Chapter 8:
He Zheng remembered that Fang Tianzhuo had been miserable since he was a child, but he had a grandmother who truly cared for him, so after he killed his brother, killed his father and strangled him and seized the throne successively, he gave the grandmother, who was originally a concubine, the eldest grandmother. Honor.
Although Fang Tianzhuo was cold-hearted and not very close to this grandmother on weekdays, he was a kind-hearted person, and he always respected his good elders.
He Zheng remembered that the empress dowager was kind, and he was afraid to say this to save his life, but to be honest, he really didn't want to suffer.
A thug came out from the back, and He Zheng felt a shudder in his heart. He hurried down the steps in three or two steps, and knelt down from a distance: "See the Empress Dowager, see Your Majesty! Back to the Empress Dowager, Caomin is not an eunuch!"
The Empress Dowager was nearly seventy years old, her eyes were dim, and Fang Tianzhuo looked at him sideways for a while, her eyes flashed with stunned, "This, when did such a handsome child come to the palace? Why has Aijia never heard of it? ?"
Fang Tianzhuo said: "He is the son of He Xiang."
The Empress Dowager suddenly realized, she immediately stepped forward to hold up He Zheng's arms, and said with a smile, "It's this child, oh, this looks so handsome, how long is this..."
He Zheng glanced fearfully at the person who had just stepped forward to hit him, and asked timidly, "Empress Dowager, are you still hitting me?"
"Aijia's eyes are not good, so you should be a little **** who doesn't have long eyes... Emperor, are you all right?"
Fang Tianzhuo looked at him coldly, He Zheng swallowed his saliva and whispered: "I didn't mean to..."
The Empress Dowager knew how important He Zheng was to the royal family. Her grandson was violent and arbitrary, and there were countless women in the harem who refused to ask for any of them. He Zheng was the only one who really got on his dragon bed.
She softened her voice: "Emperor?"
Fang Tianzhuo said: "You are not allowed to go out during the ban, have you forgotten?"
He Zheng immediately ran back to the door in three or two steps, and knelt down again.
Fang Tianzhuo looked at He Jinhua: "Have everything been delivered?"
He Jinhua said respectfully, "When I return to Your Majesty, I have brought it all here."
"Have you talked about it at home?"
"Yes, I will retire now." Seeing that he was in a bad mood, He Jinhua bowed and stepped back, but subconsciously glanced at He Zheng again.
Brother, it doesn't seem to be what I remembered.
Fang Tianzhuo helped the Empress Dowager to leave, the old lady couldn't help but looked at He Zheng a few more times, she was determined to say something, but she held back.
He Zheng kept kneeling until Fang Tianzhuo and the others were far away before moving. Shunyi immediately ran up to support him, He Zheng hissed with pain in his legs, and frowned, "Pick up the pen and bury it in the garden, and close the door."
The palace people did as they were told. He went back into the house first, leaned on the soft couch and rolled up his trousers. A few days ago, Fang Tianzhuo's kneeling was not healed. The two kneelings were blue and purple, and it hurt when pressed. smoke.
Shunyi brought the medicine up, and He Zheng said, "I'll do it myself."
Although he is favored in modern times, he is not used to being served by others for a while.
He was really fed up with this kind of inferior day, accompanying the king like a tiger, and at this moment he really understood the meaning of this sentence.
I can't wait to put on my wings and fly out of the palace.
But, going out of the palace is easier said than done.
He Zheng took the medicine, lowered his trousers to cover his knees, and was dejected.
Shunyi looked at him very distressed and persuaded: "Your Majesty is busy with business, the servant believes that when he is free, he will definitely come to see the son."
He Zheng looked at him speechlessly. He wondered if he was the same as a grudge in the eyes of everyone, but in fact, he really didn't care if Fang Tianzhuo had forgotten him or whether he would come to see him.
He was just confused and didn't know when he would be able to escape from this deep cage.
Perhaps it was because of the conflict at noon that Fang Tianzhuo thought of him again. At three quarters of the time, He Zheng heard a chanting like a dream: "Your Majesty is coming—"
He Zheng just picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat, but the people in the palace had already knelt down. He thought about his knees, and when Fang Tianzhuo stepped in with one foot, he knelt down with his hands on the ground: "See His Majesty."
Fang Tianzhuo didn't rush him to get up, he walked over with a blank face and stopped beside He Zheng. The black boots and the hem of the clothes were spotless, and He Zheng heard his cold voice: "Go down."
He Zheng didn't dare to touch the ground because of the pain in his knees, and continued to support his hands on the ground. Fang Tianzhuo circled around him expressionlessly, and suddenly stretched out his feet from the side.
He Zheng's knees were hanging in the air, and his toes were suddenly stuffed into the gap between his knees and the ground.
He Zheng: "…"
His knees suddenly touched the ground, his head hit the ground, and his thoughts went blank for two seconds before he said, "Your Majesty forgive me, I..."
"You?" Fang Tianzhuo's eyes were gloomy: "If you don't kneel when you see me, I can cure you of the crime of bullying the king. You have no eyes of the king, you can't discipline yourself, and you don't know how to reflect on it for a few days. Throwing a pen outside the hall disturbed the holy driver, He Zheng, how many lives do you have?"
He Zheng knelt down at his feet, so frightened that his head went blank.
He wanted to cry a little. Mom Fang Tianzhuo came back to settle the account with him. He probably won't see the sun tomorrow. He has lived in modern times for more than 20 years, how could he adapt to life in the palace at once? That's all. It's not easy to make a living in the palace. It's better to die early and die early. Prepared to die, he still held his breath.
Fang Tianzhuo sat down on the chair. The room was silent. After a while, He Zheng heard him say, "Stand up."
Realizing that he seemed to have one more episode to live, He Zheng stood up abruptly, and swayed a little because he stood up too violently.
He Zheng looked at his indifferent expression, held his breath, Fang Tianzhuo asked coldly, "Are you dissatisfied with me?"
He Zheng's legs softened, and his knees touched the ground, which made him twitch in pain, and tears came out in an instant: "I don't, I'm not dissatisfied!"
Fang Tianzhuo frowned deeply: "I haven't cut you yet, why are you crying?"
It's okay not to ask, when he asked, He Zheng felt extremely aggrieved, and the tears fell even more. But he couldn't say that he couldn't get used to life in the palace, let alone that Fang Tianzhuo made him exhausted, he sobbed: "I, I hurt, I hurt so much..."
Fang Tianzhuo asked, "Where is the injury?"
He Zheng was swaying on his knees, his knees swayed from side to side and felt pain, but without the support of his palms, all the strength of his body was pressed on his knees, which was even more painful. Tears crackled down her pure white face, and that exquisite face can really make people cry.
"Knee, knee pain..."
Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips, suddenly reached out and hugged him, He Zheng was put on the soft couch, tears were still falling, Fang Tianzhuo glanced at him, stretched out his hand and tore the trouser legs.
He Zheng's skin is white, and the injury on his knee is still very bluffing, like a stain on a snow-white paper, a large group of blue and purple, which is shocking.
Fang Tianzhuo saw the medicine bottle on the small table, took off the stopper, took a sniff, and said, "Have you wiped the medicinal oil?"
He Zheng stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, his wet eyes lowered timidly, and whispered, "I wiped it myself, it hurts too much, I can't put my hands down."
Fang Tianzhuo poured the medicated oil on his hand, rubbed it gently, and the palm of his hand covered the wound together. He Zheng conditioned his legs to shrink, but was pressed by his palms together. The man looked at him, and He Zheng didn't dare to mess around. verb: move.
Fang Tianzhuo's palm was like a warm baby, gradually getting warmer, the aching knee was soothed, and after a while, that hand began to massage the bruise on it with moderate force.
He Zheng frowned and was in pain, but he could also see that Fang Tianzhuo was doing his best, thinking that this man would work hard enough for the next generation. He Zheng rubbed his stomach. In fact, he was already hungry. If it wasn't for Fang Tianzhuo, he would have eaten his meal.
He turned his face to see the cake on the table, and reached out to take it carefully. Fang Tianzhuo suddenly raised his head, and he hurriedly shrank back, his tearful eyes like a timid little animal.
"hungry?"
"No." He Zheng replied, seeing that he was dissatisfied with his reply, he added aggrievedly: "I just want to eat."
Fang Tianzhuo said: "Eat it."
He Zheng didn't dare, Fang Tianzhuo poured the medicated oil again, rubbed his other knee in the same way, and said, "I order you to eat it."
He Zheng ate it, holding the hibiscus cake in one hand and keeping the other under it to prevent the **** from falling out, biting and swallowing like a squirrel, for fear of disturbing him by making a sound.
Fang Tianzhuo looked up at him inadvertently, and he immediately stopped as if the pause button had been pressed, like a cub who was restless eating beside a big monster, opened his eyes slightly, and was wary of whether he would suddenly take himself as a prey and eat it in one bite. Lose.
Fang Tianzhuo withdrew his gaze, he started eating again, cautiously, and peeked at him between intervals.
Fang Tianzhuo finished rubbing the bruises for him, and said, "Before the injury is healed, I don't need to kneel, let's get up and eat."
He ordered someone to bring water to clean his hands. He Zheng ah woo shoved the hibiscus pastry that had been chewed for a long time into his mouth, chewed and swallowed hard with Fang Tianzhuo's exaggerated expression on his back, and then stroked his throat. His face turned meekly, and he sat down obediently at the table.
Fang Tianzhuo handed the towel to the servant, sat down beside him, his eyes fell on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand.
He Zheng was pressed the pause button again, his eyes followed his hand, Fang Tianzhuo's fingertips rubbed the corners of his delicate mouth, withdrew his hand and picked up the chopsticks.
He Zheng quickly served him vegetables and said, "Your Majesty is working hard, you should eat more."
After he finished clipping this and that, he quickly filled Fang Tianzhuo's bowl. The eggplant on the top swayed and fell from the bowl to the table. He Zheng immediately retracted his hand, as if nothing had happened. Eat your own.
Fang Tianzhuo put down his chopsticks.
He Zheng, who was pressed the pause button again: "..."
He hesitated, and put down the chopsticks gently.
Fang Tianzhuo said, "I'm going to take a bath."
Nanmenliang hurriedly ordered someone to prepare hot water. He Zheng thought about his contraceptive pill in his mind, and he kept pulling it into his mouth for a moment.
He decided to eat ten meals a day in the future and grow himself into a pig. He didn't believe that Fang Tianzhuo, who was covered in lard, could still talk.
Fang Tianzhuo was bathing in the side hall, He Zheng took the opportunity to eat, and just wanted to slip away, Nanmen Liang smiled and called: "Young Master, Your Majesty will let you go in and serve."
He looked happy, as if this was a great gift to He Zheng.
He Zheng thought to himself: Bah.
He said, "Hiccup—"
Nanmen Liang: "…"
Can do it. So unseemly, Your Majesty will chop you down sooner or later!
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After eating a very fat and fat pig pig zheng akimbo proud: Look, my fat legs are gone!
Fang Huang: If you have hips, you can do whatever you want.
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50 bottles in the depths of Clover's gaze; 5 bottles in the face like a ghost; the author stuck out his tongue while crying and licked 2 bottles;
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