The Man Who Married a Tyrant

“It’s full-term, how can you take it off?” Fang Tianzhuo told the truth.

Obviously, he just hugged him, but He Zheng suddenly felt that he didn’t care about him at all. He was annoyed: “You might as well cut me open, at least I can live with him.”

Fang Tianzhuo’s tone is calm: “I have the best hospital, and you will be fine.”

He Zheng is tired of his look that everything is under control: “Why do you think I will be fine?”

“If I say no, I won’t.” Fang Tianzhuo looked over and looked serious: “Relax, don’t bother yourself.”

“What do you mean, I’m asking for trouble? My trouble is obviously brought to me by you!”

Fang Tian burned his lips and sighed for a moment: “You are so kind, how can you open branches and leaves for me in the future?”

He Zheng opened his wet eyes: “You, how many more do you want?”

“It is best to have nine sons.” Party day burning, the next prospect has not yet been exported, He Zheng suddenly got up from the couch and stepped out.

He never imagined that Fang Tianzhuo had seen him from morning sickness to edema, and then to a nightmare like today, and he had never let go of the idea of having nine children.

In other words, even if he can give birth to eight children alive, he may die when he gives birth to the ninth. He doesn’t understand Fang Tianzhuo’s obsession, and he can’t understand it. It’s just that his heart is suddenly stretched out and swollen because of this little unhappiness.

He opened the curtain, and the cold wind blew, and his body was immediately pulled back by Fang Tianzhuo, and his cloak wrapped him again. “Be careful not to catch cold.”

He Zheng pushed him away and patiently said, “Please don’t appear in front of me for a while, I want to go out for a walk by myself.”

He went out wrapped in a cloak, and the cold wind gradually solidified his emotions. He walked for a while, feeling broken in his heart. He hoped that he could die in this production and let Fang Tianzhuo regret it for a lifetime.

Can think of the ending, he is not willing to, plus past lives, he is only in his twenties, and he has not lived enough.

Wait for a while walked for a while, and suddenly he noticed that the imperial secretary was coming and going, which seemed much busier than usual: “What’s the big event in the palace recently?”

Shun Yi hurried to answer: “The first day of the twelfth lunar month is your majesty’s birthday. At that time, you will worship your ancestors and pray for hundreds of officials. Your majesty will take this auspicious day to pray for the people, and the provinces will also set up altars to ask your majesty to live forever.”

For such big ostentation and extravagance, Fang Tianzhuo is also the son of heaven. According to superstition, some lives are not big enough, but they should not die.

He Zheng said, “I haven’t heard him say that.”

“Such a big event should have been known to everyone.”

He Zheng twisted his face and looked at the pavilion. The man was still standing there, too far away. He couldn’t see Fang Tianzhuo’s expression clearly, only knowing he should be looking at him.

He Zheng turned away and walked on, saying, “I couldn’t sleep all night these days, but he was very proud of the spring breeze.”

Nan Jing looked at Shun Yi in the same way. The latter said, “I don’t know if I should say something.”

“Say what you like. I won’t punish you.”

Nan Jing also knew that this empress was different from other concubines and didn’t blame them for things they said. She said, “Although your majesty didn’t say anything, all the servant could see was that he was worried about you, otherwise, he wouldn’t give you everything, right?”

“If he is worried about me, how can he say he wants to have nine children?”

“Your majesty is the real dragon son of heaven, and you have the whole world. Naturally, he wants to have a lot of children. Besides, he only said that you should give birth. On the other hand, wouldn’t it be a double person with the queen for life? If your majesty really just wants more dragons, how can he abandon so many concubines and have only children with you? Isn’t it? ”

He Zheng looked at her sideways: “You are loyal to him.”

Nan Jing lowered her head. “Did the servant say something wrong?”

He Zheng didn’t speak again.

In fact, he understands what Nan Jing said. Fang Tianzhuo said that he would give birth to nine dragons with him. In a sense, he was indeed faithful to him, but in his view, he is special because he is not a woman. Once another man who can give birth appears, he can be easily replaced.

Sometimes he feels that Fang Tianzhuo loves him. After all, he is still alive and well after several times of running amok, but sometimes he feels that Fang Tianzhuo doesn’t care about his life or death. He clearly knows he doesn’t want to give birth, but he still insists on it, even now.

This made him feel that all his concessions were just because he could have children for him.

He Wenchu came here very little recently. Fang Tianzhuo was worried that He Zheng’s mind was too heavy and would affect his pregnancy, so he ordered someone to summon him. A few days later, he finally showed up.

He Zheng’s listless expression finally got better after seeing him. He hugged He Wenchu ​​for a while and suddenly thought: “I want to eat cake.”

He Wenchu didn’t ask why he suddenly wanted to eat: “Then I’ll go back and try to cook. There are too few materials here, and the taste must be different.”

He Zheng immediately said, “If you make it, give me a recipe.”

He Wen saw his mind at first sight: “What, do you want to cook it for your majesty yourself?”

He Zheng nodded: “He hasn’t eaten birthday cake yet.”

“Don’t think about it. Do you think you can cook in person now?”

“Then I’ll say hello to the imperial kitchen and talk to the head chef.”

At the beginning, He Wenchu thought that it would be better for him to find something to do to divert his attention. He said, “I will try and let your majesty try our immortal food.”

He Zheng narrowed his eyes and smiled. He didn’t talk to his brother about his fear. He didn’t know anything at the beginning of the question. He talked to him as much as possible about some light topics, and gave him a notebook when he left. He Zheng opened it and saw that it was all graffiti without color and nothing substantial. He wondered, “Did you draw it?”

He Wenchu nodded: “I painted it overnight when I came over the night before yesterday, so you can take it to color.”

“It’s so ugly. It’s not as good as my painting.”

His face darkened. “Take it as homework. Paint it well.”

He Zheng guessed that he painted it especially to relieve him. He felt warm and couldn’t help smiling: “Understood, don’t worry.”

The drawing book given by He Wenchu at the beginning is really good. Although some details are not very good, it looks good once painted. He Zheng also drew something else. Drawing this thing requires high concentration, so time passes quickly. Often, when he finishes painting it is time to eat or sleep. There is no time to think about anything, and life is not so difficult.

That night, after the imperial doctor felt the pulse, He Zheng got up and prepared to go to the front hall, but suddenly he heard the other party talking to Fang Tianzhuo: “There has never been a prince born in the hall of mental cultivation since ancient times. Now the queen is about to give birth. I think your majesty should send him back to the Pize Hall, so as not to affect the temple.”

What’s the impact? Afraid he’ll dirty the temple when he gives birth.

He Zheng didn’t finish listening, and turned back to bed, quietly waiting for Fang Tianzhuo to drive him. Unexpectedly, Fang Tianzhuo didn’t mention anything about it, and He Zheng’s mood improved slightly, and he turned to his arms.

What should come came after all. On this day, He Zheng woke up and suddenly felt restless. He took a pen to paint, but there was a burst of agitation in his abdomen. At that time, he was utterly confused and raised his hand to paint the picture book in a mess.

He held down his abdomen and turned pale until the pain came a little bit. Looking down, he saw a large piece of red blood quickly blooming in the white clothes under him, and his mind suddenly went blank. The vocal cords seemed suddenly eaten, and he could not speak.

Great panic gripped his heart like a demon, and he heard Fang Tianzhuo’s faint voice from outside: “Is the empress up?”

After Fang Tianzhuo comes back from court, he always does this. As soon as he return, he will ask He Zheng if he have eaten, where he is, and what he is doing.

It just seems that he came back a little later than usual today.

The maid answered softly. He Zheng sat behind the table and raised his eyes. He saw the man who took off his court clothes and crown walk in. The black boots came into view. He held the pen and looked up along the robe. With the man’s dark eyes, he smiled stiffly.