The Man Who Married a Tyrant

A few days after the little prince learned to bike, Fang Tianzhuo announced another task at the dinner table: "Rui'er will get up early tomorrow."

Fang Changgu was sitting on a chair. Because his body was too small, only his shoulders were barely exposed. Now he can use chopsticks. Although sometimes he still can't hold things, he is slowly adapting and learning any skills. among.

His elbows were almost level with his shoulders, he was clumsily picking the rice in the small plate, with a bit of confusion in his eyes similar to He Zheng, and before he could ask, He Zheng had already helped him ask, " A Gu already wakes up at seven o'clock every day, how early is it?"

Fang Changgu nodded in agreement. He also felt that he was already very strong and hardworking. After all, the children next door went to the kindergarten at 9:30 every day and only got up at 9:00.

"Starting tomorrow, get up at five o'clock and learn kung fu with me."

Fang Chang Gu shrank his head, wishing he could just shove his head under the plate, why did he have to learn something? Isn't he learning enough now?

He Zheng is worthy of being his biological father, and feels his feelings very much: "Why do you have to learn something? He has learned much more than many children now."

"It's neither too early nor too late to start learning. If it takes another two years, it will suffer a lot."

Fang Chang thought about it, and I will talk about it when the time comes.

He Zheng once again accurately stated his thoughts: "I will talk about what will happen when the time comes. The child has worked hard enough now."

Fang Tianzhuo stared at Fang Changgu: "Could it be that Rui'er thinks the same as Daddy?"

Fang Chang Gu's eyes turned to look at his father, and then he slowly faced his father, the corners of his mouth raised at the same time, and said sternly: "Of course I am different from other children, I want to inherit the throne, It has to be very powerful.”

Fang Tianzhuo's hand stretched out across the table and gently rubbed his little head: "What I said, Rui'er remembers it better than Daddy."

He Zheng poked at the rice, and instantly felt that he had no status in this family. He felt a little distressed and a little angry.

What do you say that the throne inherits it? It's so good to be like an ordinary child here, what this poor little guy has been forced into by Fang Tianzhuo, but he can only think about these words, and Fang Tianzhuo will definitely be angry when he says it, after all, that Jiangshan is his Xinxin It was difficult for him to give up what he had earned through hard work.

That night, He Zheng touched Fang Changgu's room. The little guy was staring at the ceiling with his eyes open. Because he was worried that he would be damaged by He Zheng, Fang Tianzhuo didn't allow him to play with his mobile phone and Aipai since he was very young. As soon as he saw him push the door and probe, Fang Changgu immediately sat up and whispered, "Dad."

He Zheng's heart couldn't be soft, he climbed into the bed and put his son in his arms, taught him the experience seriously, and said, "I tell you, the first day tomorrow will definitely be very hard, if you already feel tired, Just cry with your father, but don't cry too much when you cry, you should cry softly and silently, otherwise he will be too noisy and even worse."

Fang Changgu's eyes were suspicious, but he obediently memorized the knowledge points and asked: "What if you can't cry?"

He Zheng recalled the time when he first wore books. To be honest, when he passed by that day, he was actually very optimistic. He thought that he was playing an escape game. When he knelt down, he realized that the grievances were involuntary, and many times when he was inadvertently, before he could react, tears welled up.

He touched the little prince's head and gave the answer: "Don't worry, you will be able to cry when the time comes."

Fang Changgu thought this was strange. There was a sudden movement from the bathroom outside, the father and son sat up straight, and He Zheng said solemnly: "Since I have promised the emperor, I will get up early tomorrow, learn martial arts well, and become one in the future. A good emperor who is both civil and military, you know?"

The little guy should also be very loud: "Yeah!"

The door was pushed open, Fang Tianzhuo's long hair was wet behind him, and he looked at them expressionlessly: "Rui'er should go to sleep."

He Zheng got off the bed and went back to the room with him. Suddenly, he began to be courteous. He knelt on the bed and took the towel from Fang Tianzhuo's hand to help him wipe his hair. Why, until He Zheng couldn't help but say, "Actually... I also really want to learn martial arts with A Gu."

Fang Tianzhuo's expression suddenly changed from a smile to a smile. He did not directly attack the other party, but said: "Then Zheng'er will get up early with the prince tomorrow."

He Zheng was immediately very happy, "I thought your kung fu wasn't rumored?"

In the end, He Zheng was still worried that Fang Changgu was young, and his first time learning martial arts was like the first time someone else's child entered kindergarten, but he had to watch it in person to feel at ease.

Fang Tianzhuo's hair was half wiped, and he ran over to tell Fang Changgu the news, and vowed: "From tomorrow onwards, whatever A Gu learns, Daddy will accompany you!"

Fang Changgu's eyes suddenly lit up like stars in the sky.

The next day, the whole family passed through the mirror neatly. In the backyard of Yangxin Hall, Fang Changgu began to learn basic skills, and He Zheng followed him. In less than ten seconds, he stood up straight. He recovered his body, turned his head to look at Fang Changgu, the little guy was still insisting, He Zheng then stabbed again, and after another ten seconds, Fang Changgu couldn't hold it anymore, He Zheng immediately said: "It's okay, stand straight and rest. Take a break."

Fang Changgu didn't have time to move, his father looked at him with a cool look, and that look made He Zheng look back again, "Since we have agreed to learn, we must learn honestly, especially Zheng. Son, you are an adult, you should set an example for your children."

Fang Tianzhuo took a ruler in his hand, put it down and tapped his calf: "Don't shake."

"..." He Zheng began to regret it.

Nanmen Liang came over to present something, raised his eyes to see He Zheng, and immediately lowered his eyes.

He Zheng: "…"

He regretted it even more.

If I knew earlier, I wouldn't be able to come here and suffer so early in the morning. What's wrong with Agu being a little guilty? The child should suffer a little. After all, if he is going to inherit the throne in the future, he will make up for something by himself. Could it be the emperor's throne? Can you give him a share? Why can't I think about it so much? It is estimated that Nanmen Liang will be seen as a joke.

No matter what people want to do, they will find countless excuses to promote themselves to achieve their goals. He Zheng is in this situation now.

He suddenly stood up straight, and in the next second, Fang Tianzhuo narrowed his eyes, Jiechi drew towards his calf, He Zheng suddenly trembled, his eyelashes trembled, and he dared not move.

Fang Changgu couldn't hold it anymore. The knowledge points taught by his father flashed in his mind, and he suddenly sobbed, and because of the hard work, tears filled his big eyes.

Fang Tianzhuo was flipping through something on one side, and finally raised his eyes to look at him in another big sob. Fang Changgu immediately pretended to be crying or not. He was born Yuxue cute, and this expression was made. It's really painful.

Fang Tianzhuo walked towards him and looked at him blankly. Fang Changgu remembered his father's teaching and didn't dare to cry, so he looked at him with tears in his eyes. Fang Tianzhuo suddenly stretched out his hand and squeezed him. His chin leveled his small head, and said lightly: "Look straight ahead." Then he glanced at He Zheng: "Don't look around."

He Zheng hurriedly turned his face back, and after a while, his legs became more and more uncomfortable, shaking more and more seriously, the beads of sweat on his forehead were pouring out, and he suddenly slumped and his buttocks fell. He sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Fang Changgu saw his father's cold face, shook his legs of the same noodle, gritted his teeth hard, and clenched his small fists.

Fang Tianzhuo squatted in front of He Zheng and asked, "Tired?"

Obviously he asked for it himself, but He Zheng was still aggrieved. He nodded and whispered, "Tired."

"Stand up and add another half an hour."

"…"

Fang Chang Gu thought, holding on, he must not repeat the mistakes of his father, and soon, he will be relieved.

He Zheng glanced at his son, and his eyes suddenly turned red: "Tong, can you be accommodating? I'm really tired."

Fang Tianzhuo said nothing, He Zheng choked for a moment, and pitifully squeezed out two tears, Fang Tianzhuo narrowed his eyes, finally sighed, and stood up and said, "Go over there and sit."

He Zheng didn't care about his little baby anymore, he stood up and lay down on the stone table not far away with his legs limp.

Fang Changgu's eyes suddenly turned to the unpromising father, and the knowledge points taught by his father yesterday flashed in his mind. When the father looked over again, he suddenly snorted.

Fang Tianzhuo frowned, and the little guy snorted his nose again to attract attention. Because he sucked too hard, his nasal cavity suddenly choked, his eyes suddenly turned red, tears began to brew, and he even coughed. The appearance was carved out of the same mold as He Zheng.

Fang Tianzhuo asked, "What's wrong?"

"I, I want to take a break..." The little prince asked in a low voice, accompanied by a choked sob, his tears rolled down all at once, but he only dared to sniff, and brought the poor performance to life.

Fang Tianzhuo glanced at the incense that was about to burn out and said, "Just hold on."

Originally, the little prince thought that he could still hold on, but Daddy had already succeeded in crying, so of course he couldn't hold it, he followed suit, slumped to the ground, panting, his face blushing: "Erchen, hold on. No longer."

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him quietly, Fang Chang thought about it, when he had seen enough, he should let himself go to the chair to rest.

But the royal father suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Within this incense stick, if you can't stand up, I will add another half an hour."

Fang Changgu didn't believe it. After all, his father had also frightened his father just now. As a result, when his father shed a tear, his heart softened. He squeezed his eyes, squeezed out two tears, and flattened his mouth.

Fang Tianzhuo stared at him without blinking, Fang Changgu began to feel uneasy, his eyes turned to the incense stick that was about to burn to the end, and then he looked at Daddy who had recovered and started running out, standing up Continuing to struggle between Zamabu and my father's soft heart, I finally chose the latter with peace of mind.

A stick of incense burned out.

The father opened his mouth: "Stretch out your hand."

Fang Chang didn't understand why, but out of obedience to his words, he subconsciously stretched out his little hand. The next second, Nanmen Liang's neck shrank, and the sound of the contact between the ruler and the flesh suddenly sounded, the little baby who just turned five years old " Wang" cried out.

The royal father's tone was extremely cold: "Stand up and continue practicing."

The little prince quickly got up and tied the horse, accompanied by a cry: "Father is partial, daddy is lying, wow—"

The crying stopped abruptly in the ruler raised by the father.

Fang Tianzhuo turned his head to the side, He Zheng immediately retracted his head, rubbed the soles of his feet on the bluestone floor, annoyed and guilty, but in the end, distress prevailed and he stuck his head out again.

He just squatted in the corner, watching his little baby with a bubbling hot tear, a flushed face, sobbing from time to time, and practicing for half an hour.

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