The Man Who Married a Tyrant

Fang Tianzhuo stood up with one hand on the ground. He never dreamed that He Zheng could be so cruel. His face was more surprised than angry. He couldn’t believe it. “Are you crazy?” ！”

He Zheng was lying sideways on the bed, and his discerning eyes looked at him with anger and fear. Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes were filled with anger: “Somebody, send the empress back to the Pize Hall.”

He Zheng looked at the figure he kicked, sat up with difficulty, waved off the hand held by a servant, and said, “I belong to your majesty, and you dare to touch me.”

He stepped out, stared at the man sitting at the table with red eyes for a while, and then turned his head and strode away.

Although Pize Hall has been unoccupied for a long time, someone has been cleaning it. He Zheng lay back in his bed and took a deep breath thinking about the 400 patron saints.

He touched his belly and hated himself for refusing his brother’s proposal to leave Fang Tianzhuo. Such a man simply doesn’t deserve to fall in love. He just needs to sit in that position all his life, so that everyone can be respectful and afraid. Fart love.

In the hall of mental cultivation, Nanmen Liang quietly looks up. His Majesty at the table has been sitting with a pen since he got off the court, but he hasn’t approved a word yet. Every night these days, he has to go to Pize Hall for a walk. Nanmen Liang dare not say whether he regrets driving He Shanshou away. He just thinks that the weight of He Shanshou in your majesty’s heart is somewhat unexpected.

He wanted to persuade Fang Tianzhuo to go out for a walk, but he didn’t know how to speak. After a moment’s meditation, he suddenly said, “Your Majesty, I heard that the osmanthus in the imperial garden is in bloom and smells amazing. Shall we go and have a look?”

Fang Tianzhuo paused, put down the pen, take the lead in the front.

The imperial garden was full of fragrance. It was late autumn, and there was a faint cool breeze in the air, which was very pleasant. Fang Tianzhuo couldn’t help walking along the path in the direction of Pize Hall, but suddenly he stopped slightly.

Across a rockery, there was a voice of a maid talking while walking: “I heard that after the empress was driven back to the Pize Hall, he kept the palace door closed. I’m afraid he was being grounded by your majesty.”

“I have long felt that he can’t sit in that position for long. Your majesty’s is a favored son of heaven, even if he is confused for a while, he will never be confused for a lifetime.”

“I heard that it’s because he had a private meeting with someone in Pize hall.”

The palace maid at the back gasped: “He Shanshou is too arrogant!” ”

” Maybe she will become the fastest queen to be deposed, shhh, don’t tell others.”

The palace maid gossiped out of the rockery and went on, never seeing Fang Tianzhuo here. The latter slightly narrowed his eyes, and Nanmen Liang immediately shouted loudly: “Stop, you two!”

“Nanmen Liang.” When the two maids saw the man behind him, they immediately fell to their knees: “The servants greet your majesty!”

The black boots approached slowly, and the golden dragon on the robe was lifelike. The voice was cold and deep: “It is not up to you to decide whether I would discard the empress.”

The two palace maids almost wet themselves.

In the first half of this month, which was separated from Fang Tianzhuo, He Zheng ate well and slept well. From time to time, he painted and learned to scold Fang Tianzhuo, and his life was leisurely which was quite happy. But on this day, Shunyi rushed in and suddenly broke the peace: “Empress, Empress, I heard that your majesty is going to cut all the mouths in the palace.”

He Zheng gnawed at the sesame seed cake made in the imperial kitchen and wondered, “What to cut?”

Of course it was head beheading. It was said that when Fang Tianzhuo was looking at the garden for fun, he heard a few little palace maids talking about his abolition. He was alert and clear-eyed, and immediately arrested people and asked where they got the news.

The palace maids immediately bit others, one by one, and soon bit out hundreds of gossiping maids. Now they have all arrived at one place. He wants to pull them out one by one and watch the punishment in person.

He Zheng was amazed: “Now?”

“Everyone is in the Criminal Justice Department now, look at this…”

He Zheng lost the sesame seed cake, frowned and stood up, saying, “Prepare the sedan chair.”

He Zheng was dizzy when he was sitting in the sedan chair. When he finally got to the place, he heard a noisy cry. He slowed his dizzy brain and stepped out.
At a glance, he saw the man sitting above, and the servant stood behind him with a yellow umbrella cover. He was sitting lazily playing, as if the bellow for mercy below was just cicadas in the summer, which had nothing to do with him.

On the lower floor, the imperial guards surrounded hundreds of maids and eunuchs who were frightened and huddled together. There were several maids who were struggling to move around, as if they wanted to escape and were stabbed. There were other imperial guards who kept shouting and walked this way and then pushed them forward. They were like chickens expelled into the hunting ground, waiting to be killed one by one.

He Zheng didn’t know who saw him first, but suddenly someone shouted, “Empress! Empress, help! ！”

“Quiet!”

The air fell into silence. He Zheng took a breath and walked up slowly. When he knelt down and was about to kneel, he heard him say, “Don’t kneel.” He Zheng raised his head and looked at him.

He reached out to him.

He Zheng pursed his lips, stepped forward, and put his hand in his hand. Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes were gentle: “Why is Zheng’Er here?”

“I heard that you want to behead someone.”

Fang Tianzhuo paused, and explained: “This group of slaves talk about the affairs of the court, they really deserve to die.”

The talk about abolishing empress is indeed the affairs of the court. This group of people is too daring. He Zheng lowered his head and gently clenched his fingers, ” Can you not kill them? It’s enough to beat them a few times with the board and teach them a lesson.”

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him for a while, and said with a smile: “My empress is really a Bodhisattva.”

He Zheng looked at him anxiously, if he had known that his anger with Fang Tianzhuo would involve so many people, he would have endured it. Thinking about it this way, he felt so wrong again. Why did he give in first every time: “Is it okay?”

Seeing his moist eyes, Fang Tianzhuo immediately stood up, stretched out his hand to caress his cheek, and said, “Do it all according to the empress!”