The Man Who Married a Tyrant

He Zheng blinked hesitantly to ensure he didn’t hear wrong before opening his mouth. He lowered his head, feeling happy and sad at the same time. He wanted to shout three times to the sky but felt a little sore in his heart.

The curtain of the carriage cut off the line of sight of communication between the two people, but He Zheng’s hand on the window was slightly tighter.

“If you want to know, I can tell you.”

They finally got to the place.

Originally, He Zheng thought they were going to the river, and he thought it would be as hot as a steamer. At this moment, when they arrived, he saw the lake was crystal clear. The whole lake was like an emerald jade embedded in the mountain, so cool and refreshing. There was a lonely boat parked on the empty lake, which seemed like a private territory.

He Zheng was carried aboard and put down. Curiously, he touches the water, and his hands feel cool.

He immediately said, “Can we come to such a nice place more often in the future?”

“We’ve been travelling all day, so we will stay tonight.”

Thinking carefully, it takes three hours to travel by carriage and six hours to go back and forth. No, he is pregnant now, and Fang Tianzhuo is busy, so it is already great to be able to come once.

“The carriage is too slow. If there are our immortal’s means of transportation, it will take you half a day to get here.”

Fang Tianzhuo stood at the edge of the boat. He frowned and looked askance. “What did Zheng’er write in my hand just now?”

At that time, he was angry with Fang Tianzhuo, so he wrote “dog”, but Fang Tianzhuo would be very angry when he said this. He Zheng looked up and said, “It’s’ love’, which is the language of other races in our immortals, meaning’ love’.”

Fang Tian’s eyebrows were locked, and He Zheng sat down on the small blanket spread on the boat, upturned face and sparkling eyes, and said, “Would you like to sit here? I’m afraid I can’t stand still. ”

The boat floated leisurely on the lake, and Fang Tianzhuo sat cross-legged beside him. He Zheng took his hand and wrote, “This is’ I’, this is’ love’ and’ you.” He closed Fang Tianzhou’s hand and bent his eyes. “I love you” means I love you. ”
[He probably uses modern Chinese characters.]

Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes flashed, and he didn’t speak for a long time.

He Zheng also knew it was difficult to understand, so he changed the topic thoughtfully: “Let me tell you a story about Iron man.”

He began to gush when he mentioned his favorite hero, and the two floated on the lake. Fang Tianzhuo listened carefully and never interrupted his words.

As the sun set, the emerald lake sparkled with other colors and glowed. He Zheng licked his lips with thirst, wanting to say more: “Iron Man, that’s almost it.”

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him momentarily, and He Zheng felt his scalp numb, shrinking slightly: “What, what?”

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes and said slowly, “Nothing.”

The story of a hero saving the world made Fang Tianzhuo realize that the celestial kingdom is a little different from his understanding of immortals.

He glanced at He Zheng’s delicate and beautiful face again, and his eyes were unfathomable.

On the way back, Fang Tianzhuo carried him and flew from the boat to the shore. Not surprisingly, he saw his amazed eyes again. He put He Zheng down and told him proudly: “I can fly without armor.”

He Zheng suddenly smiled. He pulled Fang Tianzhuo’s sleeve, raised his face close to his ear and whispered, “Your Majesty is so cute.”

Fang Tianzhuo’s face froze, and he got on the horse.

He Zheng was sitting in the carriage, laughing happily. He found that Fang Tianzhuo was not shy when acting but couldn’t listen to love words. His ears turned red as hell, making people want to take a bite.

While sighing, he felt that his majesty was a treasure. He refused to get off when he was taken out of the carriage, so he held his neck and leaned on him. He whispered in his ear, “Baby, hold me tight, don’t let the baby fall.”

Fang Tianzhuo carried him into the yard without saying a word.

Maybe it’s because when he arrived in a new place, He Zheng was so excited that he couldn’t sleep. He lay beside Fang Tianzhuo, surrounded by someone cold and ruthless, but with his actual EQ of three years old, he suddenly said: “Your Majesty, Shall I sing for you?”

Fang Tianzhuo was stunned for a moment, then looked sideways at him. He had heard He Zheng sing, the tune was a bit weird, but it was pretty nice, so he nodded.

He Zheng coughed, groped with one hand on the back of his hand, and said, “Listen, this song is called Wei Feng Tang Tang[威风堂堂].”

Fang Tianzhuo nodded and asked, “Is it a marching song?

He Zheng blinked: “Well … almost.”

Then what, billions of sperm babies compete to see who will become an embryo first? It can be regarded as a thousand troops crossing the single-plank bridge, right?

Fang Tianzhuo felt a sense of pride in his heart, sat up and said, “I’m playing the qin for Zheng’Er.”

He Zheng hurriedly pulled him back: “No, I’ll just’ play’ and sing myself.”

Fang Tianzhuo was surprised: “Can Zheng still play the qin?”

“Of course, I learned it in the juvenile class, but tonight … your majesty is my qin.”

He smiled fresh and beautiful, but Fang Tianzhuo had a bad feeling in his heart.

The next day, before dawn, Fang Tianzhuo went out to practice his sword. Until the sun rose, the sky was bright, and He Zheng got up lazily. He stood up straight with his sword, looked askance, and He Zheng immediately greeted him happily.

Fang Tianzhuo turned his face back and waved his sword into the scabbard. Sweat was on his forehead. He Zheng called to him, “Wash your face, Your Majesty.”

When he finished washing, He Zheng personally came with a towel to wipe his face. Fang Tianzhuo ducked and took the towel, and wiped it himself. He said, “Pack up and get ready to go back to the palace.”