It's not that Fang Tianzhuo hasn't heard similar words, but few people can say it as candidly as He Zheng, as if it should be so, as if he was born to like him.

Fang Tianzhuo kissed his cheek, He Zheng shrugged his shoulders conditionedly, Fang Tianzhuo returned to the chair in a good mood, picked up the pen and said, "Don't be in a daze, it's good to study ink."

He Zheng had to continue to study ink. Usually, it is so easy to study ink while watching TV cameras, but now I really get started and realize that it is not easy. The strength is not too light, it is not too heavy, it is not too thin, and it is not too strong. The most important thing is that this is a job of patience, but this is not a game console, how can it be patient? !

He Zheng quickly used the ink stick to grind it for a while as if to vent his strength, and slowed down his movements because of his sore hands and dejected head. He was still dizzy and sleepy after standing for a while.

Fang Tianzhuo said suddenly, "Put it down."

He Zheng immediately lost the ink ingot and cheered up: "Then can I retire?"

Fang Tianzhuo said, "Pinch my leg."

Pinch your uncle's leg.

He Zheng squatted down obediently, clenching fists with both hands and hammering on his legs, wishing he could break his legs directly, but his strength is indeed limited, pinching his legs is more physical work for him, squatting on his knees without realizing it When he touched the ground, he knelt at Fang Tianzhuo's feet and fell asleep.

There was a slight weight on his leg, Fang Tianzhuo looked down and saw the other side tilted his head, his cheek rested on his thigh, he was still a little conscious, and when he realized that he was holding his thigh, he forced his eyes to continue pinching his legs. It didn't move for a while.

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his head and frowned. Studying ink is the foundation of learning, and pinching your legs is the foundation of serving others. Is this He Zheng really the one from He Xiang's family?

He patted He Zheng's face, his tentacles were hot.

"Come on."

Nanmenliang trotted in immediately, Fang Tianzhuo said, "Go and ask for an imperial physician."

He Zheng's wind chill became worse this time, and he developed a high fever. He was stupefied and had nightmares. Fang Tianzhuo sat on the chair and flipped through the book. He asked without raising his head, "How is it?"

Luo Yuanhou frowned and said in a low voice, "Reporting to Your Majesty, it must have been caused by fright. I need to add some medicine and take it together with Fenghan Pills, so I can rest in peace and recover in a few days."

"Then there's Doctor Lauro."

"Your Majesty's words are serious, it is the duty of the minister."

Luo Yuanhou got up and packed his things, but he couldn't help looking at the bed. In the final analysis, if he hadn't made the fertility drug himself, he wouldn't have been sent to the palace as a fertility tool, and he wouldn't have gotten sick so frequently.

His chest was stuffy and painful, Luo Yuanhou stepped back and walked out of the palace gate.

He Zheng fancied a nightmare, watching Fang Tianzhuo cut off the palace maid's feet, the palace maid cried out to the sky, her whole body was red with blood, struggling to crawl towards him, screaming as she crawled: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault... Give my feet back, give my feet back!!"

The nightmares repeated, He Zheng burnt hard to wake up, and could only struggle in vain, uttering inaudible sleepless nights.

The high fever lasted all night, and it didn't stabilize until the early morning. When He Zheng woke up, he found himself in a trance in a different place.

He sat up abruptly, and his eyes flickered again, shook his head, and pulled away the heavy bed, a young eunuch with a handsome face stepped forward and said with joy, "Young master is awake, this servant will send someone here. Report back to Your Majesty."

He called someone to help He Zheng out of bed, and He Zheng asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

"The servants agree, and His Majesty specially sent them to serve the young master."

He Zheng nodded, he remembered that Shunyi was also a character in the original book, and he was quite clever. He looked around in confusion, and asked, "I changed place to live?"

"This is the Pizeh Palace. Your Majesty gave it yesterday. In the end, it is also to block the mouth of the noble concubine. Don't worry, my son. Your Majesty will come to see you from time to time."

He Zheng wished that he never came to see him. But he actually has a house, and it is still such a big house. He Zheng can't wait to get out of bed and run to visit. This temple is really not small. When running around, he encounters several new faces to greet him, all of whom are sent to serve. .

He Zheng is a little excited, he has a house! Such a big house, and a nanny to serve, is a dream life! !

But this enthusiasm quickly died out. He was only wearing a single shirt, and he was wearing a coat that was hurriedly draped over his body. He stared at the closed door in front of him, and his mood became unhappy again.

He felt that there was more than one door in front of him, as if there were dozens or hundreds of them, and he was locked in these layers of tightly closed doors. It's true that Pize Temple rewarded him, but in the end, he was just borrowing it.

If you don't lose your life, maybe you can live for decades. If you lose your life, someone new will move in soon.

He Zheng sat in front of the bronze mirror, looked at himself with long hair fluttering in it, then lowered his head to look at the wide sleeves on his body, and sighed again.

I don't know when Imperial Doctor Luo will be able to take him away. To be honest, Imperial Doctor Luo is actually quite good. He has excellent medical skills, is honest and gentle, and is considerate. If he can get himself out, it is not unacceptable for him.

He was busy playing games all day in modern times, and he had never met anyone who could meet his eyes.

Because of his physical discomfort, He Zheng fell back to sleep without eating much for breakfast. He is now confined in his palace, and has nothing to do. After sleeping, he wakes up in a daze. He doesn't live in Fang Tianzhuo's palace, and he doesn't see anyone else for a day.

In the afternoon, Luo Yuanhou came over. Lying in front of the window and looking at the palace gate in a daze, He Zheng's eyes immediately lit up: "Emperor doctor!"

Luo Yuanhou was stunned for a moment, and then said hurriedly: "There is a tuyere over there, sir, pay more attention."

He Zheng reached out and closed the window, and turned back in two steps. Luo Yuanhou had already walked in. He asked, "Why did you come here?"

"Your Majesty ordered you to pay more attention to your son's condition, and you must not repeat it, so run more frequently."

He Zheng asked him to check his pulse, staring at him with both eyes, Luo Yuanhou's ears gradually turned red, and what pulse was still being checked, his ears were full of his own heartbeat.

"Master, why are you looking at me like this?"

He Zheng said: "I'm the one who rarely finds a conversation."

When they saw the doctor, Shunyi and several palace servants stood with their heads bowed, and they dared not say anything clearly. He Zheng lowered his eyelashes and asked, "Am I okay?"

"The fever has subsided, but the young master is weak, so you must pay more attention. Just remember that you can't have it again."

He Zheng stared: "I am false?"

No man likes being told that he is false, but he thought that the original owner seemed to have been abused since he was a child, and he was indeed easy to get sick, so he changed the subject: "Then can I walk in the yard?"

"If it's thicker, it's feasible."

"Then you walk with me in the yard."

Luo Yuanhou nodded.

When they left, the palace people were watching from the corridor. The yard was so big that walking around was just a matter of walking around, but the space was large, and the words were not so easy to be heard.

He Zheng asked him, "If I'm better, won't you come?"

Luo Yuanhou's heart throbbed slightly again, and he said in a low voice, "I have already shared a book with my friends in Jianghu, Feige, and I will definitely come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible and take the son out of the palace."

He Zheng said: "We're gone, will Fang Tianzhuo chase and kill us?"

Thinking about it seems a little exciting.

"Young Master, be careful!" Luo Yuanhou reminded him not to call the king's name directly, He Zheng secretly shrugged, he sighed, and said, "The sky and the earth are big, there is always a place to stay. It's just..."

"only?"

"He Xiangguo sent you to the palace. If you leave, I'm afraid the He family will be implicated."

He Zheng had already thought about this, and he said indifferently, "It's none of my business."

He Xiangguo and He Jinhua, an adult scum and a small scum, He Zhengcai doesn't care whether they live or die.

Luo Yuanhou was a little surprised by his rudeness, but also felt that his words were straightforward and pleasing, and said, "If the son is ready, we can make the plan in a month."

He Zheng looked over immediately, and Luo Yuan said kindly: "Ying has the custom of spring and autumn prey. After one month, it is spring hunting."

He Zheng felt a little bit that a month was too long, but thinking that he would still be grounded for a month, he felt it was just right, he said, "Can you have a detailed plan?"

"In the next preliminary plan..."

"Your Majesty is here—"

A loud shout interrupted Luo Yuanhou's unspoken words. He Zheng scratched his heart, but he still had to kneel down with Luo Yuanhou and salute: "I see your majesty."

Fang Tianzhuo strode in, his long, dark eyes resting on them, and said, "Flat body."

The two stood up, He Zheng subconsciously patted his knee, Nanmen Liangjian's forehead jumped again, and he looked sideways at Fang Tianzhuo, seeing his indifferent face, so he smiled again.

Fang Tianzhuo walked towards He Zheng. Luo Yuanhou consciously stood to one side.

"How is your body?"

"The doctor said that I'm almost healed."

Fang Tianzhuo reached out and touched his forehead, then held his hand: "Why is your hand so cold?"

"Is it cold?" He Zheng immediately sighed in his hand, rubbed it, spun around Fang Tianzhuo again, put his hand in his again, and asked, "So what?"

Fang Tianzhuo stared at his clear eyes, his eyes overflowed with a smile, stretched out his arms to hug him, bowed his head and kissed: "It's still cold, I'll keep you warm when I come back home."

Luo Yuanhou lowered his head, and Nanmen Liang complimented with a smile: "The imperial doctor's skillful hand."

Luo Yuanhou smiled: "Father-in-law praised."

Nanmen Liang sighed: "He Xiang's son is really a stunner, and His Majesty loves it very much... If it is true how Xiang Xiang can give birth to a dragon son, the imperial doctor is the best!"

Nanmenliang looked envious and cupped his hands again: "At that time, our family will rely on you a lot."

Luo Yuanchu's face remained unchanged, and he said gently: "It is the duty of a minister to do things for His Majesty.

Nanmen Liang let out a soft chuckle and passed him by.

Luo Yuanhou's eyes were gloomy, and he pursed his lips and left.

Once again carried to the bed by Fang Tianzhuo, He Zheng rolled over and rolled away as soon as he was put down, saying, "I haven't eaten yet."

Fang Tianzhuo grabbed his ankle and pulled him over, and said, "Zheng'er must abide by her duty, thinking that I am the main thing to relieve my worries."

He came to kiss, He Zheng pushed, and said loudly: "Hungry!"

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows: "This is Shi Shi."

He Zheng doesn't care: "I'm hungry!"

Fang Tianzhuo asked: "Zheng'er wants to resist the decree?"

He Zheng was stunned. Fang Tianzhuo was satisfied, he bullied him up and was kissing him, and suddenly a low singing voice came from below: "Hungry (said), hungry (what), hungry (me), hungry (king), hungry (quan), hungry ( Rich) Hungry (expensive), Hungry (fear) Hungry (even) Hungry (why) Hungry (abstinence) Hungry (law) Hungry (clear) Hungry (rule)…”

Fang Tianzhuo: "..."

He stared at the person under him who gave up struggling, He Zheng met his gaze, tears of grievance filled his eyes, and sang a word and cried: "Hungry (little), hungry (white), hungry (dish), hungry (ah).), hungry (ground), hungry (in), hungry (yellow), hungry (ah), hungry (two), hungry (three), hungry (year-old), hungry (ah), hungry (not), hungry (your), hungry (mother), hungry (what)……"

Because of the seriousness of smoking, a snot bubble came out.

The author has something to say: Fang Huang questioned: Could it be that I can't manage his meal?

Later, after Fang Huang lost his stunning man, he gained a stunning... pig.

Piglet: Goo?