Chapter 16:
Because of these words, He Zheng kept the posture of being held on the table by Fang Tianzhuo, and did not move for a long time.
The food was brought up, Fang Tianzhuo sat down and looked at him, only then did he realize that the other party came to accompany him for dinner.
Quickly jumped down and ran to Fang Tianzhuo's side to sit down, reached out and picked up the chopsticks to help him pick up the dishes, the corners of his mouth raised at the same time, a pleasing smile.
Then he ate silently, lest Fang Tianzhuo really cut his tongue. To be honest, he thinks that he can live in front of Fang Tianzhuo for so long, thanks to his three-inch incorrupt tongue sprayed all over the live broadcast room. If it is cut, it is equivalent to a good horse without a good saddle and weapons without a good one. If you do, you can only wait to die.
He Zheng was uneasy in his heart. He didn't say a word or slept when he ate the noodles. He only occasionally couldn't stand his throat and coughed twice. Fortunately, Fang Tianzhuo usually didn't talk much. What made He Zheng's scalp tingle was that Fang Tianzhuo looked at him a little more often today.
After the meal, the palace people removed the rest of the food, He Zheng walked up to undress the man, Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes, and suddenly said, "Zheng'er has been in the palace for some days."
He Zheng quickly calculated in his mind and grinned: "More than half a month."
"Want to go home and see?"
He Zheng first thought of his parents and brothers in modern times, and then realized that Fang Tianzhuo was talking about He Xiangfu. He was stunned for two seconds, and then tentatively said, "I can still go home?"
He Zheng put his coat on the screen. He hasn't seen He Xiangguo since he came through. It's fine for now. It would be embarrassing if he did not know his own father. If Fang Tianzhuo allowed him to go home, it would be a good thing. You can recognize everyone, understand and understand, and secondly, there will be a lot of freedom compared to the palace.
"If Zheng'er wants to go back, of course you can."
He Zheng was worried that this was a trap, so he didn't dare to show too much excitement, "But I am reluctant to bear, Your Majesty."
Fang Tianzhuo didn't know whether to believe it or not: "In a few days, I will send someone to pick you up again."
He Zheng coughed, nodded slowly, and agreed.
In this world, except for Fang Tianzhuo's side, the air must be refreshing and pleasant everywhere.
He Zheng looked forward to it so beautifully. The next day, Fang Tianzhuo got up early and went to court. As soon as he walked on his front foot, he got up on his hind foot and packed his things.
He didn't have many clothes, just a few pieces, Fang Tianzhuo was digging to death, and he didn't see anything to reward him, so it was not troublesome to pack up.
After packing up, Nanmen Liang walked over with a smile: "The carriage is ready, the son can leave at any time."
He Zheng couldn't wait to get on the carriage, just thinking about where to go after returning to the mansion, Nanmenliang gently instructed outside: "Your Majesty ordered that the son is still on the grounds, and you can't go out at will when you arrive at the prime minister's mansion, you guys. All are optimistic, if something happens at that time, be careful that His Majesty will pick your heads."
He Zheng lifted the curtain of the car door, looked at Nanmenliang's smiling face with angry eyes, and slowly twitched the corners of his mouth: "Father-in-law has worked hard."
"It's not hard." Nanmen Liang approached him gently and said in a low voice, "It's your son, you have to be careful in everything."
As the wheels rolled, He Zheng sat in the large carriage, and changed several postures in surprise, without knowing exactly what Nanmenliang meant.
In front of the prime minister's mansion, Shun Yi knocked on the door and called for a long time before someone came over: "Who is it?"
"Second son of the He family is going back to his house to visit relatives, please let me know."
At this moment, it is not yet bright, and the crimson morning glow falls on the bluestone floor. He Zheng has already stepped out of the carriage, his long hair is only tied with a hair band, his face is stunning, and he is looking around curiously.
The man glanced at it, then immediately retracted his head and said, "Wait a minute."
She had no choice but to go back and said, "Let's wait."
He Zheng didn't care either. He knew that there were not many people in He Xiangfu who wanted to see him, but it didn't matter, he just needed to relax in another place without Fang Tianzhuo.
After a while, the servant ran over to open the door and said, "Come in the carriage."
He Zheng followed the carriage into the door, but was suddenly stopped. The doorman smiled but said, "Second Young Master, Madam said that the royal carriage is to come in. As for you...so disheveled, you should go through the back door, please."
After the carriage went in along the rolling board, the door was closed again. He Zheng was slapped with a gray face, took two steps back subconsciously, and asked Shunyi, "I am not dressed properly?"
Shun Yi said: "You... are indeed disheveled."
He Zheng later realized that as a male pet, he is not qualified to tie his hair, so after entering the palace, his hair is usually put down and only tied with a hair band. He originally thought he didn't need it. Like Fang Tianzhuo, he was very free to fiddle around all day, but now I understand that this is a proper discrimination!
Just like now, he is not qualified to cross such a high threshold of the Prime Minister's residence when he hangs his hair and looks like a little waiter.
"Young Master?" Shunyi looked at him with a gloomy expression and worried, but He Zheng suddenly said, "If you don't go home, let's go back to the palace."
He also didn't want the royal carriage that was more noble than people, and immediately turned his head and walked towards the way he came. After walking through the bluestone road, messy footsteps suddenly came from behind: "Master, walk slowly!"
He Zheng ignored it.
In the original book, the experience of the original owner in the prime minister's mansion was only a brief introduction. Now that he came here, he knew what real grievance was. He could not enter the gate where carriages could enter? What is the reason for this, He Zheng doesn't believe it, his He Xiangfu's door can be higher than the palace!
The carriage was still for him!
"Young Master, Young Master..." Someone came to pull him out of breath, and He Zheng suddenly flicked his sleeves and shouted angrily: "Bold! This son can also be touched by your dirty hands?"
Who can't bully others, He Zheng looked at the middle-aged butler with a moustache in front of him with a vicious expression. The latter was really taken aback by him, and hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Young master, don't be angry, the servant was just ordered to ask the master to go home quickly. Madam is waiting for you to have dinner together."
What he said, it seemed like a great honor for him. He Zheng was suffocating in front of Fang Tianzhuo because his life was being pinched, but what is Mrs. He? He can guarantee that he won't enter the door today, and the trouble is in front of Fang Tianzhuo, and even He Xiang can't eat and walk around.
He Zheng held a lofty shelf and said coldly: "This young master is so disheveled, how can he be fit to eat with Mrs. He, I see... I'd better go back to eat with His Majesty."
The housekeeper took a deep breath, never expected that He Zheng would become so arrogant when he entered the palace, what he said was like pushing Mrs. He to death.
He lowered his body again: "My son's words are serious, and the servant dared to ask the son to go back to the mansion. I have been offended a lot. I also asked the son to calm down. Don't take offense."
"You please?" He Zheng had been oppressed during this period of time and could not resist at all. At this moment, it seemed as if his nature had been liberated.
The housekeeper gritted his teeth, why did He Zheng become so difficult now, "Madam is just doing things according to the rules. It's not intentional to accidentally bump into the son. If the son is dissatisfied, let's go home..."
He Zheng was indeed dissatisfied, but he was too lazy to continue talking, and made up his mind that today unless Mrs. He personally invited him to enter through the gate, he would never enter this house.
"Pfft", the butler's knees fell to the ground, "Young master, master, you see the old slave is getting old, please do it well, don't get angry with your madam, let's go back, go home and talk about something, son, you are today If you don't go back, Madam will anger the old slave!"
He Zheng frowned and glared at him angrily, knowing his intention to kneel down, he even described today's lively bullying scene as his own temper, but in the end he waved his hand angrily: "Forget it. Forget it, get up, and I'll go back with you."
He entered through the gate of the Prime Minister's mansion as he wished, but He Zheng was still depressed. He did not go to eat with Mrs. He, but asked the housekeeper to arrange a room for him, ready to go back to sleep.
But actually couldn't sleep at all.
He always felt that Nanmenliang's words seemed to carry some kind of metaphor, which made him uneasy.
Be careful? Be careful of what? Why did Fang Tianzhuo suddenly let him back, and what did he want to test?
He Zheng frowned, tossing and turning, as if there was a needle sticking under his body, and especially wanted to go back to the palace immediately. He always felt that after leaving Fang Tianzhuo's side, it was as if something would happen silently.
Fang Tianzhuo just went to court, Nanmenliang immediately sent He Zheng's trouble in front of the prime minister's house to his ears.
He was slightly surprised: "Really?"
"Isn't that right? You are stubborn like a calf. You can't even pull it. Butler He kneels down."
Sure enough, it's all dressed up.
Fang Tianzhuo picked up the memorial with a cold face, but his eyes were suddenly occupied by that beautiful and well-behaved face, as well as those eyes that were always rolling around. It seems.
Nanmenliang saw his absent-mindedness and said gently: "I heard that the apricot flower wine that Mrs. Xiangguo brewed five years ago was opened today. Would your Majesty go and see it? She is a master brewer."
The little **** below Hou looked at him suspiciously.
If His Majesty wants to visit the Prime Minister's Mansion, the reason is really far-fetched. His Majesty is obviously impossible to be persuaded.
Just after thinking about it, I heard: "I will try it."
Excessive use of his brain early in the morning, He Zheng fell asleep soon after tossing, and was woken up by starvation. He got up with his heavy head and asked, only to find out that Mrs. He is going to have a banquet and drink today.
No wonder she didn't come to teach He Zheng a lesson in person when there was such a commotion at the door.
The ancients were also strange. The wine had to choose a date. He Zheng ran out to see it. Mrs. He’s surname was Mei Mingyue. The screening has been completed.
At the same time, there were a lot of people in the yard, men and women each occupying a pile. He Zheng ran out of the side room, and the first thing he saw was a group of female dependents.
As soon as he appeared, Mrs. He was immediately informed by the woman beside her. She frowned and looked at He Zheng, who was probing his brain. Her eyes fell on his loose hair, and her eyes flashed with contempt.
The inferior goods born of this **** were all driven back by the emperor, and he actually dared to challenge her, that is, the idiot of the housekeeper, who was really fooled by him, and he even invited people back.
"Go back and don't let him show up."
The old woman immediately walked towards He Zheng through the crowd with a smile, and when He Zheng saw her kind smile, she immediately smiled.
It was the first time he had seen such a lively and quaint scene.
As a result, the old woman suddenly changed her face and moved his hair to the back. He Zheng was stunned by her hair and went all the way to the back corridor. .
The old woman scolded: "You scumbag, the hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion is something you can go to, so don't go back!"
He Zheng carefully touched his hair, and found a bunch of broken hair.
He took a deep breath, and his expression suddenly became like he was going to eat people, extremely vicious: "Yah-"
Ten minutes later, He Zheng, who had finished smashing the field, was surrounded by several family members. He Xiangguo's face was gloomy, and He Jinhua's brows were furrowed. Take him down! Hit me!"
The servants raised their sticks, He Zheng's eyelids twitched, and he sneered: "Your Majesty kindly asked me to go home to visit relatives, and personally sent me a car to take me back to the prime minister's residence, but try it out, my son has broken a bit of skin today, Let's see if His Majesty will pluck your heads."
Mrs. He was furious: "The fly on the tail, the fox and the tiger! Kill him for me!"
"Mother." He Jinhua supported her and said, "It's still clear why he came back, in case..."
"Why?!" Mrs. He roared: "It must be because he didn't serve His Majesty well and was kicked out of the palace. Otherwise, why didn't the palace send back news ahead of time? Don't be frightened by him, call me!"
A coldness flashed across He Xiangguo's eyes. If He Zheng was really kicked out, then it would be of little help for him to become a major event. Moreover, looking at his arrogant and arrogant appearance, if He Zheng was rejected by His Majesty, It is indeed possible.
A few days ago, there was reliable news in the palace that he had provoked Longyan furious, and His Majesty walked away.
His mind floated, his eyes fell on the unparalleled beauty, and the killing intent receded a little. No, this piece is lost, but it will never be found again.
He Zheng knew just by looking at what each of them was struggling with. The unhappiness that Fang Tianzhuo had been suppressing all along disappeared. He just felt that he had never been so happy after wearing it. You have been spoiled by His Majesty’s precious and noble, but you will suffer from your cowardice when you enter this low door, not to mention that I will smash you a few jars of wine today, even if you tear down your entire prime minister’s residence, see how you can stand me!”
The whole place was silent.
"What? Don't dare to move? Oh, get up, hit me, hey, how can you kneel, Mrs. He..."
Not only Mrs. He, but also He Xiang He Jinhua, including the plainclothes minister who came to drink, and the servants with sticks, all knelt down on the spot.
He Zheng: "!!"
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Fang Huang: Are you happy?
Zheng Zheng: …qwwq
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