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

Ch 15

If Fang Tianzhuo doesn't click, he will bite the bullet and pretend to be stupid, anyway, every second you live is a second.

Fang Tianzhuo stopped his hand to wipe his face, and looked at him.

He Zheng's heart beat faster and faster.

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile that was not a smile: "A love letter to me?"

He Zheng nodded immediately, his attitude was as serious as facing a college entrance examination paper, and he didn't dare to blink.

"Then, where did it go?"

"No, it's gone."

"Who took it?"

"I don't know."

He Zheng was too nervous, raised his hand to wipe the ashes on his face, his face was flushed red, but he couldn't feel the pain at all, his eyes glanced at his face from time to time, and he was always on guard against Fang Tianzhuo. Throw him to the ground and crush his sternum.

Fang Tianzhuo grabbed his hand. That gray face had been rubbed red and dirty, pitiful and hateful.

"Then I will call up all the servants who have entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation recently and ask them one by one. If I can't find out who secretly hid the love letter that Zheng'er wrote for me, I will cut them all down."

He Zheng felt that he was wearing shackles every time he breathed and breathed, and he said slowly, "No way."

"Why?"

Because you will be struck by lightning by killing innocent people indiscriminately like this! !

"In His Majesty's palace, there may be assassins entering or leaving. They may have seen the love letter I wrote to His Majesty, and then sneered, just... rubbing it like this, the paper turned into powder." He Zheng said slowly, word by word. He jumped out, carefully reading every word through his mind, and at the end, he suddenly came to his senses: "I'm not sure, that assassin is still framing me, ruining the love letter, and replacing it with something that divides my affection for Your Majesty. ..."

He felt a little guilty again, his tone weakened, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, if you believe me and kill me, then you will never find a loyal and infatuated lover like me in your life."

Fang Tianzhuo Yin and Yang smiled strangely, without making a sound, just staring at him like that. He Zheng fidgeted on his lap, his fingers twisted with each other, and the pores all over his body were dripping with sweat.

Fang Tianzhuo moved suddenly, his fingers spread out, resting on his forehead, and squinting at him, his smile remained unchanged, and the color of his eyes was uncertain. He Zheng pursed his lips and felt as if he had been suffering for a lifetime before he said, "Come here, clean up for the son." Touching himself, he said in a low voice, "Go out."

The room was silent. He Zheng held his breath and soaked his head in the water. After showing his head again, he took a few breaths. He grabbed the edge of the tub and was in a trance.

Soon, someone from the palace came to urge softly: "Young Master, hurry up, Your Majesty is still waiting for you." What are you waiting for? Serving the bed, Cao Nima does it every day without fear of his bladder exploding.

He Zheng said softly, "Got it."

He wiped his face and went out in good spirits, but the expected scene did not happen. Fang Tianzhuo was sitting at the table and had already spread out some rice paper. He came out with wet hair and patted his leg.

He Zheng walked over, sat down obediently, and listened to him: "It's a pity that Zheng'er's love letter is lost. If you don't write it again, I will take care of it this time."