The Man Who Married a Tyrant

Fang Tianzhuo probably never dreamed that He Zheng had a brother who was more deadly than him. With his brother and the background, He Zheng's little tricks were simply too cute.

A group of people sat down at the table, and someone came to serve, He Wenchu ​​refused, "We have hands and feet, we don't need them."

Fang Tianzhuo silently stepped back, He Wenchu ​​grabbed the wine beside him, shook it, and said leisurely, "Sister and sister, pour me a glass of wine."

The eyes of the two people on the table collided again, and sparks burst out, He Zheng wanted to stand up, "I, I'll..."

He Wenchu ​​stretched out his hand and pushed him down, "Why are you here? With your current body, no one in our family can hold you in the palm of his hand? He is the only one who dares to do this."

When He Wenchu ​​said this, He Zheng felt a little uncomfortable, and argued, "He didn't abuse me."

"Hey, Fang Tianzhuo." He Wenchu ​​raised his eyebrows and said, "Can you pour the wine?"

A blue vein popped up on Fang Tianzhuo's forehead.

It's all right for Zheng'er to call him by his first name. What is this He Wenchu?Dare to call him by his first name.

He restrained his eyes and remained silent, He Wenchu ​​sneered, "Baby, have you seen, such a person deserves you to give up your immortal life and be with him?"

Fang Tianzhuo couldn't bear to draw his sword, He Wenchu ​​raised his unsheathed sword to block it, He Zheng took a breath, "If you fight again, I will commit suicide."

The two glanced at him together. He Zheng's spirit of fear of death had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Obviously, no one believed it. He Zheng's cheeks flushed with anger, and he suddenly covered his stomach and lowered his head in pain.

The two drew their swords together, one left and one right came to see him, "What's the matter?"

He Zheng angrily knocked off the hands of the two, "Sit down and eat!"

Fang Tianzhuo frowned, He Wenchu ​​sat back first, He Zheng kicked Fang Tianzhuo, "Sit down!"

The table finally calmed down, He Zheng was muttering about cooking rice, while He Wenchu ​​picked up some vegetables for him, and put a piece of meat to his mouth, "The food here is too scarce, let's make do with it, and wait until we go back." I'll make you a big meal."

He Zheng opened his mouth to swallow with his chopsticks, nodded, and said, "I want to eat spicy crayfish."

He Wenchu ​​gave a doting smile, "What will you eat, brother, what will I do for you?"

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips and squeezed his chopsticks tightly, he didn't know how to eat, He Wenchu ​​was really obedient and didn't continue to trouble him, nor did he force him to pour wine, he kept picking up vegetables for He Zheng, He Zheng mouthed As soon as Li swallowed it, he was gagged again, and he didn't even have a chance to look at Fang Tianzhuo.

"Okay, okay." He Zheng's cheeks hurt from eating, and said, "Where's the water, I'll drink...Huh?"

He Wenchu ​​suddenly took out a porcelain cup with a wooden lid plugged into it, and a long and thin drinking straw stuck in it. "Here."

He Zheng couldn't help stretching out his hand, and said, "How did you do this?"

"I'm bored, I'll see you off."

He Zheng was not polite, and said, "I think you want to drink milk tea."

He Wenchu ​​follows his father and likes desserts. There is no one who does not love milk tea and cakes, but He Zheng is different. He likes spicy food and tastes whatever his mother wants.

"I can drink it anytime I want, but I made two of these cups, one for the owner of my body." In fact, the other party asked what milk tea is. He Wenchu ​​didn't find the right raw materials to make milk tea, so he asked Made a milk tea cup.

After all, He Wenchu ​​felt very ashamed for taking up his body for so long.

He Zheng couldn't put it down, and he also missed the beautiful and pleasant desserts made by his mother. He took two sips of water, and suddenly found that Fang Tianzhuo was silent from the beginning to the end, so he put a piece of meat for him and put it in the bowl. I didn't lift it, I ate very seriously, and I made it to the extreme.

He Wenchu ​​suddenly said again, "By the way, baby, do you know that your Iron Man died?"

He Zheng was stunned for two seconds, "What did you say?"

"Reunion [-], I watched it for you, the ending..."

He Zheng was tearful after eating a meal, and listened intently to He Wenchu ​​telling him the plot. He Wenchu ​​sighed and wiped his tears, and found that Fang Tianzhuo was sitting by the side, unable to comfort him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help raised.

He did it on purpose, and talked about topics that Fang Tianzhuo couldn't intervene and couldn't understand. He must let Fang Tianzhuo understand that He Zheng is different from everyone here, he doesn't belong here, he has An extremely wonderful and extremely happy life.With this dog emperor, it's a big loss.

It took He Zheng a long time to calm down. He missed the modern life so much. Ever since he came here, he felt that the things in his previous life were just a dream. Now with He Wenchu, he felt down-to-earth again. Can't help but sigh, "I really want to go back."

There was a soft sound in his ear, Fang Tianzhuo got up to leave, but was stopped by He Wenchu, "It's a basic courtesy to greet you at the next table."

Fang Tianzhuo walked away with gloomy eyes.

"Does he think it's a godsend to indulge our disrespect, huh?"

"Stop making trouble." He Zheng's head was bald with worry. "He's different from us. If you talk like this today, it's very hard for him not to be punished. Don't ask too much."

He Wenchu ​​decided to look at him, "Zheng, brother will definitely get you back, no matter what the price is."

"If I could go back and have a look..."

"I didn't go back and look at this statement."

He Wenchu's tone was cold.He glanced at He Zheng's belly. He didn't dare to tell his parents about it, and he didn't dare to tell He Zheng how worried he was about his delivery, lest it would add pressure to him.

He Zheng could only nod, "I, I know."

"You know fart." He Wenchu ​​picked up the chopsticks and said, "Keep a distance from Fang Tianzhuo, don't prepare everything by then, you don't want to go back."

He Zheng groaned, and when he glanced at him again, he could only say, "I have a sense of proportion."

He was worried again, "The group of people will die because of me, what should I do?"

He Wenchu ​​thought about it, and said, "I didn't think of a good idea, but I have to tell you, you can't give in to this group of feudal dross, otherwise they will think you are hypocritical, and the title of empress..."

He Zheng's eyes lit up, and He Wenchu ​​said ruthlessly, "Don't even think about it."

"Humph."

"With your current status, you have to suffer a lot of grievances in order to be worthy, and you don't know if you can survive. Let's not do things that make selfless sacrifices. We don't ask them to be grateful, just save their lives."

"So? How?"

He Wenchu ​​looked at him silently for a while, "It's a pity, I didn't expect it, but the car must have a way to the front of the mountain, don't you often have an 'idea'? It's really impossible to transform into Zheng Meier and play with Fang Tianzhuo, dance Wu, s-y, this thing can definitely be done."

"..." I expect too much from you.

He Zheng actually hoped that He Wenchu ​​would stay, but after all, He Wenchu's body was not his own, and he still had to think about his fake brother, so he could only leave first, and took the pot of wine with him when he left.

He Zheng put away the milk tea cup made by his brother, and when he was about to find Fang Tianzhuo, he found several ministers kneeling in front of the table. He listened a few times and realized that they were here to beg for mercy for those who were imprisoned.

The dead brother didn't give him a good solution. The decision Fang Tianzhuo made was too difficult to change. He had to rely on his "spiritual inspiration", which was interpreted as "luck to save people".

I always feel that my brother doesn't see other people here except himself as real people, but judging from his experience of traveling back and forth between the two sides of the world, this is understandable.

Just thinking about whether Fang Tianzhuo would agree, he heard him say, "Come here, drag him out, and we'll ask you to kill him tomorrow."

All "!!!"

He Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he was hesitating whether to go forward, when suddenly someone saw him with sharp eyes, and that person suddenly crawled over, "Hehou help! Hehou help!!"

Fang Tianzhuo stepped forward, kicked him back, and shouted, "Drag!"

The guards hurriedly stretched out their hands to pull. Some were crying bitterly, and some had their backs straight. He Zheng was a little scared, but somehow said, "Wait!"

Fang Tianzhuo looked over with a gloomy expression, "Why, Zheng'er also wants to go to prison with them?"

He Zheng knew that he was in a bad mood by He Wenchu ​​and wanted to kneel immediately, but his body was so heavy that he almost fell down when he bent his knees. Fortunately, Nanmenliang helped him in time, so he forced himself to kneel down." I don't want to go to prison, but I hope that your majesty will not kill people because of me. If your majesty is really angry, why don't you get a few boards, take off your official hat, and drive you out of the imperial city. Out of sight, but so many people, There are so many families, they are all fathers and sons, Your Majesty, think about the little prince, can you bear it?"

Fang Tianzhuo said, "Stand up and speak."

He Zheng stood up with Nanmen Liang's arms, and walked towards him tentatively, "Your Majesty, let them go. Anyway, you have already made a decision, and they can't stop it too much. Just pretend you didn't hear it, okay?"

Fang Tianzhuo looked at the white hand on his arm, and his mind was still on the dinner table. Suddenly, someone from the official said, "If you are hypocritical, even if you sell well, in our eyes, you are just a male favorite. How can you be a national leader?" after?!"

A killing intent flashed in Fang Tianzhuo's eyes, but He Zheng reacted quickly this time. He took two steps forward and slapped him. His fingers trembled slightly, and he said in a hateful voice, "I don't care what you think, but the little prince is about to be born." , I don’t want to pollute my son’s luck because of your cheap life. If you want to die, I will ask His Majesty to order someone to take you out of the imperial city later. I will give you whatever death method you want! Anyone else will treat death as home , stand up now!"

This person covered his face with a look of disbelief, while the rest, you look at me, I look at you, no one stood up.

He Zheng glanced around, adjusted his smile for a second, turned around and walked back and grabbed Fang Tianzhuo's clothes, "I suggest that anyone who opposes this, let them write a letter of submission. If the letter is brilliant in Chinese, If you don’t mention anything about me, you are sincerely begging for death. Your Majesty must cut off their heads and fulfill their wishes. If you know that I am begging for them, but still treat death as home in my name, then it is not sincere. Begging for death is moral kidnapping, looking for trouble if there is nothing to do, eat salty radish and worry about it, His Majesty can punish him not to eat meat for the rest of his life, otherwise he will immediately ransack his home and ask him to be executed, Your Majesty, look at it, okay?"

The kneeling officials looked at each other.

If it wasn't for His Majesty's appointment of a man as queen, who would want to die!Now that the relationship is good, what’s the next thing to do? They forcefully leave themselves clean, as if they are looking for death collectively, but if they want to die now, they have to write a headline, and they have to be talented and don’t bring this matter before they are allowed to die. If the writing is not "literary", wouldn't it be embarrassing?But if you bring this matter, you will become a "false Qing Gao" again, and you will not be able to eat meat for the rest of your life, otherwise you will have to copy and kill. face? !

This is really, "You can't live, you can't die."

Fang Tianzhuo laughed, grabbed He Zheng's waist, and said, "Have you heard the Queen's orders?"

Everyone responded in bewilderment.

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes to look at He Zheng, and said, "Then let me go and see, which official's haircut is the most impressive?"

He Zheng took the initiative to raise his paw, "I can review it!"

The people who came to beg for mercy followed behind the dragon chariot and asked, "This is the head letter, do you write it?"

Some people shook their heads, "I won't write it. Empress He has too many ideas. He will review it. In case a batch of spring worms and autumn snakes are disorganized and spread out..."

The others immediately looked miserable.

"But this matter, should we just let it go?"

"We are doing this to save people, but we don't know how the adults in the prison who see death like home will deal with this matter."

"I think everyone can't write..."

"I bet Master Li can write."

"I bet he can't pass the review."

After a silence, someone muffled, "The Demon Queen!"