CH 55
The Man Who Married a Tyrant
There should be a detailed introduction about Fang Tianzhuo in the original book, but He Zheng didnât see it. He spent a large part of his thoughts on reading the text on He Zheng, and some of the few strokes where he was mentioned were ignored by him.
Just like Fang Tianzhuoâs exile, he seems to have some impressions. It was on the day when they left the ship that he asked Jiang Fuyang if he was so young, and why he followed them to fight and kill. Fang Tianzhuo mentioned it once, but He Zheng didnât take it to heart at all.
Because he didnât care what reason Fang Tianzhuo became a tyrant, he only remembered that he was violent all the time.
He Zheng chopsticks pointed a grain of rice, and there was a pounding sound of heavy rain in his ear. He didnât know what to say at the moment.
Fang Tianzhuo looked at his white face, clear and transparent, as if he were ignorant of the world. He said, âZhengâer canât even get used to the food in this temple, but he is still whimsical. He wants to leave me and the palace. You know that most people outside the imperial city canât even eat this bowl of brown rice.â
He Zhengâs eyelashes trembled. How could he know? He only knew that in modern times, even the bottom people with a monthly income of two or three thousand can definitely get by in eating and drinking. He knew that there was a big gap between the rich and the poor, and that many children in the mountains were suffering, but he never experienced it personally.
How can he have a sense of reality from just hearing things?
Ever since he came here, his food and drink expenses have been at a normal level, and his meals are meaty. Even if he is not used to being served at first, he will get used to it once he has tasted the sweetness.
Although he felt that it was troublesome for ice to cool off the summer heat, it was just a matter of a word. Only the servants were in trouble, and he didnât need to do it himself.
Even knowing this, He Zheng still heard a bit of ridicule from his words. Whether Fang Tianzhuo intended it or not, He Zheng felt ashamed: âSo what? Even if I cultivate my own land, I still have at least freedom!â
FangTianzhuoâs lips were bent and his eyes were dark. âAre you sure you can still think about your so-called freedom when you donât have enough to eat for three meals?â
âHow do you know I donât have enough to eat? Iâm just not used to it.â He Zheng picked up the chopsticks again, silently picked up the rice, even though it was righteously, but it was awful. No matter how big it was, it was still hard to swallow.
He Zheng finished his meal in one breath, and his face was blue. Fang Tianzhuo handed him a glass of water, and he gulped it down. After a slight breath, he raised his chin and said, âSee, I can live well without you!â
Itâs one thing not to leave, but he doesnât allow Fang Tianzhuo to look down on him, saying that he canât live without him and it wonât be good!
Fang Tianzhuo smiled unchanged: âItâs one thing to eat, but itâs another thing whether you can get this meal or not.â
He Zheng was angry: âYou â¦â
Fang Tianzhuo got up lightly to clean, then sat down on the couch, saying, âIf you had not had a little prince in your belly, you should have gone to a farmerâs house outside the city to learn more.â
He Zheng got up fiercely, put the dishes into the lunch box, waited for them to be sent back to the kitchen, and then sat down. He took a breath and felt humbled because he was looked down upon.
âyes.â He couldnât help saying, âI canât farm. I may not be able to get this meal here, but so what? When I was an immortal, I made a huge sum of money every month by sitting there. What I did was not something that everyone could do, and I didnât really rely on others to raise me. I made my own money, and I remember to buy gifts for my parents and brothers every month. Why do you deny my value? â
Fang Tianzhuo pull quilt, raised eyebrows and looked at his flushed face. He Zhengâs heart was full of stagnation, and Fang Tianzhuoâs words made him feel too uncomfortable, because he knew that Fang Tianzhup was telling the truth. Maybe if he left Fang Tianzhuo his life would really hard, but who knows why he came to this broken place? He was not born here!
He Zhengâs mood came up, and his eyes were hot with anger.
Fang Tianzhuo said this and he missed his parents even more. A place where he couldnât live without a man and wouldnât be belittled for nothing.
He maliciously thought, if he could go back, he would definitely go back. Let this dust return to dust and soil return to soil, and let Fang Tianzhuo continue to be master of the world. He will go back and have a good life.
He wanted to shout out these words at Fang Tianzhuo and show him his confidence, but he couldnât say it.
He knows that Fang Tianzhuo is right, and everything he said is correct. Fang Tianzhuo has his three views and positions. What is wrong is fate, and they shouldnât have met.
As always, Fang Tianzhuo chose to skip the topic: âSleep.â
He Zheng rolled over and lay down, pulled the quilt to his shoulder, and continued to sulk in tears.
For a long time, he heard the man around him sigh. There seemed to be a thousand words in this sigh. Then, his waist was gently hugged.
The manâs warm breath spurted in his ear, and He Zhengâs mood suddenly calmed down strangely. His hand slid down and put it on the hand around his waist, hesitating to open his slender fingers and clasping his fingers.
He closed his eyes, feeling that Fang Tianzhuo also tightened his fingers slightly.
Itâs still raining hard. He doesnât know whether the rain is too loud, or the atmosphere between them is rare and quiet, or whether they are not used to this humble bed. He Zheng has never been sleepy.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door outside. He Zheng wondered. Fang Tianzhuo had got out of bed and opened the door. A man in a waterproof coat stood outside and handed Fang Tianzhuo a lunch box.
He Zheng smelled the fragrance, and immediately stared with round his eyes. He struggled to sit up like a penguin, and couldnât wait to put on his shoes and get out of bed. He felt too unpretentious and asked weakly, âWhat, what?â
He stared at the wooden lunch box like a hamster staring at melon seeds. Fang Tianzhuo took out the food and put it in front of him. He put the lunch box on the ground and said, âEat.â
He Zheng swallowed, âYou, when did you have someone buy it?â
He Zheng doesnât remember who he told.
Fang Tianzhuo didnât answer, but gave a reason: âI canât get used to the food in the temple either.â
The man sat down opposite him and silently picked up chopsticks again. He didnât eat enough just now. Although all the meals sent here are vegetarian dishes, they donât look like meat, but they are fried with fat oil. Seasonings are added enough, which is not as dull as what he just ate. There is also a cucumber egg flower soup and a bowl of white jade-like polished rice, which exudes an attractive fragrance.
He Zheng bowed his head to eat, secretly watched Fang Tianzhuo, chewed the food with his mouth slightly raised, and whispered, âThank you, Xianggong.â
Fang Tianzhuo didnât respond.
He Zheng, satiated with food and drink, washed and followed Fang Tianzhuoâs, twisted his face and looked at him, then quickly withdrew his sight.
It would be nice if Fang Tianzhuo lived in the same era with him. In fact, he is still very nice. If he is not an emperor, he can be with him for a lifetime.
âxianggong.â He Zheng suddenly called him, and Fang Tianzhuo opened his eyes to the roof, but He Zheng had hugged his waist and tugged at him: âLook at me.â
Fang Tianzhuo turned around: â?â
He Zheng was very grateful for his dinner in the evening. With a grateful heart, he said, âIs there anything you want to talk about? I can listen.â
âNothing.â
âHow can there be nothing? I want to know ⦠I want to know more about xianggong. Can you tell me?â
âCan Zhengâer walk?â Fang Tianzhuo looked at him and asked, âYour last wish is to leave me?â
He Zheng paused and shook his head, âNo.â
Fang Tianzhuo held him tight in silence, touching his long hair with his fingers. He didnât wait until he volunteered to tell himself the third wish, and his eyes sank a little. He lowered his voice and restrained himself, âNo matter where you go, I will find you.â
He Zhengâs ears were numb. He subconsciously covered them and whispered, âWho said it was my wish?â
Fang Tianzhuo closed his eyes and finally spoke, âI was framed and exiled by the former queen.â
He Zheng waited patiently for him to go on, but Fang Tianzhuo was silent again. He Zheng lifted his face to look at him, breathing. Fang Tianzhuo touched his lips before saying, âThose who bullied me have all died at my hands. I gouged out his eyes when the bad king was blinded by others. The queen motherâs godson was misdirected and ignored me, so I choked her throat. The former queen abused me, and ordered the fourth prince to bully me. I drugged my fourth brother, and made her gouge her eyes, cut her nose, pull out her tongue, and gouge out her heart by her own son ⦠â
When he said this, his tone was extremely calm, only a pair of eyes stared at him unblinkingly. He Zhengâs heart grew cold, but it was not just pure fear, but also mixed with some complicated emotions. He suddenly hugged Fang Tianzhuo hard and said, âItâs hard work.â
Fang Tianzhuoâs eyes flash.
It was the past that Fang Tianzhuo didnât like, so he only chose what he liked, but He Zheng knew that Fang Tianzhuo remembered the people who were kind to him, just like the current Empress Dowager, the former concubine, the only elder who had protected him.
He can be cruel or gentle.
Fang Tianzhuo bowed his head, smelled the intoxicating fragrance of his body, and whispered, âwhat I want, I will get it. This world and so is Zhengâer.â
He is declaring sovereignty.
He Zheng paused for a moment. His ear was suddenly touched by something wet, and his heart was shocked: âYour Majesty, um â¦â
Fang Tianzhuo kissed him on the lips.
The rainstorm didnât stop until early in the morning, and He Zheng was exhausted. He slept till dawn. When he woke up, the kitchen had already brought hot water, which was prepared by the servants brought by Fang Tianzhuo.
He Zheng rubbed his eyes, cleaned himself, put on a new dress, and walked out the door. Fang Tianzhuo just finished practicing his sword and penetrated it into his sheath.
He knew he got up a little early.
Fang Tianzhuo looked at him: âWhen will you return to the palace?â
He Zheng still didnât want to go back. He asked, âWhen can we come out again?â
Fang Tianzhuo came over, took the towel handed by the servant and wiped his hands. âThat depends on whether Zhengâer is good or not,â he said lightly.
Itâs not a matter of being naughty. He Zheng is very unhappy with his words. Fang Tianzhuo puts his hand on his cheek, combs his long hair with his fingers, and asks, âWhy arenât you wearing it up?â
âI canât do it.â He Zheng took out his hair clip and said in frustration, âI canât hold it.â
They didnât bring a maid this time, and few of the guards could get their hair done. He Zhengâs arm got sore after a few slaps, so he had no choice but to give up. He didnât think there was anything wrong with wearing his hair down, but it certainly looked different to Fang Tianzhuo. The man frowned slightly. âWhat do you know?â
âYou â¦â He Zheng was angered by him early in the morning: âYour Majesty doesnât know what I can do. Didnât you feel comfortable yesterday?â â
The rear servant immediately bowed his head, but Fang Tianzhuo didnât expect him to speak. His face changed. He Zhengâs timid head was suddenly picked up by a man, and He Zheng swallowed his saliva: âXianggong, Xianggong, I, I said something wrong. Sorry, sorry!â
Fang Tianzhuo put him on the chair with a cold face, took the comb to comb his hair, and He Zheng shrank his neck, fearing that he would rip his scalp off at once.
Fang Tianzhuo took part of his hair, tied it in a knot, fixed it with a hair clasp, then sat opposite him and stared at him coldly. After a while, he said, âDonât talk to me like that in front of people.â
He Zhengâs cleverly nods, there is no mirror here, and he doesnât know what Fang Tianzhuo had done to his hair, but the other partyâs action is very light, and he doesnât feel that his scalp has been torn until itâs done.
Aware of his thoughtfulness, He Zheng wanted to be considerate, and just wanted to say that he would not go back to the palace. Suddenly, he saw a familiar man from the opposite room through the window.
Recognizing who it was, his heart suddenly throbbed, turned his face to peep at Fang Tianzhuo, and said tentatively, âActually, I want to stay another two days. If your Majesty is busy, go back first?â
Fang Tianzhuoâs face turned cold again: âI didnât hear you clearly. Say it again.â
He Zheng didnât dare. He held Fang Tianzhuoâs hand hesitantly. âWhy donât I let my brother meet you?â