Nanmenliang knelt down hesitantly, "Young Master, this is..."

"What son?!" He Zheng swung his clothes and sat on the main seat, tilted his chin, coughed again with an itchy throat, stretched out his hand to rub it, and corrected: "My name is Master Shanshou!"

"Hey." Nanmenliang crouched on the ground and said tentatively, "Lord Shanshou, dare to ask the servants... Where did you offend the lord?"

He Zheng pursed his lips and sneered coldly: "My lord, this noble person, hasn't forgotten anything, why can't you remember Nanmen Liang, eh?"

"..." Nanmen Liang began to ponder.

He Zheng coughed while holding a water cup while exerting pressure.

Nanmen Liangxiang, when the Prime Minister's mansion visited, His Majesty's attitude towards this child is very unusual. Then he knelt down even more deeply: "Sir Shanshou calm down, it's all slaves who don't know Mount Tai and bumped into you. Today, I sincerely regret it, and it's up to you to beat or scold you."

Nanmenliang was Fang Tianzhuo's first person. The book said that Fang Tianzhuo saved his life, so he wanted to follow him. As a result, Fang Tianzhuo asked him, "How far do you think I can go? ?"

At that time, Fang Tianzhuo was still on the way to seize the throne, and Nanmenliang directly castrated himself, expressing his sincerity with his actions that Fang Tianzhuo would become the ruler of the world, and then loudly said: "Subordinate, swear allegiance to the death."

After that, Fang Tianzhuo made an exception to accept him and took him with him until now.

He is in his thirties, his voice is long and delicate, he speaks and does things in his own way, he admits his mistakes when he admits them, his attitude is sincere, and he can't find faults at all. He still couldn't hold his breath, so he angrily ran over and kicked him: "If you bully me in the future, I won't spare you! Can you hear me clearly?"

"Yes, yes, the slave remembers it."

Nanmenliang looked at him quietly and saw that he was still angry, so he slapped himself: "Sir Shanshou calm down, oh, Lord Shanshou calm down."

He Zheng had never seen himself beating himself, and suddenly his scalp became numb and goosebumps arose: "Forget it, get out of here."

Nanmen Liang respectfully kowtowed, walked neatly through the scene, and stepped back gracefully.

He Zheng was holding the cup and frowned. The ancients had no dignity at all. Nanmenliang was also from Fang Tianzhuo. He just ate when he said he was flat. Really, he had no backbone at all.

He Zheng felt so bored that the oppressed people did not get resistance.

Nanmenliang rubbed his knees and returned to Fang Tianzhuo's side. He glanced at him, and immediately reported with a smile: "Young master is very happy today, fortunately, he has played a powerful role."

"Did you move?"

"That's not it, he is very vengeful." Nanmen Liang told him about He Zheng's mighty and domineering appearance, which made Fang Tianzhuo rarely laugh, and asked, "How is his body?"

"I'm still coughing a little. The servant has already sent someone to ask the imperial doctor for a re-examination, so don't worry, Your Majesty."

He Zheng's cough has always been bad, not to mention Fang Tianzhuo's worries, he himself is worried to death, always thinking about whether he has throat cancer, but there is no Baidu here, there is no way to search for symptoms, so he can only comfort himself and frighten. Own.

As a result, not long after the reward was awarded, Luo Yuanhou came to the door.

When He Zheng saw him, the big stone in his heart was finally put down, Luo Yuanhou was not dead!

"He Shanshou." Luo Yuanhou bowed and saluted, seeing some uncollected gifts around him, his expression slightly lowered. He Zheng bent his lips and his eyes were clear: "Are you here to see a doctor?"

"Yes."

He Zheng ran to the table and sat firmly, stretched out his hand to him, and asked, "How have you been recently?"

After saying hello, Luo Yuanhou's heart suddenly surged, and he said softly, "Everything is fine, I have Lao Shan's first thoughts."

He Zheng said: "Don't work, don't work."

He looked at Luo Yuanhou with a heavy heart, hesitating whether he should tell Luo Yuanhou that he wanted to give up leaving the palace. But it can be said that he was unwilling after all, and if he didn't say anything, he was afraid that Luo Yuanhou would be implicated.

He really wanted to leave the palace and Fang Tianzhuo's side. This man was too oppressive. He felt that he had been living in his shadow and would be depressed.

The two were entangled, and he decided to find a topic to talk about: "What is the imperial physician busy with these days?"

"Going out of the palace." Luo Yuanhou answered quickly, and his voice came in a low voice: "Things have been arranged properly, there is a friend in front of Huang Fengya on the day of the spring hunting."

He Zheng took a breath and was frightened.

Luo Yuanhou finished the diagnosis quickly, and said in a normal voice: "I have been sick for the past few days, so I will go back. The temperature has changed a lot recently, so you should pay more attention to your body."

Luo Yuanhou asked him to open his mouth to look at his throat, He Zheng opened his mouth obediently, his snow-white teeth and tender red tongue, Luo Yuanhou looked at it for a long time before retracting his gaze, and said, "Maybe there is some inflammation, I will give you a few needles."

He lowered his head to get his acupuncture supplies, He Zheng closed his mouth and said weakly, "Does it hurt?"

Luo Yuanhou smiled and said softly, "It doesn't hurt."

He didn't lie to He Zheng, and the place where he made the piercing was not so unbearable. After piercing, he went to write the recipe. The distance between the two was pulled away again. He Zheng said to the past: "The imperial doctor should write clearly, what should I do? get well soon."

This is a pun, referring to illness and an escape plan.

He needed a clear plan to determine whether the road would kill them both.

Luo Yuanhou handed He Zheng a bright recipe and a "dark recipe", and said warmly, "By decocting the medicine like this, you will be cured tomorrow."

He Zheng was holding "Dark Fang" and "Ming Fang", his fingers trembled slightly: "It's too much trouble, I..."

Luo Yuanhou interrupted his unspoken words: "It is my duty to share the worries for the young master."

Not daring to say more, Luo Yuanhou lowered his eyes and began to pack up. He Zheng asked Shunyi to send him out, and asked Nan Qing to pick up the medicine according to the "Ming Fang".

Luo Yuanhou walked out of the palace gate and only dared to look back when he heard the dull sound of the door closing from behind.

Knowing that He Zheng was worried about his life, he felt even more uncomfortable. When he was studying the drug, Luo Yuanhou actually knew that someone would be sent to the palace, but he did it without hesitation because of his obsession with drugs. He was used to life and death, and knew that everyone had their own fate, and he didn't care who would become the royal reproductive tool, but he never thought that this person would be He Zheng.

Anyone can do it, but He Zheng can't.

Luo Yuanhou felt a dull pain in his heart, and began to regret it more than once, and laughed at himself.

"Dr. Luo." A voice suddenly came from the front, and the palace maid Yingying had a blessed body: "Concubine Luo has a request."

He Zheng remembered that he hadn't told Luo Yuanhou about the disappearance of the contraceptive pill, so he slumped at the window for a while, and was coaxed back into the house to take shelter from the wind.

Luo Yuanhou's prescription was different from other imperial physicians. He was not so bitter. He Zheng drank it all in one breath. Fang Tianzhuo came over as soon as he rolled over and lay down.

The arrival of this man was a common occurrence. As soon as He Zheng heard the sound, he got up quickly, picked up his "homework" and ran over to show him. This is the first thing Fang Tianzhuo does every day: read the love letter he wrote.

In fact, it was a love letter, so He Zheng also remembered some ambiguous words and wrote a sentence, and practiced it several times.

Fang Tianzhuo sat on the chair, read the "love letters" he wrote one by one, and said, "It is indeed a little improvement."

Isn't it. What He Zheng wrote today is "I haven't seen you for a day, like every three autumns". These few words are easy to write, but after rewriting them several times, only a few can catch the eye.

He Zheng was being praised for a bit, but Fang Tianzhuo put down the paper, looked at him, and said, "Zheng'er is copying poems every day, but is he perfunctory?"

"Of course not!" He Zheng said: "I can learn from your Majesty's thoughts, and the sun and the moon are clear!"

Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his hand, He Zheng immediately leaned over to hug him, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you think I don't care?"

Fang Tianzhuo caressed his face like a cat: "Why not?"

Love is written, and I like it, and I don’t know why this dog is so greedy! He Zheng was dissatisfied in his heart, but he said in a good voice: "Your Majesty, the days are not always counted, the affection is not always expressed, some words, if you listen to them too much, you will definitely get bored, you see that I like Your Majesty so much, I will only like it more in the future. I prefer Your Majesty, the affection is so deep, how can it be easy to complain in a letter?"

Fang Tianzhuo nodded thoughtfully: "It makes sense."

"What's more." He Zheng said seriously: "My words are not very good-looking, and I can't add to the icing on the cake. The original affection was written, and it was broken in half, and if I look at you again, it will be broken in half, so In fact, the affection you feel at the moment is only a quarter or less, of course you think I am perfunctory."

Fang Tianzhuo curled his lips and approached him gently: "That's why I misunderstood Zheng'er."

He Zheng nodded immediately and solemnly emphasized: "It's wrong, you wronged me."

"That Zheng'er thinks, how should this matter be handled?"

He Zheng mustered up his courage and said, "Actually, I think the most important thing is to communicate with others. In this communication, it is the most taboo to be around the bush, and it is best to be direct."

"Um?"

"Should I not..." He Zheng said timidly, "Is it alright not to write love letters in the future?"

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows, and He Zheng swallowed back what he just said and said: "That's the write! Just, can I hand it in every few days in the future? Look at my hands, there's a lot of ink... It's not good to write it out. You still have to dislike it, I will practice slowly every few days, that good word can be more or less the icing on the cake, and you will naturally feel more affection after seeing it."

He babbled so much, Fang Tianzhuo only saw one sentence on his face: he didn't want to write.

He chuckled lightly, pinched He Zheng's tender white face, and said gently with deep meaning: "How can affection be forced? Well, just do as Zheng'er said, but I don't have to watch it, but you have to practice."

"Hey!" He Zheng nodded in agreement immediately.

Fang Tianzhuo suddenly changed his voice and said, "Is Imperial Physician Luo here today?"

As soon as Imperial Doctor Luo was mentioned, He Zheng's skin tensed. He moved his buttocks and sat firmly in the man's arms, saying, "Yes, he also gave me acupuncture. Now my throat doesn't hurt so much."

Fang Tianzhuo said: "As expected of a famous holy hand."

He Zheng couldn't guess whether his words meant anything, and changed the subject with a guilty conscience: "By the way, has Your Majesty had dinner?"

"Used with the Taishi."

That's what came to sleep with him.

Oh man.