless.

He promised me that he would come back.

How can something that a little liar say be taken seriously?

He likes me.

So what, love is not everything.

He is my everything.

He has parents and brothers who have been with him for more than 20 years...

I have a little prince.

You are so pitiful, Fang Tianzhuo, look at you, do you look like you once knelt down to the queen, and the things that make you humble and plead are always fake. Only what you stole yourself is real.

... He said that when two people are together, they should give each other enough space.

If you gave him space at first, do you think he would have run far away?

It's different now.

Do you think he loves you more, or loves you more?

...

Fang Tianzhuo stared at He Zheng quietly, he thought, if He Zheng really loved him, then he would come back early, he would definitely come back early. He should know that I can't live without him, and I can't live without him.

Like hypnosis, he believed his own words.

He believed that if He Zheng loved him, he would come back early, otherwise, he would not love him.

Time passed minute by minute, this night, Fang Tianzhuo still didn't sleep, the little prince started making trouble again in the middle of the night.

He Zheng did not want this child voluntarily.

He doesn't like having children at all.

Then, how could his love for the little prince be real?

He dragged the cot to his side, and every time a thought came out, a nail was smashed into his heart, and it was deeply implanted, as if it could never be pulled out.

It was rare for He Zheng to get together with his parents. After talking all night, the parents couldn't hold it any longer. They were about to go to sleep, so he also took the sleepy He Wenchu ​​and lay on the bed together.

He had a dream.

In the dream there were corpses floating all over the place, men and women, old and young. He saw a team of officers and soldiers broke into the house, robbed the women, and raped the women. He saw that they dragged many people out of the house. Kneeling on the ground trembling, the sensible child opened his frightened eyes, and a **** shouted yin and yang angrily: "If anyone has a complete population, they have to catch a few and kill them, but Your Majesty is kind, and you can choose which one to die. , which comes first?"

No one spoke, the **** said with a smile: "A few people will die anyway, so it's boring to drag it on. If you don't choose... our family can help you choose."

His fingers lightly pointed at the child with round eyes, the parent immediately pushed the child behind him, climbed out and handed out the money bag in his pocket: "Father-in-law, these are all our family assets, please let your father-in-law let go. We, please forgive me!"

The **** kicked over, "Our family spared you, who will protect our family's life?"

The long spear poured into the chest, and the blood flowed all over the floor.

The milk doll clenched her small fists and cried in the swaddling clothes, attracting a beast and swallowing it.

There were piles of bones on the roadside, maggots attached to the newly fallen people, and pedestrians who were on their way did not look back.

As soon as the screen changed, he saw a white-clothed boy whose face could not be seen clearly.

Someone said with a smile: "This is already the fourth batch of rebels killed by His Royal Highness. This time, His Majesty will definitely reward him."

The boy raised the corner of his lips: "The generation of ants dares to oppose the father and emperor, it is really beyond their own power."

He suddenly turned his head, swung out his sword energy, and split a door panel, revealing the mother and daughter hiding behind them. They were trembling all over.

The young man tilted his head to think, and the daughter suddenly said, "Dad said, if His Majesty loses his wife, he will kill all the wives in the world. If the prince loses his mother, he will kill the mothers of all the world. Mother, if you ask him for mercy, it must be Useless."

The blade slid across, the head rolled down, and the young man put his sword into the sheath, looking at the girl with round eyes with a half-smile: "Your father is absolutely right, it's just that now, you can't compare to the lonely one."

"The lonely mother is sleeping soundly, and your mother is dead without a whole body."

He got on his horse and laughed loudly, never feeling that he was doing something wrong.

The nursing **** lay on the ground with a pile of milking dogs around her chest. The boy raised his longbow, and the sharp arrow pierced the bitch's head.

The picture changed again, and he saw a very familiar inner room. Nothing had changed here, no matter the mirror, the screen, the table and chairs, and the familiar figure, sitting quietly beside the bed, It's just that his hair was gray. He held a thin white hand and said in a low voice, "Look, you have lied to me all your life, but please don't let me catch you."

He chuckled a few times, raised the dagger, and inserted it into the chest of the man on the bed.

He Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and was sweating profusely.

The scene in the dream is so real that it seems like it really happened.

He was a little flustered.

Why do you have such a dream? What exactly does this mean?

He got up abruptly, and suddenly saw a mirror with rust on one side, this...not the one in the inner room of the Hall of Mental Cultivation...

He walked over subconsciously, but did not notice that his brother's body was still lying on the bed.

Mirror, yes, this mirror, he heard from my brother, is a bronze mirror, which is quite a few years old. That book was written by modern people, and it is very possible if it borrowed real antiques from this world when it was written.

He tentatively reached out to touch it, and was suddenly sucked in by a suction, opened his eyes again, and met a pair of red eyes.

At that moment, the man's eyes lit up with a thin light, and the light spread in small pieces, making his eyes look like a universe filled with stars.

My zither, came back early.

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Zheng Zheng: How to fat four? ? ?

Fang Huang: If you come back early, you love me.

PS: Any door is open~ The next chapter "Ugly Daughter-in-law" will see her in-laws =. =

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