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

Ch 69

He Zheng was taught the qin by his hand, and he subconsciously looked at his handsome face, which was softened because he was in a good mood.

He couldn't help but kiss him, received Fang Tianzhuo's eyes, and said, "You looked like my dream lover just now."

Fang Tianzhuo was unhappy for a second: "Dream lover?"

He Zheng said solemnly: "I often dream of a person who looks exactly like you. In the dream, he takes care of me in every way, is gentle and tolerant, knows what I like and what I don't like, and is willing to negotiate with me in everything. My elder brother is my elder brother, and my father and mother are my father and mother...why are you looking at me like that?"

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes ranged from displeasure to doubt to clearness to indulging in laughter. He lightly bumped his forehead against him, and said with certainty, "I am Zheng'er's dream lover."

He Zheng rolled his eyes: "You are not ashamed."

"The dream was made by Zheng'er, and the words were spoken by Zheng'er. Why should I be ashamed?"

"You are in such a hurry to be my dream lover, and you don't even see if you are the right number."

Fang Tianzhuo's contemplative appearance seemed a little silly to He Zheng, he laughed out loud, put his arms around Fang Tianzhuo's neck, and said softly: "Don't think about it, it's you, I know, you must be It will become what I like, and I will like it more and more."

The benefits of Fang Tianzhuo's good mood are obvious, at least he won't suddenly lose his temper, making everyone feel at risk, and he won't drag people out and chop them because of a little trivial matter. Challenge He Zheng is completely different from him. Three Views. Although he sometimes makes He Zheng angry when he talks, He Zheng also knows that the three views between the two people cannot be settled in a while, and he is willing to let him have a little bit of it.

What makes He Zheng happy is that no matter how busy Fang Tianzhuo is, he will remember his hard pregnancy and come over to help him press his legs to lull him to sleep, and then return to the front hall to make a memorial.

With the palace lantern hanging high, Nanmenliang stood at the door and looked at His Majesty the Emperor, who was carefully tucking the quilt by the Queen just now after pressing her legs. She felt in a trance that this person was not the Majesty she knew, at least not in front of Queen He. In stark contrast to the decisive, cold and cruel man in the court.

To be honest, he really couldn't see what Queen He had to like. He always thought that if Fang Tianzhuo didn't have three wives and four concubines, he would have chosen someone who was as strong and capable as him as his lifelong partner. But He Zheng, he is obviously not.

A person like him should be one of the three thousand in the harem, not worthy of His Majesty's sole favor.

The only special thing about him is probably the vigorous vigor in him, tenacious like a weed, stepping down with one foot and falling down, but when that foot leaves, he can stand up trembling again.

But there are too many people surviving in the cracks, why did His Majesty fall in love with such a... a straw bag.

After thinking about it, Nanmen Liang thought it was probably because he was good-looking and hard to find in the world.

Fang Tianzhuo sat for a moment, waiting for his lover to breathe smoothly, then slowly leaned in and kissed the slightly open lips.

He left from the bed, and Nanmenliang followed immediately, first turning on the light on the table, and then kneeling respectfully to study ink.