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

Ch 10

Not to take him "on horseback", nor to take him "for hunting", but to take him "out of the palace".

He Zheng's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was already beating. He doubted that Fang Tianzhuo saw something, this sentence seemed to be a meaningful metaphor, or a warning.

He Zheng got up and put on his coat, and when he got up to get his coat, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. The man was laying down his long hair and showing his shoulders, leaning against the bedside and looking at him lazily.

He Zheng hesitantly walked over with the clothes brought by his servants: "This..."

Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his arms.

He Zheng deeply felt the grievances of the ancient concubine. Not only did he have to serve the bed, but he had to dress him after serving the bed? ! There are no human rights anymore!

He Zheng sullenly climbed back onto the bed and waited for him to put on his shirt. Fang Tianzhuo looked at his expression and chuckled, "Not happy?"

Of course he was not happy. Not him Fang Tianzhuo himself.

He Zheng quickly vetoed: "How could that be, it is my honor to serve Your Majesty!"

Fang Tianzhuo casually stared at him with his arms long, He Zheng showed a false and happy expression, and gave him a hint of happiness. The hands of the belt were very clumsy, and Fang Tianzhuo's chest showed a large area when he was tying it. He was puzzled, and immediately decided to ignore it.

Just as he was about to go down, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly reached out and hugged him back and said, "It's not well dressed, come again."

He Zheng's head hit his chest, and Fang Tianzhuo saw the other party's momentary depression without surprise, followed by The small expression of resignation is inexplicably happy.

After finally waiting for Fang Tianzhuo to get dressed, the servants brought the accessories, He Zheng pursed his lips, leaned over to help him hang it around his waist, and finally let out a long sigh of relief and said happily, "Okay. Hey, Your Majesty, you are so handsome!"

Fang Tianzhuo said, "It's hard work." "No, it's a blessing for the grass people to serve His Majesty." After a sleeve, he suddenly stopped and started to be in a daze.

Fang Tianzhuo: "Huh?"

He Zheng slumped: "I'm tired, take a rest."

"Why don't you let the servants serve you?"

He Zheng is depressed, why can't he stop while serving Fang Tianzhuo, and he can't stop wearing his own clothes if he wants to?

He paused, then replied obediently, "I don't want anyone else to touch me except Your Majesty."

Fang Tianzhuo chuckled and said, "Zheng'er wants me to serve me personally?"

 His eyes clearly didn't say so.

Fang Tianzhuo curled his lips, and he felt more and more that this He Zheng was very different. There was a sense of cleverness all over his body. As soon as those beautiful eyes rolled, the ghost idea came up secretly. .

It was his duty to serve himself, but it was really interesting that he dared to ask himself to serve him back.

The servant brought hot water, Fang Tianzhuo turned around and walked out, He Zheng punched his back, and continued to wear clothes with soft bones.

He Zheng himself is in the Pize Temple these few days. He usually eats white porridge and vegetables for breakfast. He is mainly vegetarian. An extra plate of meat at noon is the best thing to do.