CH 63.2

It was rare that there was something that Nanmen Liang didn’t know about. He Zheng grabbed a few grapes from the fruit plate and chased after him, “Your Majesty, Your Majesty, where are you going? Wait for me.”

Fang Tianzhuo stopped, and He Zheng ran up to him, panting. His eyes glowed, and his cheeks were flushed: “Here, I’ll give you grapes.”

Two snow-white palms were spread out in front of him, and a few purple-red grapes were placed in one hand, which were round and plump, soaked in cool air, and looked quite delicious.

“Zheng’Er, go back and eat by yourself. It’s hot outside. Don’t get sunburned.”

He Zheng withdrew his hand and said, “Then where are you going?”

“I’m going out for a walk.” He Zheng turned his face when he heard the sound of hoofbeats and saw someone bringing his royal BMW over. He said weakly, “I want to go out too.”

Fang Tianzhuo stared at him and said, “You are inconvenient.”

He Zheng held the grape and looked down at his stomach but didn’t speak any more.

Fang Tianzhuo got on the horse and looked down at him. He Zheng lowered his head. His slender eyelashes blocked the thoughts in his eyes. Fang Tianzhuo turned his face away and rode away.

The sound of horseshoes went away. He Zheng turned around and walked back silently but suddenly threw all the grapes out with a wave of his hand, he bit his slightly trembling lips, and tears fell.

“Empress, be careful.” Nan Jing supported him and said gently, “Your Majesty is in a bad mood, just go out and relax. Don’t think about it.”

“Who is thinking about it?!” He Zheng choked up and said angrily: “He ran away on horseback in a bad mood. What about me? I have to say hello to him when I leave the palace, and he can bring me back anytime if he is upset He can come and go as soon as he calls me, and he can take a casual trip when he is angry. How amazing he is!”

“Empress…”

“A ghost can be his queen. When I was a fairy, I could do whatever I wanted. I understand he accommodates me, but I want to go out with him. He said I was inconvenient. Isn’t there a way? He’s out of his mind and gone. Is he a pig? It’s hot, and he’s afraid of sunburning me. Why isn’t he afraid of sunburning himself? He’s more delicate than me. At least I don’t need to be waited on for food and clothes!”

Nan Jing glanced back: “Stop talking.”

“I’m going to say I’m wronged, and I can’t say it anymore? I won’t learn from him. If I hold back when I have something to say, I’m afraid I will suffocate myself to death!”

“Your Majesty is looking at you…” Nan Jing lowered his head, trembling, with a complicated expression.

He Zheng was stunned for a second, and when he turned his face, he saw Fang Tianzhuo standing expressionlessly behind him, his watery eyes rolled uncomfortably, and then he looked down at his stomach.

Fang Tianzhuo walked towards him, and Nan Jing immediately knelt: “The empress is emotionally unstable during pregnancy, Your Majesty, please forgive his crimes.”

He Zheng pursed his lips and looked over stubbornly: “Forgive me for what crime? What crime did I commit when I was angry?”

Nan Jing pulled the corner of his clothes. Fang Tianzhuo frowned and said, “I’m going to swim in the lake.”

“You still swim in the lake.” He Zheng glanced at the sky and said, “Why aren’t you afraid that the sun will evaporate you?”

The sound of horseshoes and cartwheels came together, He Zheng looked over suspiciously, and his body suddenly flew into the air. Fang Tianzhuo carried him to the carriage, looked up at him, and said, “Take the empress with you.”

He Zheng paused, turned his face and climbed into the carriage, and said domineeringly: “The carriage is too small. I want to sit alone!”

Fang Tianzhuo is used to him being obedient when he is happy and finding fault everywhere when he is unhappy. He was riding on a horse, and someone brought a box of ice cubes to the carriage. He Zheng stretched out his hand to play, feeling a little happy in his heart.

In this kind of weather, it is much cooler in the mountains. He Zheng entered the mountain and opened the curtain to look at the man on the horse. Fang Tianzhuo turned his head as if feeling something, and He Zheng immediately shrank back. After a while, he peeked again but found that Fang Tianzhuo was gone. He was in a daze when a voice suddenly came from beside him:

“Are you looking for me?”

It turned out that he came running side by side with the carriage.

He Zheng shrank back again, and after a while, he opened the curtains of the carriage to see Fang Tianzhuo was still following.

“You left. Why did you come back to pick me up?”

“I saw you cry.”

He Zheng pursed his lips, pulled the curtain, and opened his mouth to say something. Fang Tianzhuo suddenly pressed his head with one hand and pushed him in: “It’s very dangerous.”

He Zheng withdrew his head and paused momentarily when his hands suddenly stretched out from the carriage. Fang Tianzhuo had to hold the rein in one hand and free the other. He pushed He Zheng’s hand back into the carriage and held it, saying: “No, you can’t stretch your hands outside.”

Their hands rested on the carriage window, and He Zheng held them silently. He picked up an ice cube and wrote in his palm maliciously. The ice melted on his hand. He Zheng asked, “Guess what I wrote?”

Fang Tianzhuo couldn’t guess.

He Zheng’s handwriting has always been short and horizontal, and every time he accuses the other party, he justifies himself: “We gods write like this!”

“What did you write?”

“Why are you angry with me?”

He Zheng’s words made Fang Tianzhuo’s heart condense again: “I am not angry with you.”

He Zheng wondered why it was so difficult for Fang Tianzhuo to confess, “I can feel that you are angry with me. If you don’t tell me, I won’t like you anymore.”

Fang Tianzhuo thought he couldn’t get in the way every time he had dinner with He Chu, so he was silent for a long time before slowly saying: “I want to know Zheng’Rr.”

He Zheng’s face reappeared from the window with an unbelievable expression. What was going on in Fang Tianzhuo’s mind? How could there be information about him in those miscellaneous novels?

Fang Tianzhuo pushed his face back, frowning with a bit of dullness and frustration:

“But in my world, there is no Iron Man.”

He has searched through thousands of collections of wild history stories, but he can’t find anything that coincides with Zheng’Er’s preferences.

He had to admit that they were really people from two worlds.