After all, this spring hunt was for the emperor to watch, so the first thing the officials in charge did was to prepare Fang Tianzhuo's tent. In an instant, he seemed to feel Fang Tianzhuo's gentle care.

"Why are you disobedient and suddenly ride the horse?"

He Zheng frowned and let him rub his knees. He met those abyss-like eyes, and said, "I think, hurry up and learn... I hope, I can be a person worthy of Your Majesty."

Fang Tianzhuo's heart tightened slightly.

He stared at the snow-white face in front of him, and looked at those extremely beautiful eyes exploratively.

He Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth were bent at the same time, trying to make himself look very sincere, but Fang Tianzhuo was too patient, and the scrutiny in those eyes was too intense. For a moment, he suspected Fang Tianzhuo. Inquiring into the truth of his words.

He Zheng's eyelashes trembled faster and faster, and he couldn't bear it any longer. He lowered his eyelashes and dared not look at him, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, don't look at me like that."

"Why?"

"I have been watched by my sweetheart, I, I will want to kiss you."

Fang Tianzhuo was stunned for a second, then subconsciously looked away, his ears were slightly hot, but he pressed his lips together, and his face became slightly gloomy.

The palm on his knee was gentle and powerful, He Zheng secretly raised his eyes, and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, you are so kind."

He Zhengyou said this from the bottom of his heart, so when Fang Tianzhuo came over again, he was extremely serious and frank. Fang Tianzhuo must repay his jealousy, and he also repays his gratitude. The Empress Dowager treats him well, so he respects the Empress Dowager. From this point, he judges that Fang Tianzhuo is a good person.

And he has never hurt himself so far, although He Zheng knows that he is only using himself as a reproductive tool, but no matter the reason, he is still alive.

Therefore, Fang Tianzhuo is also a good person at this moment.

However, his serious attitude was in stark contrast to Fang Cai. Fang Tianzhuo stared at him coldly for a while, and suddenly he exerted force on his hand. He Zheng suddenly trembled, and "Wang Wu" burst out crying.

Margot and other dogs are like Tianzhuo, he wants to take back what he just said!

Fang Tianzhuo withdrew his hand, got up and ordered someone to bring a copper basin to clean his hands. He looked sideways and saw that he was holding his mouth and sniffing without saying a word. He wanted to touch his knee but was reluctant to touch it. Suddenly, "Do you know what it means to deceive the emperor?"

He Zheng immediately raised his face, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, but his desire to survive was frantically surging: "Your Majesty, what Caomin said is true.

Socialist youth do not believe in ghosts and gods!

Suddenly a voice came from outside: "The sky has changed, like it's going to rain."

He Zheng's eyes widened slightly, God, he just wants to survive, open your eyes.

Fang Tianzhuo sneered, threw the towel into the basin held by the servant, turned around and opened the tent and walked out.

The servants followed him out. He Zheng stayed in the tent alone. He hurriedly lowered his head to look at his poor knees and breathed carefully. No wonder Xiaoyanzi wanted to kneel easily for himself. Kneeling like this every day, his legs were absolutely crippled. .

He Zheng thought in confusion again, he is so miserable, what about the other servants in the palace?

He sighed, and couldn't help blowing on his knees in distress.

I am beautiful, and I am miserable.

Dinner was at the hunting ground, He Zheng sat beside Fang Tianzhuo, served him with chopsticks, and then returned to eat by himself. Although the stupid horse escaped, the small animals in the mountain did not escape, and they all became a delicacy on the table.

He Zheng couldn't help but go to see General He again.

He originally wanted to get the two of them drunk and try to get them to have a relationship in advance. Although he knew that General He was miserable, he was originally the protagonist in the book.

But now, He Run rescued him once at noon, and He Zheng's heart suddenly became entangled. With Fang Tianzhuo, General He can really only be abused. Even if he rebels, he is unlikely to be the opponent of Fang Tianzhuo who opened up. According to the style of the original author, Fang Tianzhuo is very likely to imprison him. , or... break the arm and cut the leg?

He Zheng was suffocated by his own brain tonic.

Others in the room also found that He Zheng had been staring at He Run. He Run lowered his eyes subconsciously, not knowing why He Zheng was staring at him all the time. Could it be that he was an undercover agent sent by He Xiang and wanted to alienate himself from him. Your Majesty's relationship?

Brows furrowed unconsciously.

He Zheng was in a daze, one hand suddenly stretched out from one side, he was turned around with his chin pinched, Fang Tianzhuo asked: "What is Zheng'er always staring at General He thinking?"

The servants in the house were aware of his displeasure, held their breath subconsciously, and sweated for General He.

He Zheng responded very quickly, grabbed the wine glass on the table, and said sincerely: "General He saved my life at noon, I want to toast him, and ask Your Majesty to agree."

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, let's go."

He Zheng immediately got up and walked down, He Run also hurriedly stood up, two or three steps away, He Zheng stumbled suddenly, and rammed straight at him, He Run was stiff, and his head was pressed against his chest all of a sudden, drinking water. fell down.

Breathless.

He Run's expression was solemn: He was really sent by He Xiang to divide the relationship between me and His Majesty.

He Zheng hurriedly stood up, "Yes, I'm sorry, General He."

He Run smiled slightly: "It's alright, Young Master please."

He Zheng had to pour another cup, "Thank you General He for saving your life!"

"Hands up." He Run drank calmly.

He Zheng also poured the wine into his mouth. It's not that he hasn't drank alcohol in modern times, but he generally drinks beer, mostly carbonated beverages. Originally, he felt bitter when others said sweet wine, but at this moment, he suddenly drank ancient wine, and suddenly felt a little shiver.

The tip of his tongue was numb, and He Zheng's eyebrows instantly became one high and one low, and a few short hills and rivers were added between the thin eyebrows.

He Run: "..."

He Zheng's expression was strangely painful. He held the copper wine glass in both hands, and did not dare to pour it into his mouth.

Before he could finish his respect, Fang Tianzhuo turned slightly to look at him.

He Run saw that he didn't finish drinking for a long time, so he said, "If you don't know how to drink, you can do whatever you want."

He Zheng seemed to be waiting for his words, and immediately took down the wine glass that he had kissed on his mouth for a long time. Just as he was about to say something, Fang Tianzhuo's voice suddenly came from behind: "The grace of saving life, how can it be arbitrary?"

He Zheng licked his lips and stared blankly at He Run, thinking about me and the general, what the hell are you arguing about, you bastard emperor, if I drink alcohol, it will be broken, but this is what he came to toast with His Majesty's consent. , He Run couldn't save him either, so he had no choice but to raise his hand slightly in a gesture of begging.

He Zheng took a breath, put the wine glass to his lips bitterly, gritted his teeth, and coughed.

From the tip of the tongue to the throat, it was hot, like being rolled by a knife, and the stomach seemed to be on fire. He Zheng seriously suspected that this wine was probably stronger than Maotai.

He grabbed the clothes on his stomach, bowed to He Run, and walked unsteadily towards Fang Tianzhuo again.

When he was going up the steps, he suddenly fell to the ground, Fang Tianzhuo didn't move, He Zheng whimpered and lay on the ground with tears in his eyes.

Damn, how could I think ancient wine was like beer, a little bitter at best.

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyes, and the attendant hurried forward: "Young Master, Master?"

He Zheng doesn't feel good when alcohol is on his head. He remembers that his friend Zhang Xiaofan said that he would go crazy with alcohol when he was drunk. Although he forgot everything after playing, this is obviously more dangerous.

He struggled to get up with the hands of the palace servants, trying to ignore the pain in his legs, and was supported and said, "Your Majesty, the grass people have retired."

Fang Tianzhuo nodded, and He Zheng was helped out, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over. He entered the tent and fell on the soft couch, but his knees were touched. He turned over immediately and drove away the person who wanted to cover him The next person, carefully rolled up the trouser legs, stared at the bruises on both sides, thinking about the hard days during this period, couldn't help crying, and at first it was only a small voice, but as time passed, the alcohol Completely engulfed in reason, he suddenly burst into tears—

The voice fluttered along the small wind, Fang Tianzhuo heard it, He Run heard it, Jiang Xian heard it, Nie Ying heard it... At least everyone in a radius of ten meters heard it.

Fang Tianzhuo put down the wine glass and stood up in the audience: "I respectfully send your majesty."

When he got to the tent, He Zheng was still crying with his legs up and his head raised, as if he had been wronged by the sky.

Fang Tianzhuo walked over and sat beside him, and noticed that there were more people beside him. He probably felt shy, so he stopped and looked at him in confusion with a tear-stained face.

"You cry so much?" Fang Tianzhuo wiped his tears and said, "You never stopped in front of me."

He Zheng stared at him blankly. His skin was snow-white, his face was crimson, his lips were bright and dripping, and his originally beautiful face that people could not look directly at was exuding a very attractive aura at this moment.

Fang Tianzhuo sank his eyes, stretched out his hand and took away the hand that was holding him on his knees, and said, "All days have passed in the Prime Minister's Mansion, how can you be so squeamish when you come here?"

He Zheng shrank for a moment, flattened his mouth, and said aggrieved: "No squeamishness."

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you squeamish?"

"I'm not squeamish." He Zheng muttered sullenly: "You are squeamish, you are the most squeamish, you will be broken when you touch it, you will fall down when you push it, and you will spiral into the sky when the wind blows."

Fang Tianzhuo felt that this little mouth was really powerful. He had never heard the second son of the He family say so.

"Then why are you crying?"

He Zheng was silent for a while, and tears came up again: "I miss my dad, I miss my mom, I miss my brother... I'm so scared, I will be killed..."

Fang Tianzhuo silently watched He Zheng lose his temper after drinking, and it took a long time to slowly understand what he meant.

Is this He Zheng sent by He Xiang really that He Zheng?

He whimpered for a while, then hummed something, and then whimpered again after singing. If it wasn't for the pain in his knees, Fang Tianzhuo doubted that he would skip a few verses.

He frowned and thought, falling into scumbag thinking, translation: meaningless thinking.

The author has something to say: Zheng Zheng: No matter how powerful you are, no matter how powerful you are, and no matter how powerful you are, you will not know who I am!

Fang Huang: My people.

PS. Trust me, drunkards, can do anything.