There should be a detailed introduction about Fang Tianzhuo in the original book, but He Zheng didn't see it. A large part of his thoughts on reading the text was spent on He Zheng, and some of the few strokes he had taken were ignored by him.

Just like Fang Tianzhuo's exile, he seems to have some impressions. On the day they left the ship, he asked Jiang Fuyang if it was appropriate to fight and kill with them at such a young age. Fang Tianzhuo mentioned it, but He Zheng didn't take it to heart at all.

Because he didn't care why Fang Tianzhuo became a tyrant, he only remembered that he was violent all the time.

He Zheng was holding a grain of rice with the tip of his chopsticks, and the sound of rainstorm beating in his ears, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Fang Tianzhuo looked at his white face, clear and clear, as if he was ignorant of the world, and said, "Zheng'er can't even eat the food in this temple, and she is still whimsical, and wants to leave me, leave the palace, you know the imperial city Most of the people outside can't even eat this bowl of brown rice."

He Zheng's eyelashes trembled, how could he know, he only knew that in modern times, even the people at the bottom with a monthly income of two or three thousand can definitely get by in terms of food and drink. He knows that the gap between the rich and the poor is huge, and that many children in the mountains are suffering. , but he never experienced it himself.

How can something in the legend feel real?

Since he came here, he has been eating and drinking at a normal level, and he has meat in his meals. Even if he is not used to being served at first, he will get used to it after tasting the sweetness.

Although he thinks ice cubes are very troublesome to cool off the heat, it's just a matter of words, only the servants are troublesome, and he doesn't need to do it himself.

Even if he knew this, He Zheng could hear a bit of sarcasm in his words. No matter Fang Tianzhuo's intention or not, He Zheng felt ashamed: "So what? Even if I farm by myself, at least I still have freedom!"

Fang Tianzhuo's lips curved, his eyes darkened: "Are you sure, when you can't get enough food for three meals, you can still think about your so-called freedom?"

"How do you know that I can't get enough to eat, I'm just not used to it." He Zheng picked up his chopsticks again and picked up the rice silently, even if he was righteous, but unpalatable is unpalatable, no matter how big he eats, it's still hard to swallow.

He Zheng finished the meal in one breath, his face was blue, Fang Tianzhuo handed over a glass of water, and he gulped it down, took a breath, raised his chin and said, "See, I can live without you. It's very good!"

Leaving is one thing, but he doesn't allow Fang Tianzhuo to look down on him, saying that if he leaves him, he will not be able to live by himself, will it be alright!

Fang Tianzhuo's smile didn't change: "It's one thing to eat, but it's another thing to get this meal."

He Zheng angrily: "You..."

Fang Tianzhuo lightly got up to wash, then sat on the couch and said, "If you didn't already have a little prince in your womb, you should have been sent to a farmer outside the city to grow your knowledge."

He Zheng got up fiercely, packed the tableware and chopsticks into the lunch box, waited to send it back to the kitchen, and then sat down on the collapsed. He took a breath, feeling aggrieved because he was looked down on.

"Yes." He couldn't help but say, "I don't know how to farm. I might not be able to get this meal here, but so what? When I was an immortal, I would sit there every month. It’s a huge sum of money. What I do is not something that everyone can do, and I don’t really rely on others to support me. I make my own money, and I remember to buy gifts for my parents and brothers every month. Why do you deny it? my worth?"

Fang Tianzhuo pulled the quilt and looked sideways at his blushing face. He Zheng felt a sullen anger in his heart, Fang Tianzhuo's words made him feel too uncomfortable, because he knew that Fang Tianzhuo was telling the truth, maybe he left Fang Tianzhuo, and the life was really sad, but the ghost knows Why did he come to this broken place, he didn't deserve to be born here!

He Zheng became emotional, and his eyes were hot with anger.

Fang Tianzhuo said this, he missed his parents even more, where he would not be able to live without a man, and would not be devalued for nothing.

He thought fiercely, if he could go back, he would definitely go back, let this dust return to dust, and let Fang Tianzhuo continue to be the master of his world, and he would go back and live his little life.

He wanted to shout these words to Fang Tianzhuo and show him his confidence, but he couldn't say it because he was exiled when he was young.

He knew that Fang Tianzhuo was right, and they were both right. Fang Tianzhuo had his three views and positions. What was wrong was fate, and they should never have met.

Fang Tianzhuo, as always, chose to skip the topic: "Go to sleep."

He Zheng rolled over and lay down, pulling the quilt to his shoulders, continuing to sullenly with tears in his eyes.

After a long time, he heard the man beside him sigh, there seemed to be a thousand words in this breath, and then, his waist was gently hugged.

The man's warm breath squirted in his ears, and He Zheng's mood suddenly calmed down strangely. .

He closed his eyes and felt Fang Tianzhuo tighten his fingers slightly.

The torrential rain was still falling. don't know if it was because the rain was too loud, or the atmosphere between them was rarely quiet, or because they were not used to this simple bed, He Zheng was never sleepy. Fang Tianzhuo was exiled repeatedly in his mind, he wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to say it.

There was a sudden knock on the door outside, He Zheng was puzzled, Fang Tianzhuo had already got out of bed, opened the door, a man in a waterproof jacket stood outside and handed Fang Tianzhuo a lunch box.

He Zheng smelled the fragrance and immediately widened his eyes. He struggled to sit up like a penguin. He couldn't wait to put on his shoes and get out of bed. He felt that he looked too reserved and asked weakly, "What, what?"

He stared at the wooden lunch box like a hamster staring at melon seeds. Fang Tianzhuo took out the food and put it in front of him, put the lunch box on the ground, and said, "Eat it."

He Zheng swallowed: "You, when did you ask someone to buy it?"

He Zheng couldn't remember who he had instructed.

Fang Tianzhuo did not answer, but just gave the reason: "I'm not used to eating in the temple either."

The man sat down opposite him, silently picking up the chopsticks again. He Zheng was two people now, and was not full at all just now. Although all the meals brought here were vegetarian and did not look meaty, they were fried with fat and oil, and the seasonings were also well added. Not as bland as the one I just ate, there is also a cucumber egg drop soup, and a bowl of white jade-like polished rice, exuding an attractive fragrance.

He Zheng lowered his head to eat, peeking at Fang Tianzhuo, the corner of his mouth raised slightly while chewing the food, and whispered, "Thank you, Xianggong."

Fang Tianzhuo did not respond.

He Zheng was full and satiated, and after washing up, he lay down with Fang Tianzhuo, turned his face to look at him, and quickly retracted his gaze.

It would be great if Fang Tianzhuo lived in the same era as him. In fact, others are still very good. If he is not the emperor, he can be the only one in his life.

"Xiang Gong." He Zheng suddenly called him, Fang Tianzhuo opened his eyes to the roof, but He Zheng had already hugged his waist and pulled him: "Look at me."

Fang Tianzhuo turned around: "?"

He Zheng was very grateful for his meal at night, and with a grateful heart, he said, "Is there anything you want to tell me, I can be a trash can."

"No."

"Why not, I want to know...I want to know more about Xianggong, can you tell me?"

"Will Zheng'er leave?" Fang Tianzhuo looked at him and asked, "Is your last wish to leave me?"

He Zheng paused and shook his head: "No."

Fang Tianzhuo hugged him tightly, his fingers caressing his long hair, and he didn't wait until he took the initiative to tell himself the third wish, his eyes darkened a little, he lowered his voice and restrained: "Whatever you go I will find you anywhere."

He Zheng's ears were numb, he subconsciously covered it, and said softly: "Who said no."

Fang Tianzhuo closed his eyes and finally said, "I was framed and exiled by the former queen."

He Zheng waited patiently for him to continue speaking, but Fang Tianzhuo was silent again, He Zheng raised his face to look at him, his breaths blended together, Fang Tianzhuo touched his lips, and then said: "Those who have bullied me are all He died in my hands. The faint-hearted gentleman was blinded and blinded by others, so I gouged out his eyes. The queen mother taught her son no way, so I wiped her throat, and the former queen insulted her. I abused me, ordered the fourth prince to bully me, and I gave my fourth brother medicine to have her eyes gouged, nose cut, tongue pulled, and heart gouged out by her own son..." He seemed to recall that scene again, his eyes twitching. After a long nostalgia: "I have taken revenge one by one, trampling the people I hate under my feet and rolling them into the mud, I am happy."

When he said this, his tone was extremely calm. He just stared at him with his eyes unblinking. He Zheng felt a chill in his heart, but it was not just pure fear, but also mixed with some complex emotions. He suddenly hugged him hard. Fang Tianzhuo said, "It's hard work."

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes flashed.

It was the past that Fang Tianzhuo didn't like, so he only picked what he liked, but He Zheng knew that Fang Tianzhuo remembered people who were kind to him, just like the current empress dowager, the former concubine, the only protector past his elders.

He can be cruel or gentle.

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his head, sniffed the intoxicating fragrance on his body, and whispered: "What I want, I will definitely get it, this world is, and so is Zheng'er."

He is declaring sovereignty.

He Zheng was stunned for a moment, his ear was suddenly touched by something wet, and he couldn't help being surprised: "Your Majesty, uh..."

Fang Tianzhuo kissed his lips.

The torrential rain didn't stop until the early morning. He Zheng was exhausted, and the sky was bright. When he woke up, the kitchen had already brought hot water, prepared by the servants brought by Fang Tianzhuo.

He Zheng rubbed his eyes, and while complaining about Fang Tianzhuo's energy, he cleaned himself up, put on a new dress and walked out the door. Fang Tianzhuo just finished practicing and put his sword into the sheath.

I knew would get up early.

Fang Tianzhuo has already looked at him: "When will you return to the palace?"

He Zheng still didn't want to go back, so he asked, "When can we come out again?"

Fang Tianzhuo came over, took the towel handed by the servant to wipe his hands, and said lightly, "It depends on whether Zheng'er is obedient or not."

Whether he is good or not is not a matter of his Fang Tianzhuo's words. He Zheng was very unhappy that he said this. Fang Tianzhuo reached out and stroked his cheek, combed his long hair with his fingers, and asked, "Why are you wearing it?"

"I can't do it." He Zheng took out the hairpin and said in frustration, "I can't hold it back."

They came out this time without a female envoy, and not many of the guards could get their hair done. He didn't think there was anything wrong with wearing his hair, but in Fang Tianzhuo's opinion, it was definitely different. The man frowned slightly, "What do you know?"

"You..." He Zheng was aroused by him early in the morning: "Don't you know what I know, Your Majesty? Didn't you feel very comfortable yesterday? You have to scream."

The servants at the back immediately lowered their heads, Fang Tianzhuo didn't expect him to be surprised, his face changed, He Zheng shrank his head, and was suddenly picked up by the man, He Zheng swallowed: "Xianggong, Xianggong, I, I said something wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Fang Tianzhuo put him on the chair with a cold face, and took a comb to comb his hair. He Zheng shrank his neck, afraid that he would tear his scalp off at once.

Fang Tianzhuo took part of his hair, tied it in a knot, fastened it with a hairpin, then sat across from him and stared at him coldly, before saying, "Don't talk to me like that in front of people."

He Zheng nodded obediently, there was no mirror here, and he didn't know what Fang Tianzhuo had pulled his hair into, but the other party's movements were very light, and he didn't feel like his scalp was being pulled until he got it right.

Because he sensed his thoughtfulness, He Zheng also wanted to be considerate. Just as he was about to say whether to go back to the palace, he suddenly saw a familiar man walking into the opposite room from the window.

Recognizing who it was, his heart suddenly pounded wildly, he turned to peek at Fang Tianzhuo, and tentatively said, "Actually, I want to stay for two more days. If Your Majesty is busy, go back first?"

Fang Tianzhuo's face turned cold again: "I didn't hear it clearly, say it again."

He Zheng didn't dare, he hesitantly held Fang Tianzhuo's hand: "Then why don't I ask my brother to meet you?"