CH 64.2

He Zheng immediately followed him. Seeing that he was about to grab the hem of his clothes, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly used his lightness kung fu and swept away from a distance: “I will wait for you in front.”

An elegant figure with an indifferent tone, it happened that He Zheng interpreted it as someone being defeated and fleeing.

On the way back, He Zheng looked at the little girl like a rascal, looked at him and smiled. Fang Tianzhuo frowned, displeased: “Why do you keep staring at me?”

“I am a sunny flower. You are my sun, and staring at you is the only way for me to maintain my life.”

He Zheng’s tongue was shining like a lotus flower, while Fang Tianzhuo remained silent, but his heart was so soft.

Halfway through the trip, He Zheng added, “Your Majesty, your Majesty, I’m tired.”

“Lie down and sleep.”

“I won’t sleep until your majesty holds me.”

“…” Fang Tianzhuo looked at his nose and heart and drove away. The horse moved a little away from him, and He Zheng was embarrassed to yell loudly, so he snorted dissatisfiedly and retracted his head.

Fang Tianzhuo’s work is unambiguous, but he loses miserably as soon as he gets to his mouth, but He Zheng is also happy. After quarrelling, he is definitely not his opponent.

When he arrived at the hall door, He Zheng had already stared at him in a daze, but Fang Tianzhuo woke up as soon as he hugged him and immediately put his arms around his neck: “What are you doing? Why don’t you just sing a song to you? How can you have the heart to ignore your love? What would you do if I felt sad?”

Is that a song? That’s flirting, and no one is allowed to move. Fang Tianzhuo continued to say nothing. He Zheng rubbed his eyes and said in a muffled voice, “You’ve already done it. Why are you still afraid to say it? Dare to do it or not.”

What kind of words are these? Fang Tianzhuo said in a low voice: “Shut up.”

He Zheng felt happy with his suggestion: “You can shut me up with a kiss.”

Fang Tianzhuo looked down at him, put him on the bed, and then kissed him on the lips. He Zheng smiled contentedly and suddenly found something was wrong with him. He opened his mouth and was horrified to find himself speechless!

Fang Tianzhuo said, “The acupoints will be naturally undone in an hour. Lie down and sleep.”

He Zheng: “? ? ？”

Is that how you treat the person in your heart?

Fang Tianzhuo read this from his wronged expression, and the anger that had been suppressed all night suddenly dissipated. He laughed aloud and touched He Zheng’s soft hair, saying, “When Zheng’Erl doesn’t talk, it hurts me the most.”

He Zheng shook his head hard and hugged his neck, kissing and rubbing. Because he couldn’t talk, he became more and more like a pettish puppy with his master’s trouser legs. Fang Tianzhuo couldn’t help laughing, and he was so soft-hearted that he couldn’t wait to rub people with him.

After He Zheng finally speaks, he looks at Fang Tianzhuo’s smiling eyes. First, he pours a sigh of relief, then bumps into it and smashes it on Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes.

Fang Tianzhuo’s smile was instantly wiped away. He touched his eyes, He Zheng had already rolled up the quilt, covered his head and rolled… rolled, but didn’t roll over, so he clumsily moved himself to the innermost place.

Fang Tianzhuo also sighed relief. He is more mature, and he doesn’t care about any villain. He could only leave with some unhappiness.

He Zheng pulled open the quilt and looked at him going away. He rubbed his face on the quilt and was happy again.

He decided to teach Fang Tianzhuo to know his world.

He found someone to take a pen and began to draw. First, he drew Iron Man, then painted it, and then he drew TV sets, airplanes, motor vehicles, electric cars, game consoles and other common scientific and technological products. Then he told him that these are all magic weapons developed by their gods, and what characteristics they have respectively.

He feels like a teacher in kindergarten, teaching children to look at pictures and talk. Every time he thinks of this, he takes out another piece of paper that has not been finished, carefully draws a man’s face, and watches his face come to life gradually, looking at it stupidly and laughing stupidly.

Fang Tianzhuo was very curious about the magic weapon of transportation and asked him how it was made. He Zheng said it was made of steel, and Fang Tianzhuo asked him how it was started.

He Zheng told him it was started by fuel, and Fang Tianzhuo began asking him about its internal structure. He Zheng drew many squares for him and told him, “The driver is driving here, and there are seats behind it, some are buses, and some are private cars …”

Fang Tianzhuo asked again, “What are the main accessories?”

He Zheng said, “Four wheels and a frame.”

Fang Tianzhuo squinted. “What are there inside?”

He Zheng didn’t learn to repair cars. He couldn’t explain clearly and lied: “What, there is a fairy ball inside, which is mainly driven by fairy gas.”

Fang Tianzhuo knew he was at his wit’s end and stopped asking.

It was Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye, and the palace began to get busy again. He Zheng was reminded and counted his fingers, only to find that he had been here for half a year. Recently, his body has become heavier and heavier, and the little prince is lively and active, kicking him five or six times every hour on average. He Zheng was tortured quite painfully.

Even though he used to be a game house, he was never panting and sweating before he walked fifty paces, but now he can hardly move, but he is afraid of dystocia, and he has to do activities every morning, noon and evening.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Tianzhuo invited his people to have dinner together and sat in a full room. He Zheng hadn’t held the empress ceremony yet, so he could only sit on the seat to his left.

There are too many people here, so he can only try not to embarrass Fang Tianzhuo with a gesture, but this meal has been eaten for too long. He worries about having a reunion dinner with his brother later, so he can only watch Fang Tianzhuo frequently and pray that he will leave early.

Fang Tianzhuo finally got his mood, and He Zheng got up quickly: “I’m not feeling well. I want to go back and rest first.”

Fang Tianzhuo has now learned to be considerate. He Zheng was lifted and left, and immediately went straight to Pize’s small kitchen. When he saw the familiar people, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: “Brother.”

The man turned his face, his eyes were dark, and he couldn’t see the depth. But it was too dark for He Zheng to notice. He sat opposite He Wenchu and asked, “Did Mom and Dad eat mooncakes today?”

The other party is silent.

He Zheng looked up in hindsight. “You, you are not my brother.”

“hmm.”

He Zheng reflexively touched his neck, blocked the moon cake with his sleeve, spat it out, and picked up the cup to wash his mouth.

The other side calmly watched him finish all this before saying, “He just left, and the moon cake was made by my hand without poison.”

He Zheng didn’t dare to eat it. When he came, he specially ordered the servants to wait outside. There was only him and the killer brother, and the brother was away. He suddenly felt that the weather was very cold and he was shivering with cold.

Brother Killer said, “He entrusted me to watch the moon with you as your brother today. You can do whatever you want.”

He Zheng’s eyes looked at both sides, always feeling that something was waiting for an opportunity in the dark, and he would take his head from his neck at any time. He swallowed his saliva: “I want to go back to sleep.”

“No.”

Didn’t he say he can do whatever he wants?

“look up.”

He Zheng didn’t dare to disobey at all. He looked up and covered his throat with an uneasy look:

“What are you doing?”

“Look at the moon.”

“…” He Zheng stared at the moon, raised his head for too long and began to grieve, but he didn’t dare to bow his head or blink. Brother Killer glanced at him and said, “I won’t kill the baby, so you don’t have to be nervous.”

“Are you still working for Fang Tianhua?”

“Fang Tianzhuo secretly killed 400 dead people to protect your safety. Fang Tianhua can’t even get within a hundred feet of you. You are still worried about this. It seems that you don’t believe him.”

He Zheng reflexively looked around and stared round his eyes: “Four hundred hundred?”

Brother Killer said coldly, “It’s me.”

He Zheng: “!”

Courageous, He Zheng’s eyes gradually lit up, and he puffed up his chest on the stool like a migrant worker who turned over. His originally cowardly eyes were even tinged with a bit of contempt.