He Zheng blinked hesitantly, and after making sure that he heard correctly, he opened the corners of his mouth. He lowered his head, feeling happy and sad for a while. He wanted to shout three times to the sky, but felt a little sore in his heart.

The carriage curtain blocked the sight of the two of them, but He Zheng's hand on the window was slightly tighter.

"If you want to know, I can tell you."

They finally got there.

He Zheng originally thought that he was going to the river, but also wondered if it would be as hot as a steamer, but when he arrived at the place, he found that the lake was crystal clear. There was a lonely boat parked on the lake, which seemed to be a private territory.

He Zheng was carried on the boat and put down, curiously clinging to the hull of the boat to touch the water inside, the tentacles were cool, even in the mountains, it was very rare.

He immediately said: "Such a good place, can we come often in the future?"

"I'm running around on the road, and I'm staying here tonight."

If you think about it carefully, it will take three hours to travel by carriage, and it will take six hours to go back and forth. He is inconvenient now, and Fang Tianzhuo is busy.

"The carriage is too slow. If there is our immortal means of transportation, it will take at most half a column of incense to get here."

Fang Tianzhuo stood on the bow, frowned, and said sideways, "What did Fang Caizheng'er write in my hands?"

At that time, he was having a tantrum with Fang Tianzhuo, so he wrote "dog", but Fang Tianzhuo would definitely be fierce when he said it, He Zheng raised his face and said, "It's 'love', it's in our immortals. In the language of other races, it means 'love'."

Fang Tianzhuo frowned deeply, He Zheng sat down on the small blanket spread on the boat, raised his face with bright eyes, and said, "Will you sit here? I'm afraid I won't be able to stand firm."

The boat was floating on the lake, Fang Tianzhuo sat cross-legged beside him, He Zheng pulled his hand and wrote: "This is 'I', it is 'I', this is 'you', it is 'you' '." He closed Fang Tianzhuo's hand and said with his eyes bent: "'I love you' means I love you."

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak for a long time.

He Zheng also knew that it was difficult for him to understand, so he thoughtfully changed the topic: "I'll tell you a story, just Iron Man, he..."

When it came to his favorite hero, he began to talk endlessly. The two floated on the lake. Fang Tianzhuo listened very seriously and never answered.

As the sun went down, the emerald-colored lake surface was dyed other colors by the halo of Xia Xia. He Zheng licked his lips dryly, and said, "Iron Man, that's almost it."

Fang Tianzhuo looked at him for a moment, and He Zheng felt his scalp numb when he saw him, and shrank slightly: "What, what's wrong?"

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his eyes and said slowly, "It's nothing."

The story of a hero saving the world made Fang Tianzhuo realize that the immortal kingdom outside the sky was a little different from the immortal he understood.

He glanced at He Zheng's delicate and beautiful face again, his eyes were unfathomable.

When he went back, Fang Tianzhuo carried him from the boat to the shore, and saw his amazed eyes again, he put down He Zheng and told him proudly: "I don't need iron armor, I can fly."

He Zheng smiled suddenly, he pulled Fang Tianzhuo's sleeve, raised his face and leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Your Majesty is so cute."

Fang Tianzhuo's face froze, and he glanced at him and mounted the horse.

He Zheng was smiling happily in the car. He found that Fang Tianzhuo was not shy when he acted, but why couldn't he listen to love words? His ears turned red when he heard it, making people want to take a bite.

Hey, obviously they are all fathers.

While he sighed, he felt that His Majesty was really a treasure. When he was taken out of the car, he refused to get off, so he hugged his neck and leaned on him, and said softly in his ear: "Baby, hold me tight. Oh, don't fall on our little baby."

Fang Tianzhuo carried him into the yard without saying a word.

Maybe it was because he was in a new place, He Zheng was very excited and couldn't fall asleep. He lay beside Fang Tianzhuo, letting someone who was cold and ruthless, but his actual EQ was only three years old, suddenly said: "Your Majesty, Shall I sing to you?"

Fang Tianzhuo was stunned for a moment, and looked at him sideways. He had heard He Zheng sing, the tune was a little weird, but it was pretty good, so he nodded.

He Zheng coughed, rubbing one hand on the back of his hand, and said, "Listen, this song is called, Wei Feng Tang Tang."

Fang Tianzhuo nodded and asked, "Is it a marching song?"

He Zheng blinked: "Well...it's almost."

So what, whoever becomes the embryo first in the competition of billions of sperm and baby babies is considered a thousand troops to cross a single-plank bridge, right?

Fang Tianzhuo felt a sense of pride in his heart, sat up and said, "I play the zither for Zheng'er."

He Zheng hurriedly pulled him back: "No no, I'll just 'play' and sing by myself."

Fang Tianzhuo was surprised: "Zheng'er can still play the piano?"

"Of course I will. I learned it in my youth class, but tonight... Your Majesty is my qin."

He smiled freshly and beautifully, but Fang Tianzhuo had a bad feeling in his heart.

The next day before dawn, Fang Tianzhuo went out to practice swordsmanship until the sun rose and the sky was bright. greet.

Fang Tianzhuo turned his face back and waved his sword into the scabbard. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and He Zheng called him, "Wash your face, Your Majesty."

After he finished washing, He Zheng personally came over with a towel to wipe his face, Fang Tianzhuo tilted his head to dodge, took the towel and wiped himself, saying, "Pack up and prepare to go back to the palace."

He Zheng immediately followed him, seeing that he was about to grab the corner of his clothes, but Fang Tianzhuo suddenly performed light work and swept away: "Zhen is waiting for you in front."

The figure is elegant and the tone is indifferent, but He Zheng can see the meaning of running away.

On the way back, He Zheng stinky hooligan stared at the little girl, looking at him smiling, Fang Tianzhuo frowned unhappy: "Why do you keep staring at me?"

"I am a sunflower, you are my sun, staring at you is the only way for me to maintain my life."

He Zheng's tongue was a lotus flower, Fang Tianzhuo remained silent, but his heart was soft.

Halfway through, He Zheng said again: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I'm tired."

"Lie down and sleep for a while."

"You can't sleep until Your Majesty holds it."

"..." Fang Tianzhuo looked at his nose and nose, and drove his horse a little further away from him. He Zheng was too embarrassed to shout loudly, snorted in dissatisfaction, and retracted his head.

Fang Tianzhuo's actions are not ambiguous, but he loses miserably when it comes to his mouth, but He Zheng is also happy, and in future quarrels, he is definitely not his opponent.

When he arrived at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, He Zheng was already stunned, but Fang Tianzhuo woke up as soon as he hugged him, and immediately put his arms around his neck: "What are you doing, why don't you just sing a song to you? How can you bear it? I'm going to be sad and sad, but what should I do?"

Is that singing? It was clearly a live tease, and no one was allowed to move. Fang Tianzhuo continued to say nothing, He Zheng rubbed his eyes, and said in a sullen voice: "I've already done it, why are you afraid to say it? Dare to do it or not."

What is the word for this? Fang Tianzhuo sighed, "Shut up."

He Zheng's happy suggestion: "You can gag my mouth with a kiss."

Fang Tianzhuo looked down at him, put him on the bed, and then kissed his lips. He Zheng smiled contentedly. He smiled and suddenly realized that something was wrong. He opened his mouth and was horrified to find that he could not speak sound!

Fang Tianzhuo said: "The acupuncture points will be unraveled naturally within an hour, lie down and don't say a word, go to sleep."

He Zheng: "???"

Do you treat your apex like this?

Fang Tianzhuo read these words from his aggrieved expression, the fire that had been held all night dissipated immediately, he laughed out loud, touched He Zheng's soft hair, and said, "Zheng'er still doesn't speak. That's when it hurts the most."

He Zheng shook his head vigorously, hugged his neck again, kissed and rubbed. Because he couldn't speak, he looked more and more like a puppy who was pampering his master's trousers. Fang Tianzhuo couldn't help laughing. Knead it together.

He Zheng was finally able to speak, he looked at the full smile in Fang Tianzhuo's eyes, first let out a breath, then slammed into Fang Tianzhuo's eyes.

Fang Tianzhuo's smile was instantly smashed. He touched his eyes, and He Zheng had already rolled up the quilt and rolled with his head covered... Roll a bit, but he didn't roll over, so he awkwardly moved himself to the innermost part. .

Fang Tianzhuo also let out a sigh of relief, but he has a large number of adults, and he has no reason to care about He Xiaoren, so he can only leave with an unhappy voice.

He Zheng pulled away the quilt and watched his voice going away, rubbed his face on the quilt, and became happy again.

He decided to teach Fang Tianzhuo to understand his world.

He found someone to pick up a pen and started to draw. He first drew Iron Man, and then painted it, and then drew TVs, airplanes, motor vehicles, electric cars, game consoles, and other common technology products in daily life, and then told He, these are magic weapons developed by their immortals, what characteristics do they have.

He felt like a kindergarten teacher, teaching children to look at pictures and talk. Whenever he thought of this, he took out another piece of paper that he had not finished drawing, and carefully drew the man's face, watching his face on it. Gradually lifelike, silly looking, silly laughing.

Fang Tianzhuo was very curious about the traffic magic weapon and asked him how it was made. He Zheng said it was made of steel and asked him how to start it. He Zheng told him that it was started by fuel, and Fang Tianzhuo began to ask him again. In the internal structure diagram, He Zheng drew many square grids for him, and told him: "The driver is driving here, and there are seats behind it, some are buses, some are private cars..."

Fang Tianzhuo asked again: "What are the main accessories?"

He Zheng said: "Four wheels and one frame."

Fang Tianzhuo narrowed his eyes, "What's the internal mechanism?"

He Zheng didn't learn to repair cars. He couldn't explain it clearly, so he lied: "What, what mechanism, there is a fairy ball inside, which is mainly driven by fairy energy."

Fang Tianzhuo knew that he was poor, so he stopped asking questions.

In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and the palace began to get busy again. He Zheng was reminded by someone and counted with his fingers, only to realize that he had been here for more than half a year. He has been getting heavier and heavier recently. The little prince is lively and active. He was kicked five or six times every hour, and He Zheng was tortured quite painfully.

Even if he used to be a game house, he never said that he was panting and sweating after walking less than fifty steps, but now he can hardly move, but he is afraid of dystocia, so he has to exercise every morning, noon and night.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Tianzhuo called his clan to have a meal together, and he sat in a room full of them. He Zheng has not held the ceremony of conferring the queen, so he can only sit on his left hand. There are too many people here, so he can only try his best I don't want to embarrass Fang Tianzhuo, but this meal took too long. He was worried about having a reunion dinner with his brother later, so he could only watch Fang Tianzhuo frequently, praying that he would let him leave early.

Fang Tianzhuo finally got his mood, He Zheng hurriedly got up: "I'm not feeling well, I want to go back to rest first."

Fang Tianzhuo has now learned to be considerate, and He Zheng was helped up and left, and immediately went straight to Pize's small kitchen. When he saw a familiar person, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother."

The man turned his face over, his eyes were pitch black, and the depth could not be seen. But it was too dark, He Zheng didn't notice it, he sat down opposite He Wenchu ​​and said, "Did Mom and Dad eat moon cakes today?"

The other party did not speak.

He Zheng raised his head in hindsight, "You, you are not my brother."

"Um."

He Zheng touched his neck reflexively, spit out the moon cake biting into his mouth with his sleeve, and picked up the cup to rinse his mouth.

The other party calmly watched him finish all this, and then said: "He just left, and he borrowed my hands to make the moon cakes, not poisoned."

He Zheng didn't dare to eat it without poisoning it. When he came, he specially instructed his servants to wait outside. It was only him and the killer brother, and his brother was not there. He suddenly felt that the weather was very cold, and he shivered.

The killer brother said: "As entrusted by him, today you can pretend to be your brother to accompany you to watch the moon, you can do whatever you want."

He Zheng's eyes turned to both sides, and he always felt that something was waiting for an opportunity in the darkness, and he would take a head on his neck at any time. He swallowed: "I, I want to go back to sleep."

"No."

"..." Liar, don't you mean you can do whatever you want?

"look up."

He Zheng didn't dare to disobey at all. He raised his head obediently and covered his throat with an uneasy look: "What are you doing?"

"Look at the moon."

"..." He Zheng stared at the moon, raised his head for too long and started to feel sore, but he didn't dare to lower his head or blink. Brother Killer glanced at him and said, "I won't kill the child, you don't have to be nervous."

"You, are you still working for Fang Tianhua?"

"Fang Tianzhuo secretly searched for 400 dead soldiers to keep you safe. Fang Tianhua can't even get close to you within a hundred feet. You are still worried about this, it seems that you don't believe him."

He Zheng looked around in a conditioned reflex, and stared round his eyes: "Four hundred... eight hundred eyes? Stare, stare at me?"

The killer brother said coldly, "It was me who was staring at me."

He Zheng: "!"

The husband was very courageous, and He Zheng's eyes gradually lit up. He stood up on the stool like a peasant worker who had turned over. He even had a bit of contempt in his cowardly eyes.