The Man Who Married a Tyrant [Book Wearing][MTL]

Ch 6

It's not that Fang Tianzhuo hasn't heard similar words, but few people can say it as candidly as He Zheng, as if it should be so, as if he was born to like him.

Fang Tianzhuo kissed his cheek, He Zheng shrank his shoulders conditionely, Fang Tianzhuo returned to the chair in a good mood, picked up the pen and said, "Don't be in a daze, it's good to study ink."

He Zheng had to continue studying ink. Usually it is so easy to look at the TV camera to study ink, but now I really get started and realize that it is not easy. The most important thing is that this is a job of patience, but this is not a game console, how can it be patient? !

He Zheng quickly used the ink stick to grind it for a while as if he was venting hard, and then slowed down his movements because of soreness and dejection. He was still dizzy and sleepy after standing for a while.

Fang Tianzhuo suddenly said, "Put it down."

He Zheng immediately threw away the ink ingot and cheered up, "Then can I retire?"

Fang Tianzhuo said, "Pinch my leg."

Pinch your uncle's leg.

He Zheng squatted down obediently, clenching fists with both hands and hammering on his legs, wishing to break his legs directly, but his strength is indeed limited, pinching his legs is more physical work for him, squatting on his knees is not enough. As soon as he touched the ground, he knelt at Fang Tianzhuo's feet and fell asleep.

There was a slight weight on his leg, Fang Tianzhuo looked down and saw the other side tilted his head, his cheek rested on his thigh, he was still a little conscious, and when he realized that he was holding his thigh, he forced his eyes to continue pinching his legs. It didn't move for a while.

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his head and frowned. Studying ink is the foundation of learning, and pinching your legs is the foundation of serving others. Is this He Zheng really the one from He Xiang's family?

He patted He Zheng's face, his tentacles were hot.

"Someone." 　　

Nanmenliang trotted in immediately, Fang Tianzhuo said, "Go and ask the imperial doctor."

He flipped through the book on the chair and asked without raising his head, "How is it?"

Luo Yuanhou frowned and said in a low voice, "Reporting to Your Majesty, it must have been caused by being frightened. After eating, you will have a good rest, and you will be cured in a few days."

"Then there will be Imperial Doctor Lauro."

"Your Majesty's words are serious, and the duty of the minister is."

Luo Yuanhou got up to pack his things, but he couldn't help looking at the bed. In the final analysis, if he hadn't made the fertility drug himself, he wouldn't have been sent to the palace as a fertility tool, and he wouldn't have gotten sick so frequently.

His chest was stuffy and painful, Luo Yuanhou stepped back and walked out of the palace gate.

He Zheng's fans stared into nightmares, watching Fang Tianzhuo cut off the palace maid's feet, the palace maid cried out to the sky, her whole body was red with blood, struggling to crawl towards him, screaming as she crawled. : "It's all your fault! It's all your fault... Give my feet back, give my feet back!!"

The nightmares repeated, and He Zheng was so hard to wake up that he could only struggle in vain, uttering inaudible babble.

The high fever lasted all night, and it didn't stabilize until the early morning. When He Zheng woke up, he found himself in a trance in a different place.