Chapter 7:
Fang Tianzhuo poked his face lightly: "Can I cut Zheng'er's tongue?"
He Zheng shut up for a second.
In fact, he dared to risk his death and shout starvation for two reasons.
One was that his contraceptive pill was missing, and the other was that he felt that Fang Tianzhuo couldn't kill him just because he was hungry.
But Fang Tianzhuo seemed to be able to do everything.
His eyes were still watery, but his expression was already cowardly, and he whispered like a mosquito: "But I'm really hungry..."
A quarter of an hour later, they sat at the table for dinner, Fang Tianzhuo sat there slashingly, resting his cheeks with one hand and tapping lightly on his legs with the other, staring at him with deep eyes.
He Zheng lowered his head and chewed slowly, recalling where his little **** went. He secretly glanced at the man who was staring at him all the time, and his heart suddenly shrank—
His little ball seems to be in Fang Tianzhuo's palace.
He had no idea at the time that he would move to Pizeh Hall unconsciously, thinking that he could at least pack things in person. He hid Xiao Wanzi closely, and it was impossible for the palace officials to look for it, so it should still be where he hid at this moment.
He Zheng ate every grain of rice, Fang Tianzhuo's face was expressionless, but his eyes became darker and darker.
He Zheng carefully held his breath, trying not to make any noise that might anger him, until Fang Tianzhuo moved.
He threw the bowl on the table in a conditioned reflex, and stood up suddenly: "I'm full!"
Fang Tianzhuo looked at him coldly, and He Zheng looked left and right with a smile: "Your Majesty, it's not dark, let's go out for a walk, shall we?"
Fang Tianzhuo patted his leg, He Zheng wanted to refuse, but the trembling double push took the initiative to walk towards the man, and sat tremblingly on his lap.
He showed a professional smirk again, "You haven't eaten, I'm afraid you're hungry."
Fang Tianzhuo still looked at him like that, He Zheng froze, and then said, "I, I actually recognize the bed a little bit, Your Majesty, can we go back to your palace to rest?"
He tried to please Fang Tianzhuo, and the latter said lightly: "My bedroom should only be accommodated by the queen. What's the matter, Zheng'er is living here for fun?"
The implication of these words is that if he lived for a few days, did he really think of himself as a master?
He Zheng always felt that he would be pulled out of his tongue or dragged out to be chopped no matter what he did next. He changed the subject and said, "Then, does Your Majesty really not go out for a walk?"
Fang Tianzhuo curled his lips, but it was Nanmen Liang who asked, "What do you think of Nanmen?"
Nanmen Liang is the person who understands Fang Tianzhuo's mind the most in the original book. He immediately bowed and said, "Your Majesty's words are consistent, since he has already restrained Mr. He, naturally he cannot take it out."
If you have to go out, at best, you are ignorant, at worst, you want to slap the emperor in the face.
He Zheng's face suddenly turned pale.
Fang Tianzhuo asked, "Did Zheng'er hear it?"
He Zheng hurriedly nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, his eyes were cautiously ingratiating, Fang Tianzhuo leaned on the chair, reached out and touched his cool face, "What else does Zhenger ask for?"
"No, no more."
Since you can't get the small balls, it's useless to delay the time. Extending your head is a knife, and shrinking your head is also a knife. What's the difference between the last bed and the hundred times?
He Zheng's heart was bitter, and he didn't dare to show the slightest bit on his face, but Fang Tianzhuo brought up the old thing again: "By the way, what did the maid who kicked Zheng'er look like yesterday, have you thought about it?"
He Zheng froze: "Not yet, not yet."
"Then Zheng'er, you should think about it tonight." Fang Tianzhuo wrapped one hand around his slender waist, slipped one hand down lightly, and tapped his knuckles on his ankle: "If you can't think of it, I will Take your pair..."
His words came to an abrupt end, and He Zheng suddenly hugged his neck and blocked his lips with his lips. He Zheng's heart beat faster, and his mind went blank.
He had already anticipated what Fang Tianzhuo would say next. If he didn't want to pull out a ghost to vent for him, He Zheng's feet would be chopped off tonight. And Fang Tianzhuo said that as long as he said it, he would definitely do it. He Zheng naturally couldn't find others out of his conscience, but he didn't want to hurt himself, so he could think of blocking Fang Tianzhuo's mouth. The only way.
Fang Tianzhuo's eyes narrowed, He Zheng clumsily teased his lips and tongue, an impulse passed, he slowly let go, the snow-white and beautiful face was timid and shy, and there was more fear and fear in his eyes.
Fang Tianzhuo pursed his thin lips tightly, his dark eyes blew a storm, and his face was gloomy, like a windy desert, making people terrified.
He Zheng knelt down abruptly, staring at the thorn gold black boots, shivering: "It's hard to restrain people's feelings... Please, please forgive me!"
With a loud "bang", Fang Tianzhuo suddenly stood up and cracked the table with one palm. He stared at the ant-like He Zheng under his feet.
Simply, bold! presumptuous! court death!
Fang Tianzhuo's chest bulged, and the phrase "pull it out and behead it" stuck in his throat.
The palace staff of the entire Pize Hall were kneeling on the ground with their heads on the ground, shaking like chaff.
Fang Tianzhuo stepped out like a gust of wind.
Nanmenliang got up from the ground and looked at He Zheng who was kneeling on the ground in disbelief for a while, "You, you..."
Not dead!
He quickly retracted his trembling fingers, and the wind was burning like the sky above.
The Pize Hall was silent, He Zheng was soaked in cold sweat, and after a long time, he slowly raised his head, confirmed that the crisis was over, and swayed up from the ground, saying: "Go... prepare hot water, I will Take a shower."
A memorial was thrown to the ground, and Nanmen Liang, who had just entered the door, picked it up swiftly, and said softly, "Your Majesty, He Shizhong asks to see you."
"Let him go."
Nanmen Liang didn't dare to say more, and just turned around to report, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly said again: "Which one is in the middle?"
"He Xiangguo's direct son, He Jinhua."
"I forgot, he has already been promoted." Fang Tianzhuo said, "Why?"
"I said I wanted to ask for an decree, look at my brother, and by the way, I sent some clothes and items that Mr. Zheng had at home."
"Let him go back and wait."
"Yes."
Fang Tianzhuo picked up the memorial and it happened that He Jinhua handed it over, so he threw it out with a flick of his hand.
He Jinhua's arrival made his heart that he wanted to calm down again chaotic, Fang Tianzhuo's face was cold, and He Zheng's suddenly close face and the soft lips that covered it flashed repeatedly in his mind.
He seemed to smell a strange scent on him again.
Fang Tianzhuo didn't come to see He Zheng for a week in a row. When his condition gradually improved, Pize Hall welcomed an uninvited guest.
He Jinhua bowed when he came to the door: "Brother."
He Jinhua is handsome and lovable by nature. The corners of his mouth always have some upward arcs. Even if he doesn't smile, he seems to be smiling.
"What are you doing here?" He Zheng was still his own brother sitting there, but when he opened his mouth, he seemed to be a different person.
He Jinhua was stunned for a moment, then looked left and right: "Go down, I have some family matters to tell my brother."
He Zheng glanced at him, stood up and walked in. He Jinhua hurriedly followed and grabbed his hand: "Zheng'er, are you mad at me?"
He Zheng rolled his eyes: "I know exactly what you are, so I'm too lazy to be angry with you."
It's no wonder that many people who read the original book said that He Zheng took the main character's script but became cannon fodder. Seeing that this emotional line was arranged, his younger brother was his concubine.
He Jinhua pulled him over and said, "Father is determined to do this, and I have stopped it. Zhenger, do you think I am willing to give you to that tyrant?"
His brows were full of affection, his eyes were full of pain, and his face was "I am also forced to be helpless", but He Zheng was indifferent. To be honest, He Zheng of the original book was indeed deceived by his dog-like appearance when he was neglected during pregnancy. If it weren't for cheating and rebellion, he would not have been cut open by Fang Tianzhuo.
He Zheng felt angry when he thought of his future ending. He Jinhua knew that he was already Fang Tianzhuo's person and even came to say such words.
"Excuse me, are you okay?" He Zheng tried to calm himself down: "If it's okay, now, please get out."
He Jinhua smiled bitterly: "You're still mad at me, right?"
"Don't think too much. I'm living a good life. I really don't have time to be angry with you. Come on, He Jinhua, don't pretend to be affectionate to disgust me. Let's go."
He Jinhua shuddered: "Zheng Er... do you really want to be so heartless?"
He Zheng was going to annoy him with his deadly appearance: "What else? Do you want me to cheat with you behind His Majesty's back? Don't look at me in shock, I know what you think, I'll give you two minutes , get out, or I'll hit you."
He turned and walked towards the table, He Jinhua frowned, suddenly stepped forward and hugged him, He Zheng widened his eyes, seeing that he was about to rush up to kiss him, grabbed the brush beside him and stuffed it into his mouth.
He Jinhua: "…"
He Zheng stepped on his foot, pulled out the brush while he was in pain, and said angrily, "If you don't know anything about fun, I'll tell your majesty to see if he doesn't take your head off."
He Jinhua's mouth was really bitter this time, and there were dark ink stains on the corners of his mouth, which looked like a funny face of bitter gourd.
He was forced to turn around and walk out, suspicious in his heart. They have been ambiguous for so many years, it is impossible for He Zheng to really have no feelings for him, but He Zheng in front of him seems like a different person.
When he was about to go out, he suddenly stopped: "Brother, I..."
"Shut up!" He Zheng had no sympathy for the person in the book who calculated He Zheng from beginning to end: "Can you not be so stinky and shameless as a human being?"
He rolled one by one, shameless one by one, and He Jinhua's face was also a little ugly: "I just want to tell you that this box is the one you used before..."
"I don't want anything." He Zheng kicked the box, which was quite heavy: "Take it all away, don't come to me again."
After he finished speaking, he walked over and opened the door of Pize Hall. He threw the pen with He Jinhua's saliva in his hand and threw it far away, but it happened to hit a person's chest.
Someone immediately scolded: "Who is so bold! How dare to disturb the empress dowager and the emperor's holy car!"
He Zheng: "…"
Fang Tianzhuo looked down at the pen that fell under his feet, his gloomy eyes fell on He Zheng's face. The empress dowager next to him knew his character, worried that he would start killing again, and immediately scolded: "come here, quickly drag this little **** who doesn't understand the rules down to hit the 20 big boards!"
He Zheng: "?!"
He Jinhua, this dog is better than a disaster star!
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Fang Huang: ...I'm not going to hit my daughter-in-law.
Zheng Zheng: Wow wow wow wow wow—
This chapter tells us: It is everyone's responsibility to protect the environment!
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Thank you to the little angel who voted for the king or irrigated the nutrient solution for me
Thank you for the little angel who cast [landmine]: one for each other, one for this non-white one;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
Qianqian ran out of money again for 15 bottles; 1 bottle in an instant;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!