The Man Who Married a Tyrant

Thunder and rain are all grace.

For Fang Tianzhuo, there are only other people in this world who are not worthy of him.

He stared gloomily at the frightened He Zheng, and squeezed his knuckles with his fingers before restraining the urge to throw people out.

Fang Tianzhuo walked away, He Zheng held the unfinished apricot blankly, and glanced at the fruit that had been thrown to the ground, and a feeling of grievance suddenly surged in his heart.

Son of a bitch, crazy!

He threw half of the apricot in his hand at Fang Tianzhuo: "I am pregnant or you are pregnant!"

Hit, hit.

Before the man turned around, He Zheng's anger had been replaced by fright. Why is it so cowardly every time! Fang Tianzhuo will definitely kill him this time!

He hid under the table in a conditioned reflex, noticed that the man had returned with a gloomy face, and suddenly got out quickly to hide under the bed.

Fang Tianzhuo: "…"

He suddenly thought of a cat that his mother and concubine had raised when he was a child. He always liked to provoke people's bottom line, making a mess in the house, and he still couldn't control his paws after repeated warnings. But when he sees a man aggressively chasing after him to fight, he is so frightened that he immediately shrinks his neck and drags his tail to hide everywhere. alert.

He Zheng was grabbed by his feet and pulled out. He held his breath and met his dark eyes, trembling and alert, like the cat that had been splashed and cowardly.

"Hide what?"

He Zheng glanced at him timidly and did not dare to say a word.

Fang Tianzhuo asked again, "Is it dirty inside?"

He Zheng hesitated: "...dirty."

"Do you know if it's dirty?"

"I, I am afraid."

"Did I murder you?"

Indeed, he is fierce is Xing.

He Zheng held back for a moment, and was even more aggrieved: "No."

"Then why are you afraid?"

"I, I smashed you."

"You know it will anger me, why do you still do that?"

He Zheng's cheeks bulged up and down, as if restraining his temper: "I won't dare next time."

Weird.

Fang Tianzhuo narrowed his eyes, did not pursue his lie again, and warned in a deep voice, "Reflect on yourself and don't make me angry again."

He Zheng nodded obediently. Fang Tianzhuo let him go, picked up the apricots on the ground, and threw them all into the trash basket outside the door.

He Zheng got up and followed out, turned around to look at the house, made sure he really left, and said, "Bah!"

He was clearly the one who lost his temper inexplicably, so why should he reflect on himself? He has nothing to reflect on, isn't he just eating the leftover apricot... eh?

He Zheng's face changed, and he finally understood the reason for his anger.

This neuropathy is simply overwhelmed, isn't this kind of careful thinking only a girl can have? Is it really okay for you to be a rough old man or a prince of a country so sensitive? !

This should be a den of Fang Tianzhuo. The footsteps of people coming and going are very light, obviously with martial arts skills. Fang Tianzhuo told him to stay obedient and not run around. For the sake of his own life, He Zheng could only obedient.

The image of being assassinated that night flashed in his mind from time to time. The face of the black gauze man was very similar to his modern brother, but when he thought that the other party came to kill him, he began to tingle in his scalp and felt that it was impossible. It's his brother.

How could the time-travel incident happen to two brothers in one family at the same time?

And He Zheng doesn't want his brother to come over, because it most likely means that he has lost his vital signs in modern times, and he can't imagine what it would be like for parents to lose two children at once.

He Zheng put his hands together and prayed silently, wishing his parents and brother good health and good luck. Although I miss them very much, my brother must not come through, this is not a place for people to stay.

For the next few days, Fang Tianzhuo was very busy every day, and He Zheng could hardly see his people, but Shunyi was successfully transferred over. The people around him were safe and sound, and He Zheng was relieved.

But there was one more thing that made He Zheng anxious.

His pregnancy reaction worsened.

In the morning, he started to vomit before he had eaten. He held the door for a long time but couldn't spit out anything. He Zheng's face was pale and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. I wanted to eat it in my heart, but I started to feel nauseated before I could eat it.

Lying on the table, he said weakly, "Go get something light."

Shunyi hurriedly let people evacuate, and ran to the kitchen to prepare in person, He Zheng's face was pressed against the table, full of exhaustion.

This reaction started yesterday afternoon. In less than two days, he began to doubt his life. He couldn't imagine how those pregnant women survived.

He couldn't help but start thinking about his mother. If this situation were in modern times, his mother would definitely take care of him and feed him personally, and his father and brother would definitely ask for help... No, no, in modern times, he wouldn't be pregnant at all!

Speaking of which, when he was in college, even if he just had a random headache, his parents and brothers took turns driving from the next city to see him.

Thinking of the past, and seeing that there is no relative by my side at this moment, I can't help but feel a little desolate in my heart.

He Zheng picked the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

Reluctantly ate something in the morning, He Zheng was reading a book on the soft bed, drowsy and dreaming that his parents and brothers were calling him to get up one by one, and suddenly opened his eyes, Jiang Fuyang was shaking his chair: "By the way, you are not feeling well. , I went to buy some sour prunes, try it now."

The boy spread out his handkerchief and handed it over with sour plums. He Zheng squeezed one to fill his mouth, and sighed, "It's still my younger brother who is sensible."

Jiang Fuyang also ate one. It was so sour that he vomited with a wrinkled face. He Zheng couldn't help laughing and said, "Didn't you buy yourself something to eat?"

"Does sweet rice cake count?" Jiang Fuyang opened another paper bag on the table and said, "It's still hot, try half of it for you."

He Zheng pinched it and took a bite. The mouth was soft and sweet, not greasy at all. He couldn't help but sigh: "We, Fuyang, are indeed men who have experienced strong winds and waves. We have grown up."

Jiang Fuyang glanced at him.

Perhaps it was due to the lack of energy, He Zheng's face was a little soft and fragile, less aggressive, and his delicate facial features became more attractive.

Jiang Fuyang was stunned for a while.

He Zheng suddenly patted his head: "What are you staring at me for?"

Jiang Fuyang blushed and frowned, "Your Majesty is fascinated by your face, you are really a demon concubine."

He Zheng touched his face and sighed: "If it's a sin to look good, then I may be unforgivable."

Jiang Fuyang: "…"

If he lived in modern times, he would understand that He Zheng was playing tricks, but he felt ashamed for him when he heard it at this moment: "You are so cheeky."

He Zheng bit the rice cake and laughed aloud, "It's important to have self-knowledge, why can't I say it myself when I look so good-looking?"

Jiang Fuyang didn't know what to say. He stuffed the rest of the rice cake into his mouth and said, "I'll ignore you."

"Hey brother." He Zheng called to him: "Go to the kitchen and get me some marinated chicken feet. They should be slightly spicy."

Jiang Fuyang glared at him, "Audacious, who is your brother!"

He Zheng scratched his cheeks, thinking too. Fang Tianzhuo had so many concubines, but none of them were officially married. Even if he gave birth to a child, he was not qualified to call his younger brother a younger brother.

What kind of ghost world is this, there are no human rights.

He Zheng leaned on the soft collapse and thought, if this was left in modern times, Jiang Fuyang would have to call himself sister-in-law even if he didn't call himself brother.

But if it was in modern times, Fang Tianzhuo would have to hold him in his arms, otherwise who would follow him? Where is it like here, it is unfair to give him the hard work to nurture the next generation and to be threatened and intimidated by him.

Not to mention that he is not willing to give birth to him.

Just physically and mentally tortured.

He Zheng opened the book, and after a while, he leaned on the slump and became confused. He didn't open his eyes until he smelled the aroma of chicken feet: "Ah! Brother, you are so kind!"

Jiang Fuyang put the plate in front of him and said, "Aren't you sick anymore?"

"Well, um." He Zheng rolled up his sleeves and took one to eat, and then instructed him: "Give me that water bowl and spit out bones."

"Can't you sit up and eat?"

He Zheng looked over softly: "Good brother, just take care of your little nephew's mother, okay?"

Jiang Fuyang took it over and put it on his chest angrily, and said, "Just now, His Majesty sent back the news that he will not be returning tonight."

"Oh." He Zheng said lightly: "Love does not return, does it have something to do with me?"

"If you don't ask him what to do, is it dangerous?"

"What's there to ask?" He Zheng said: "He is the real dragon and the emperor. He is blessed by the heavens, and even a small injury will not kill him."

"You!" Jiang Fuyang reached out and snatched the chicken's paw from his hand, and said angrily, "Your Majesty loves you so much, you are not thankful for Dade, and you say such wolf-hearted words, if it weren't for you having a dragon's son, I would have done it right now. I'll cut you first and then play!"

He Zheng rolled his eyes, reached out and threw the water bowl to him: "Go out, don't eat."

Jiang Fuyang glanced at the snack specially prepared for him, and then stuffed the water bowl back: "This is for the emperor's nephew."

He Zheng glared at him and scratched his paws again. Jiang Fuyang frowned and looked at him for a while: "You really aren't curious what he did?"

"The harem is not allowed to do politics, do you want me to die?"

Jiang Fuyang was furious, "Thanks to His Majesty for being so caring about you, you don't even respond to ten or two, you, heartless vixen!"

He threw his sleeves and walked away angrily.

"You are the fox spirit." He Zheng shouted angrily: "You are also the snake spirit!"

He bit his claws hard, and his stomach cramped again while eating. He Zheng covered his mouth, struggled to get up and threw himself in front of the spittoon and spit it out.

"Shou Shan, you are in a special situation now, don't get angry with Young Master Jiang."

"Who is angry with him?" He Zheng rinsed his mouth with a pale face, picked up dried plums and stuffed it into his mouth, panted slightly, leaned back, turned his face weakly, and said, "Take it out, don't eat it."

Shun Yi quickly took the chicken feet away, He Zheng turned his face sideways, and slowly curled up sideways.

He really didn't understand that Jiang Fuyang had nothing to complain to Fang Tianzhuo, just because he put a lot of thought into himself, so everyone knew that he spoiled himself, but what if he liked him? Just because he likes it, should he be grateful to Dade?

How could Fang Tianzhuo be so lucky? He was already on top, and there were still so many people talking to him, speaking for him, and thinking from his standpoint.

But he has nothing.

No one cares that he has no relatives in this world, no one cares that he is struggling to make a living under Fang Tianzhuo's hands, no one cares that he has nothing but a heart that he can control, and his body is not him of.

But everyone is still asking him to unconditionally hold out his heart and dedicate it to that man.

Dare he give it?

He Zheng knew that when he found out that Fang Tianzhuo liked him, there were other factors besides being alive.

But he didn't dare to think deeply.

In this world, if everything is handed over, he will surely die miserably.

He sniffed and closed his eyes tiredly.

That night, Fang Tianzhuo really didn't come back.

He didn't appear until noon the next day, along with He Run and others, in front of Jiang Fuyang, who was anxiously waiting. The whole group was a little embarrassed, and Jiang Fuyang ran over quickly: "Your Majesty, are you alright!"

"Nothing." Fang Tianzhuo shook his sleeves that had been blown out of the hole. Perhaps the trip went smoothly, he was in a good mood, and asked casually, "How is Shanshou's body?"

Jiang Fuyang said: "That's right, maybe the little prince is so upset that he can't eat it, but I bought dried plums and sent them to appetizers. Do you want to see him now, Your Majesty?"

"I'm going to change clothes first."

Jiang Fuyang glanced at his torn clothes, knowing that this was because he was afraid of the good head.

I can't help but sigh, that wolf-hearted He Shanshou doesn't care about your life or death.

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