He Zheng's proposal was in Fang Tianzhuo's appetite, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Yes."

He Zheng pulled his hand to the opposite side with unease, and whispered, "Don't do it, okay?"

"Um."

"I, I'll knock on the door first, you stand here, okay?"

Fang Tianzhuo said: "Okay."

He Zheng tidied up the hem of his clothes, looked down at the skirt on his body, suddenly stiffened, and turned to look at Fang Tianzhuo: "It doesn't seem right today... or change it..."

"Squeak-"

The door on the opposite side was pulled open. Noticing the change in Fang Tianzhuo's expression, He Zheng turned around abruptly and gave He Wenchu ​​a big smile: "Brother..."

He Wenchu ​​held the sword and looked at him blankly. He Zheng carefully shrank his stomach and bent over. He wanted to hide his little skirt, but unless there was a sudden crack in the ground, how could he hide it.

He Wenchu ​​squeezed his fingers and said coldly, "Come here."

He Zheng hurriedly stepped up, but Fang Tianzhuo's voice came from behind: "Stop."

He Zheng subconsciously stopped again.

He Wenchu's icy eyes crossed him and collided with Fang Tianzhuo, and his eyes suddenly brightened, "Qiang" drew his sword, jumped up, and moved too fast, He Zheng raised his face dully and looked at his brother above his head. The corners of the clothes flipped, and when they turned around, the two had already fought together.

He panicked: "Listen to me, don't stop fighting, Your Majesty, Xianggong, my brother can't beat you, you let him..."

When He Wenchu ​​was stimulated by the phrase "Xianggong", blue veins appeared on his forehead, Fang Tianzhuo's figure flickered, dodging his sword, the corners of his mouth curved, and his voice leisurely and gentle replied: "I know."

"Brother, don't be so ruthless, don't really hurt him..." The two hit the roof from the ground, and He Zheng ran after him: "Come down, and have something to say, brother, he didn't bully me, the clothes are I want to wear it myself, really, don't be angry bro..."

He Wenchu's eyes flashed a killing intent, the sword was sharper, and every move was stabbed at the fatal place, coldly said: "God emperor, don't think you can be arrogant for long, I will take He Zheng away sooner or later, you will never find it in your life. to him."

Fang Tianzhuo's calm face condensed with sternness, he touched the soft sword at his waist, and said in a dangerous tone, "You dare."

He Wenchu ​​realized that he had met his inverse scale, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly became happy: "Your He Zheng is He Xiangguo's son, this is my brother He Wenchu, he does not belong to you, he does not belong to you. In this world, Fang Tianzhuo, no matter how capable you are, can only be the king and hegemon in this world of feudal dross, once he leaves, you will never see him again in your life."

The soft sword was suddenly pulled out, and Fang Tianzhuo's eyes filled with anger: "Then I will kill you first."

He Wenchu ​​had to deal with the spirit of twelve points, and continued to stab him: "Do you think you can kill me? I, like He Zheng, are only souls, if you kill me, I will still Looking for the next host, and He Zheng will hate you because of this, don't think that he will stay with you obediently in your life."

Fang Tianzhuo's pupils shrank, and the sword body collided quickly. He Zheng was chased and supported by his servants, and followed out of the yard panting: "Your Majesty, don't fight, he can't beat you, brother, stop fighting! I have something to tell you!"

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes were full of rage, his robes were bulging silently, and his hair was automatic without wind. He Wenchu ​​realized that he was really going to kill him, so he immediately gathered his inner strength to counterattack, his sword was in constant motion, and said coldly: "I I have asked all the immortals to do the same, and in a few days, you will never hear him again."

The trees beside him swayed, Fang Tianzhuo turned his palm in his left hand and held a sword in his right: "You dare!"

The leaves danced wildly, the air twisted, He Zheng was supported by the guards, and subconsciously raised his sleeves to block the fatal wind.

When all the dust settled, he wiped his face to look, and saw He Wenchu's sword was stuck in Fang Tianzhuo's chest, He Zheng heard his heartbeat so strong that he was almost suffocating, his brain was hypoxic for a while: "Fang Tianzhuo , Fang Tianzhuo, why ask you at the beginning..."

It was pitch black in front of him, and his body staggered and fell.

He Wenchu ​​frowned, drew blood on his sword, and scolded, "Shameless."

He jumped down and helped He Zheng up, the latter woke up leisurely, and saw Fang Tianzhuo's sword falling to the ground, he pushed He Wenchu ​​away, and hurried over: "Your Majesty, how are you?"

Fang Tianzhuo glanced at He Wenchu ​​and said weakly, "He moved his hand first."

"Are you okay?" He Zheng touched the wound on his chest, "Come here, go and ask the imperial doctor, go quickly!"

He Wenchu ​​frowned fiercely: "What are you anxious about, he hit my sword himself, very measured, and he won't die."

He Zheng looked at Fang Tianzhuo, who suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood. He Zheng was startled, hurriedly hugged him, and said angrily, "He can't hide when he hits you? old child?"

He Wenchu ​​was displeased: "Pay attention to your attitude."

"I'll settle the account with you later." He Zheng covered Fang Tianzhuo's wound and took it down to stop the bleeding first. Fang Tianzhuo was lying on the bed. His injury was not deep this time, and the sword did not penetrate, but even so The wound looked terrifying too.

He Zheng looked at his pale face and asked, "You lie down for a while?"

Fang Tianzhuo glanced at He Wenchu, who was leaning against the wall and staring at him coldly, He Zheng hurriedly stood up to block: "Don't, don't punish him, I will scold him..."

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes and said nothing.

He Zheng licked his lips, and He Wenchu ​​suddenly came over and grabbed He Zheng's arm: "What are you afraid of, if he punishes the crime, it's not that I have no other way to come and see you."

"Stop talking!" He Zheng shook him off and said, "Your Majesty, take a good rest and don't move."

He supported Fang Tianzhuo to lie down, touched his forehead, and He Wenchu ​​pulled him up again: "What are you worried about, have you forgotten all the things he bullied you before? I didn't pierce him. Well done."

He Zheng pursed his lips and glared at him. He Wenchu ​​held his arm and looked at him up and down: "Look at what you look like now, should I call you sister Zheng in the future? Huh?"

He Zheng smashed his head over, and He Wenchu's nose was immediately smashed red, and the blood was overflowing. He covered his nose and raised his head, and when he lowered his head slowly, his eyes suddenly changed.

He Zheng: "!"

After smashing the fake brother out, he immediately ran over to block the bed and looked at each other nervously, "He, He Wenchu..."

The fake brother narrowed his eyes and walked over slowly. He Zheng was worried that he would attack Fang Tianzhuo, who had lost too much blood, and suddenly stood up again: "Brother, good brother, I'm sorry, I'll rub it for you..."

He reached out to touch the other person's nose, but he slapped his hand away, frowned over him and looked at Fang Tianzhuo on the bed, He Zheng stood on tiptoe and tried to block him, but he was not tall enough, so he could only open his eyes. Block with both hands.

The fake brother looked at him quietly, "Get out of the way."

He Zheng shook his head: "You can't kill him, brother, you are half my brother, I really do it for you, let's go."

Fang Tianzhuo sat up slowly behind him. He looked at the fake brother and suddenly threw something over: "This is the gold medal for entering the palace. You can come to me at any time."

"Your Majesty!" He Zheng was shocked, the fake brother gave him a cold look, turned and walked out.

He Zheng came back to look at Fang Tianzhuo uneasy: "You, are you really all right? My brother didn't do it on purpose, certainly not..."

Fang Tianzhuo stretched out his hand, He Zheng sat obediently in his arms, and listened to him: "If it was your brother who was hurt today, would you think I didn't do it on purpose?"

"Your martial arts are higher than him... He said you hit it yourself." He Zheng asked, "Is that so?"

"Yes."

He Zheng didn't ask why, he hugged Fang Tianzhuo silently, and said, "Don't be like this, Your Majesty, I just thought you were going to die... Stop provoking me."

He touched his stomach, exhausted: "Don't fight again next time we meet. If he draws his sword again, you will hide behind me and use me as a target, and he will definitely not dare."

Fang Tianzhuo said, "Your brother, I love you very much."

"Well, he is a good brother." He Zheng paused, then raised his face and said, "You are also a good husband."

He knew that Fang Tianzhuo could have killed He Wenchu, but he didn't. He was even willing to take a sword. Maybe it was to appease He Wenchu's desire to protect his younger brother, or maybe he was playing tricks on himself, but He Zheng He didn't want to care anymore, he only knew that Fang Tianzhuo was injured, he was so distressed that he fainted, and he never wanted to see him again.

"Your Majesty." He Zheng said, "Please take good care of yourself at all times, and please try to be merciful to some people as long as you don't get hurt, okay?"

Fang Tianzhuo was silent for a long time, and did not answer him, but said: "It's nothing, just go back to the palace."

On the carriage, Fang Tianzhuo's face was not very good. He Zheng didn't serve him much when he was injured last time, so don't know how he survived. Now know that he is not as powerful as the legend, even if he is more powerful than the legend. Let people have a stronger physical quality, even if they are better than ordinary people faster, but the sins they deserve are the same.

But he was quite able to bear it, even though his face was pale and he was sweating coldly from the carriage, he could still say nothing and his expression was light.

After returning, Fang Tianzhuo developed a high fever. He Zheng sat in front of the bed and stared blankly at him. He always felt that Fang Tianzhuo was the best in the world in martial arts, and the son of Heaven's Chosen. .

The little prince suddenly kicked his stomach. He recovered and rubbed his stomach. He changed the cold pad for Fang Tianzhuo again, and touched his face. For the first time, he thought that Fang Tianzhuo might die. .

Even if he repeatedly told himself that he was different from others, the idea kept popping up.

"Shou Shan." Nanmen Liang approached leisurely and said, "You have been bumpy all the way, and you are still pregnant, so your majesty will leave it to the servant."

He Zheng didn't refuse: "I'll sleep next to me."

He lay down on one side of the couch and glanced at Fang Tianzhuo again, feeling a little heavy.

The two of them fought for so long today, and they didn't have time to talk to my brother, let alone let them really get to know each other, but now that my brother has a sign to enter the palace, it should be much easier to meet.

But He Zheng thought of Fang Tianhua again, fake brother... Don't introduce Fang Tianhua.

Why so much shit.

He Zheng fell asleep extremely exhausted. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he stood up and rubbed his eyes. He saw that Nanmen Liangzheng was dozing off on Fang Tianzhuo's bedside with his head propped up.

He Zheng walked over and covered him with a thin blanket, and the latter immediately woke up: "Oh, good head, Your Majesty's fever has subsided, and the servant fell asleep."

"Go down and rest."

"If it doesn't work, it won't work, the servant leaves, and His Majesty can't sleep well."

"You have a deep friendship."

Nanmen Liang smiled and said: "Your Majesty believes in slaves, but slaves are only slaves. If one day the enemy is in front of them, slaves are stepping stones that can be discarded at any time."

Fang Tianzhuo was able to do such a thing, He Zheng said, "Then are you still loyal?"

"The servant's life is given by His Majesty, and naturally, he will be a cow and a horse for His Majesty all his life."

He Zheng couldn't understand them, he said, "Do you have something to say to me?"

"Hey." Nanmenliang bowed respectfully, but He Zheng was annoyed: "Sit down."

"The slave just wants to tell the good leader, compared to the servant, a loyal servant who can be used to step on the feet at any time, you good leader, but Your Majesty is willing to sacrifice his life to protect you again and again." Nanmen Liang said leisurely: "His Majesty has been rough since childhood, very few When I am happy, it will be different after I meet you, the servant can see that Your Majesty has you in his heart."

He Zheng frowned and said, "Speak human words."

Nanmen Liang said: "The servant guarantees with his head, Your Majesty is worthy of a good head."