The Man Who Married a Tyrant

He Zheng was taught by Fang Tianzhuo with his hands over his. He subconsciously went to see his handsome face softened by his good mood. The side face was close at hand, which was very pleasing to the eye.

He couldn’t help kissing Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes and said, “You just looked like my dream lover.”

Fang Tianzhuo was unhappy for a second: “Dream lover?”

He Zheng said solemnly, “I often dream that there is a person who looks exactly like you. In my dreams, he cares for me in every way, is gentle and tolerant, knows what I like and don’t like, and is willing to negotiate with me in everything, treating my brother as my brother and my parents as my parents … Why are you looking at me like this?”

Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes changed from displeasure to doubt, and then to laughter. He gently bumped his forehead and said firmly, “I am Zheng’Er’s dream lover.”

He Zheng rolled his eyes: “You are not even ashamed.”

“The dream was made by Zheng’Er and the words were said by Zheng’Er. Why should I be ashamed?”

“You are so anxious to be my dream lover, and you don’t see if I’m right or not.”

Fang Tianzhuo’s thoughtful look seemed a bit silly to He Zheng. He suddenly laughed, put his hand around Fang Tianzhuo’s neck, and said softly, “Don’t think about it, I’m talking about you, I know, you will definitely become what I like, and I’ll like you more and more.”

The benefits of Fang Tianzhuo’s good mood are obvious. At least he won’t suddenly lose his temper, making everyone feel afraid. He won’t drag people out and cut them down because of a little thing, challenging He Zheng’s completely different three views. Although he sometimes makes He Zheng angry when he speaks, He Zheng also knows that the three views between two people can’t be adjusted in a short time and he is willing to let him be a little bit.

What makes He Zheng happy is that Fang Tianzhuo, no matter how busy he is, will remember his hard work during pregnancy, come and personally help him to put him to sleep by massaging his legs, and then return to the front hall for the memorial.

Palace lanterns hung high, and Nanmen Liang stood at the door and looked at the Emperor who had just finished massaging his legs and was carefully tucking the quilt. He felt that this man was not the one he knew, at least not in front of the empress. He is considerate, in stark contrast to the man who was decisive and cold and cruel at the court.

To be honest, he really couldn’t see what there was to like about Empress He. He always thought that if Fang Tianzhuo didn’t have three wives and four concubines, he would have chosen someone as upright and capable as him as his lifelong partner, but He Zheng obviously wasn’t.

A man like him should be one of the three thousand in the harem, and he doesn’t deserve your majesty’s exclusive favor.

The only thing special about him is probably the exuberant vitality on his body, which is as tenacious as a weed. When he steps on it with one foot, he falls down, but when that foot leaves, he can stand up tremblingly again.

There are too many people who can survive in the cracks. Why does your majesty have a crush on such an idiot?

Thinking about it, Nanmen Liang thought it was probably because he was good-looking and hard to find in the world.

Fang Tianzhuo sat for a moment, waiting for his lover to breathe smoothly, and slowly leaned over and kissed the slightly open lips.

He left the bed, and Nanmen Liang immediately followed. He turned on the light in front of the table first and then knelt down respectfully to grind ink.

“It’s cold these days, so let Shang Yifang make more sets of warm clothes and send them as soon as possible.”

“It will be done in these two days, but how many sets should I make for the empress?”

“hmm.” Fang Tianzhuo suddenly thought of something: “The white mink I hunted last year, go and find it tomorrow and see if you can make a cloak for the queen.”

“I understand.”

“Let’s put the floor heating in advance. He’s complaining about the cold today.”

“I wrote it down.”

The weather here is colder than modern times, and it is much colder. When He Zheng woke up early in the morning, Fang Tianzhuo was not around as usual. He curled up in a quilt and suddenly realized that it seemed warmer today than yesterday. He tentatively pulled open the bed and leaned out of his head, then he found that the small steps in front of the bed were covered with a thick tiger carpet. His feet slowly stepped on it. This fur was obviously processed, and it felt soft and hot on his feet.

He Zheng immediately looked out at the withered and yellow leaves: “Why does it seem to be warm today?”

Shun Yi immediately smiled and said, “Your Majesty ordered the floor heating to be arranged in the middle of the night. This old hall of mental cultivation won’t be cold until late November.”

He Zheng held back the rising corners of his mouth and said, “Really?”

“Who doesn’t know our Majesty loves the empress.” When Nan Jing came in, she held several sets of clothes sent to him, shook them off and examined them carefully. He said, “Your Majesty is worried that you will be bored in the house all day, so he is eager to make thick clothes quickly. He hopes you can go out more.”

Where would he go in the winter?

He Zheng was too cold to show his head, and he was not willing to give up a room with floor heating when the clothes came.

The imperial doctor began to check a pulse at a fixed time, this day gives the expected date of delivery, about half a month later, He Zheng counted the days, touching his stomach, suddenly worried.

A question recurred in his mind: Will I die in childbirth?

Even if he knows it’s a bad idea, he can’t control the idea at all. Will he go back if he dies? Or go to the next world? He doesn’t know?

That night, Fang Tianzhuo was very busy and went to bed early to sleep with him. In the middle of the night, He Zheng suddenly started talking. Fang Tianzhuo opened his eyes and saw him curled up, sweating profusely, clutching his clothes with one hand, and immediately reached out and patted him: “Zheng Er?”

He Zheng was called several times before he suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were dilated, his eyes were red and he was panting. Obviously, he was having a nightmare.

Fang Tianzhuo held him in his arms and stroked his back with his palm. When he calmed down slowly, he asked, “Did you have a nightmare?”

The tears in He Zheng’s eyes fell, and he shrank into Fang Tianzhuo’s arms. It took him a long time to say, “I may die.”

Fang Tianzhuo’s heart shrank slightly because of his words, and he said, “Nonsense.”