When He Zheng went back and forth to look at him, he happened to see the scene of the collapsed table. He subconsciously wanted to leave, but he thought that Fang Tianzhuo, whether it was intentional or not, in the end, he cared about him, and bit the bullet. left behind.

Abandoning him at this time will only make him more angry.

Fang Tianzhuo finally noticed him, he turned around, his white shirt was stained red with blood.

He Zheng's lips trembled, and he couldn't bear it for a while.

Does this neurosis have masochistic tendencies?

"Isn't it retired?" Fang Tianzhuo opened his mouth first. Judging from the blood that was still smudged and spread on his clothes, the blood on his body was still bubbling out, but his face was calm, except for the loss of blood on his face, which seemed to flow. Not his blood.

He Zheng felt a surge of anger in his heart, his eyes were flushed, and he rushed over and gave him a heavy push: "Are you mentally ill? What are you doing with it when it is well bandaged?!"

Fang Tianzhuo didn't move at all when he pushed him, he squinted his eyes and said, "It doesn't hurt."

He Zheng shivered slightly and stared at him, and the tip of his nose slowly turned red, "What if I feel bad?"

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him: "If I deliberately blocked the sword for Zheng'er."

He Zheng said: "Then why am I angry and distressed?"

His beautiful eyes lifted, looking straight at Fang Tianzhuo, Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips and said slowly, "It hurts."

"You hurt and you are tossing!"

"Originally, Zheng'er didn't feel bad, so I don't."

No one cares, what's the use of pain.

He Zheng flattened his mouth and said, "I'll go to the imperial doctor."

"I don't want to see him."

He Zheng didn't argue with him: "I'll go get the medicine."

The first time He Zheng helped someone bandage a wound, it was under the guidance of the wounded. He should have cried with Fang Tianzhuo behind his back. His eyelashes were wet, his eyes were also wet, and the tip of his red nose was pitiful and lovely. Fang Tianzhuo looked at him, endured. He kept raising his lips.

He Zheng put on the bandage seriously, got up to help him pull up his clothes and fasten his belt, Fang Tianzhuo suddenly hooked his waist and hugged him towards him, saying: "Zheng'er is more and more crying recently. already."

"Do you know why?"

"Um?"

"I was originally a ruthless and lustless immortal in the sky. After meeting you, my heart was moved. After going down to earth to experience calamities, I washed my face with tears every day, and I will be blind in the future."

Fang Tianzhuo thought for a moment and said, "No wonder I always feel that Zheng'er is different."

He Zheng was stunned for a moment, Fang Tianzhuo pulled him onto his lap and sat down, and said, "Can Zheng'er tell me what the life of an immortal is like?"

He Zheng shrank, he always thought that Fang Tianzhuo might see that he was not the original He Zheng, but now he is more and more certain that this man is too smart, and he doesn't know what he saw.

He Zheng grabbed the corner of his clothes, glanced at him subconsciously, and said, "The days of immortals are just sitting at home fighting and killing every day. Do you know what it's like to fight someone through a small mirror at home? You don't need to be afraid of death, because You can be resurrected infinitely if you die, it doesn't matter if you are killed, you can still kill it."

Fang Tianzhuo frowned: "Game?"

He Zheng stared: "How do you know?"

"Somewhat similar to chess, but must be more interesting than chess, right?"

He Zheng nodded subconsciously and wanted to say more, then gave up and said, "Your Majesty, rest, I'll go back first."

Fang Tianzhuo refused to let go: "Let's stay tonight."

"You are still injured, and I don't sleep honestly, for fear of running into you."

"Then Zhenger is more honest."

He Zheng was gloomy: "The little prince said no."

Fang Tianzhuo said, "Why not?"

How did this guy become so clingy? He Zheng said angrily, "You are the wounded, and I am still pregnant. It's not easy to accommodate each other. It's better to sleep separately."

Fang Tianzhuo was a little unhappy again: "Zheng'er is still angry with me."

He Zheng ignored him.

"Don't be angry, I order you."

He Zheng insisted: "The little prince said no."

"You..." Fang Tianzhuo pinched his face.

He Zheng shrank his head and glared at him: "The little prince said, you beat him, why do you lose your temper with me!"

He pushed Fang Tianzhuo away and jumped out, saying, "The little prince is going to run away, goodbye Your Majesty."

He ran out, all the way back to the yard, closed the door, undressed and went to bed.

Fang Tianzhuo, He Zheng sighed, he began to feel exhausted from the bottom of his heart. Fang Tianzhuo liked him and cared about him. It was originally a good thing. He could use all this to live a better life, but today's events made him feel a burden.

Because Fang Tianzhuo is asking himself to give the same response, if he is not satisfied with the content of the response, will he become angry?

He Zheng had a lingering qi in his chest, he sat up and took a breath, got up and opened the window to look up at the moon.

In the past, he never knew what it meant to be sad in spring and sad in autumn. In his world, there was no separation of life and death, no fear, no walking on thin ice, as long as he lived every day and lived happily.

His parents never put him under pressure, even in the college entrance examination, they never demanded too much. He is seven years younger than his brother. Even if someone says that he is not as good as his brother, his parents will comfort him when they come back: they envy you as long as you live happily and cause you trouble.

It seems that he is not born with responsibility, and does not need to bear the pressure. He really only needs to eat and wait for death every day.

The night wind was slightly cool, and He Zheng lay down for a while, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

He kicked the wall, kicked again, and it hurt so bad that he limped back to the bed.

He Zheng touched his stomach and suddenly raised his hand to hit, but he was afraid of the pain, so he only dared to gently.

He Zheng felt that he couldn't see his future. He couldn't imagine what it would be like, and he didn't even want to imagine it.

The next day, they set off for Beijing.

He Zheng got off the car at the pier, was led by Fang Tianzhuo onto the boat, went back to the room, took off the gauze hat, and sat quietly by the window watching the water in a daze.

He thought a little dizzy, not knowing what it was like to be drowned, how painful it was. On second thought, it will only take a few minutes, and it will be over soon.

He felt that his thinking was a bit stupid, and finally, Fang Tianzhuo cared more and more about him, what to die for, how can this day be more sad than before?

He didn't have a good appetite on the boat, and he always had nightmares. He dreamed that someone was cutting the boat, or that he drowned. In just a few days, the whole person was visibly thin.

Fang Tianzhuo hasn't lived with him recently, and He Zheng hardly ever goes out. According to Shunyi, he has been very quiet recently, and can sit all day without talking to anyone.

Fang Tianzhuo pushed open the door and entered. He Zheng was crushing the steamed buns and throwing them into the water. He turned to see him and called out, "Your Majesty."

Fang Tianzhuo frowned, came over to hug him, pressed his forehead against his, and asked, "What's wrong with Zheng'er?"

"Is Your Majesty better?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about Zhenger."

"Oh." He Zheng lowered his head and rubbed the steamed buns silently, Fang Tianzhuo kissed his lips: "Zheng'er is not satisfied with the food cooked in the kitchen recently?"

"I can't eat it." He Zheng said with tiredness in his eyes, "Your Majesty, don't worry about me, it will be fine after this period of time."

"I'll ask the imperial doctor to come and take a look, okay?"

"I don't want to see you."

"Why don't you invite Imperial Physician Luo?"

"I don't want to see you."

Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips, he hugged He Zheng and asked, "What do you think about Zheng'er?"

He Zheng shook his head.

"Zheng'er has lost weight, and it's not as comfortable to hold as before."

"Your Majesty is wronged. After you go back, find someone to send a male pet to the palace. Your Majesty won't have to bear it anymore."

Fang Tianzhuo paused and frowned slowly: "What is this?"

"Your Majesty, please invite Imperial Physician Luo." He Zheng scratched him, and jumped over again: "I'm really sick."

Even on the same boat, Luo Yuanhou had hardly seen He Zheng, and when he heard the summons, he rushed over immediately, checked his pulse, and glanced at He Zheng's face again: "Have you been worried recently?"

Fang Tianzhuo also looked at him, He Zheng shook his head and said, "No."

"In any case, keep a happy mood. Shanshou's face is too bad. If things go on like this, I'm afraid it won't be good."

Fang Tianzhuo asked, "Why is it bad?"

"Go back to Your Majesty." Luo Yuanhou said respectfully: "It may affect the little prince and even damage his lifespan."

Fang Tianzhuo's face was gloomy: "Is there a way for the imperial physician?"

"My minister prescribes some soothing prescriptions, first let Shan Shou sleep better."

Fang Tianzhuo and Luo Yuanhou went out together, but Xu Yi came back and said to He Zheng, "Come out with me for a walk."

"I don't want to go." He Zheng's physical discomfort continued for too long, and he was very tired mentally and mentally. He just wanted to sleep on the bed. Fang Tianzhuo forcibly picked him up and said, "Go to the deck for a walk."

Fang Tianzhuo ordered someone to prepare a high stool on the deck and asked He Zheng to sit down. The mountains on both sides were stacked with peaks, and the wind was blowing on his cheeks. He Zheng looked at it for a while, and his mood improved. A big turtle?"

"Longevity Mountain." Fang Tianzhuo said: "There are many residents at the foot of the nearby mountain. They also hold a longevity competition every year, and the old man who lives the longest can come out on top."

He Zheng pointed to a few more mountains, and he could name the name. He Zheng couldn't help but ask, "How does Your Majesty know so much?"

"I've been there."

He Zheng's eyes filled with envy again: "I really want to go and have a look."

"I ordered someone to stop the boat later and take Zheng'er off the boat to relax."

He Zheng shook his head: "No need to toss, if I have time in the future, I will see it alone."

Fang Tianzhuo stared at his delicate face, kissed his cheek lightly, stroked his chin with his fingers, and asked, "Zheng'er is still thinking about leaving the palace?"

He Zheng pursed his lips, kicked the stool with his foot, and said, "I've been thinking about it for the past few days. I need to discuss something with Your Majesty."

"What's the matter?"

He Zheng took a breath, summoned up his courage, and said, "When the little prince is born, can His Majesty set me free?"

The wind howled, the boat passed by, and ripples spread on the water surface.

He Zheng heard the faint sounds of wild animals coming from two mountains. He slowly looked at Fang Tianzhuo's ruthless face, and in the silence, he found his voice again: "If not, wait for one day, Your Majesty is tired of me, can you just let me go?"

Fang Tianzhuo narrowed his eyes and said, "If I get bored of you, I will only cut you."

He Zheng's eyes widened, Fang Tianzhuo stroked his lips and said, "So, Zheng'er should be obedient, don't want to leave me in this life, and don't annoy me."

He Zheng looked at him for a moment, and suddenly smashed his head hard, he ignored Fang Tianzhuo's anger, jumped off the stool and punched him in the face, Fang Tianzhuo frowned and held his wrist: " Are you crazy?"

He Zheng kicked his leg fiercely, one kick was not enough, and he had to kick the second one. His heart ached with anger, his eyes were faintly red, Fang Tianzhuo was furious, and was suddenly hooked by him. He held his neck and kissed his lips. When he was stunned, he was punched in the stomach again. Before he could burst into anger, he was suddenly pushed back by He Zheng, and he stumbled back and sat down for some unknown reason. Zheng rushed forward, knelt in his arms, and slapped his heart with one knee.

Fang Tianzhuo reached out and grabbed his back collar, and his lips were suddenly kissed again.

He Zheng's lips were sweet and soft, and the faint aroma on his body was a distraction. He knelt in Fang Tianzhuo's arms and kissed him, while smashing his back with his fist.

Fang Tianzhuo's eyelids jumped. He had never seen such a fight in his life. His lips suddenly hurt, and the smell of blood filled his mouth. Since it was broken, his face was gloomy, but his hands were shaking.

He Zheng lowered his head, grabbed his hand suddenly, and bit his arm fiercely.

"You don't...!"

After He Zheng bit his lips, he slapped his lips again, with a touch: "Did you see it? I love and hate you at the same time."

"..."

He Zheng sat down tiredly in his arms, leaned against him softly, and said, "Do you really want to kill me? You can do it now."