The Man Who Married a Tyrant

It’s midnight, and people are easily emotional. He Zheng’s tears can’t help falling, and he feels a man’s lips fall on his face and kiss him.

Fang Tianzhuo moved gently, and the tears were salty and bitter, which made people feel bitter. He Zheng choked: “I am afraid of pain and death. I want to live, and I want to accompany your majesty forever.”

“Zheng’Er, Zheng’Er? Look at me. ” He was trapped in a nightmare and couldn’t struggle out. Fang Tianzhuo had to hold his face and said, “You will be fine. I will protect you and won’t let anyone take you away, okay?”

Perhaps it was his words that gave He Zheng a short sense of security. He Zheng nodded and fell asleep again.

He Zheng began to become very anxious, and the origami crane could not calm him down. The days seemed like a countdown to life. He ordered people to find a lot of books and inquire about some labor cases. When he met something bad, he couldn’t help himself. When he met something good, he thought that he was a man after all, and he was definitely different from a woman.

The doctor’s daily diagnosis revealed that he was under too much pressure and was in a bad mood, and informed Fang Tianzhuo about it. “Seeing that he is about to give birth, the empress’s mood is not good for childbirth.”

Fang Tianzhuo spare more time to accompany him, but He Zheng would become very wronged as soon as he saw him, and tears could not stop falling. Fang Tianzhuo went out stiffly, looked at it later, and he was calm again. He tentatively walked in, and He Zheng burst into tears at the sight of him.

Fang Tianzhuo: “…”

He was at a loss and hesitated to leave, only to see He Zheng open his hands voluntarily: “Hug.”

Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes softened, and he hugged his waist. He bowed his head and stroked He Zheng’s head. Suddenly he hit his back. He suspected that He Zheng didn’t mean it, but then he pinched his waist. Fang Tianzhuo frowned and grabbed his hand: “Zheng’Er …”

He Zheng was pushed away by him, and the tears seemed to drop. Fang Tianzhuo sat down and wiped his face: “Are you angry with me?”

More than angry, He Zheng bit his heart to death at the moment. All the fears in his life were brought to him by Fang Tianzhuo. In one year, it seems that he has experienced all his life’s trepidation, and now he has to experience the most terrible thing.

He thought he was big enough to have a baby, so he shouldn’t care, but as labor day approached, he found that he could not accept this fact more and more.

He is afraid of pain and death, and he is oppressed and wronged in his heart, but he can’t vent it. There is only one way to relieve it. He Zheng can only cry.

He suddenly grabbed Fang Tianzhuo’s hand and bit it down. The pain made Fang Tianzhuo pinch his cheek reflexively, “What are you doing?”

He Zheng continued to shed tears and sobbed at him, sobbing as if Fang Tianzhuo had taken away his best toy and beat him up.

Fang Tianzhuo paused, put his arm around him, put his hand to his mouth again, and whispered, “Are you happy to bite me? Huh? ”

He Zheng bit hard, and Fang Tianzhuo’s hand suddenly saw blood. The veins stood out on his forehead jumped straight, and his face looked pale. He Zheng suddenly felt a little guilty, gently licked the blood on it, and then threw away his hand. He Zheng jumped on his chest and sniffed.

His style is pitiful, hateful and somewhat ridiculous. Fang Tianzhuo took his injured hand and handed it to his face: “Stop biting?”

He Zheng wiped his tears with his hand and disliked: “My teeth are broken.”

Fang Tianzhuo couldn’t help laughing: “Go out for a walk?”

“Don’t go.” He refused, grabbed Fang Tianzhuo’s clothes unwillingly, and said in a muffled voice, “Unless your majesty hugs me.”

Fang Tianzhuo ordered someone to wrap him in a cloak and pick him up with both hands. “I’ll take Zheng’Er to the imperial garden.”

He Zheng buried his face in his arms, and the grievances and pains in his heart were slightly cured.

It’s windy outside, but Fang Tianzhuo hugged him and completely cut off the wind. When this man is not fierce, he can really give people an unparalleled sense of security.

He Zheng was carried to the pavilion in the imperial garden and put down. This small pavilion is a good place to enjoy the cool air in summer. It should be cold today, bamboo curtains have been hung around it to block the wind, and a stove is burned in the pavilion, but it is very warm.

He sat down on the soft bed, took another look at Fang Tianzhuo. He still loved and hated him, so he kicked at the stove and was caught by Fang Tianzhuo: “Be careful of the fire. Burns are difficult to cure.”

He Zheng drew back his feet in fear, looked down at the stove, and his tears fell silently. Fang Tianzhuo sat beside him and sighed: “If Zheng’Er has something on his mind, you might as well talk to me.”

“I don’t want to give birth.” He Zheng held back for a while, like a child throwing a tantrum, saying useless words: “I want to get rid of him!”