He Zheng was taught the piano by his hand, and he subconsciously looked at his handsome face, which was softened because he was in a good mood.

He couldn't help but kiss him, received Fang Tianzhuo's eyes, and said, "You looked just like my dream lover just now."

Fang Tianzhuo was unhappy for a second: "Dream lover?"

He Zheng said solemnly: "I often dream of a person who looks exactly like you. In the dream, he takes care of me in every possible way, is gentle and tolerant, knows what I like and what I don't like, and is willing to negotiate with me in everything. My brother is my brother, and my parents are my parents...why are you looking at me like that?"

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes ranged from displeasure to doubt to clearness to laughter. He lightly bumped his forehead against him, and said with certainty, "I am Zheng'er's dream lover."

He Zheng rolled his eyes: "You are not ashamed."

"The dream was made by Zheng'er, and the words were spoken by Zheng'er. Why should I be ashamed?"

"You are in such a hurry to be my dream lover, and you don't even see if you are the right number one."

Fang Tianzhuo's contemplative appearance seemed a little silly to He Zheng, he laughed out loud, put his arms around Fang Tianzhuo's neck, and said softly: "Don't think about it, it's you, I know, you must be It will become what I like, and I will like it more and more.”

The benefits of Fang Tianzhuo's good mood are obvious, at least he won't suddenly lose his temper, making everyone feel threatened, and he won't drag people out and chop them up because of a trivial matter. Challenge He Zheng is completely different from him. Three Views. Although he sometimes makes He Zheng angry when he talks, He Zheng also knows that the three views between the two people cannot be settled in a while, and he is willing to let him have a little bit of it.

What makes He Zheng happy is that no matter how busy Fang Tianzhuo is, he will remember his hard pregnancy and come over to help him press his legs to lull him to sleep, and then return to the front hall to make a memorial.

With the palace lantern hanging high, Nanmenliang stood at the door and looked at His Majesty the Emperor, who was carefully tucking the quilt by the Queen just now after pressing her legs. She felt in a trance that this person was not the Majesty she knew, at least not in front of Queen He. In stark contrast to the decisive, cold and cruel man in the court.

To be honest, he really couldn't see what Queen He had to like. He always thought that if Fang Tianzhuo didn't have three wives and four concubines, he would have chosen someone who was as strong and capable as him as his lifelong partner. But He Zheng, he is obviously not.

A person like him should be one of the three thousand in the harem, not worthy of His Majesty's sole favor.

The only special thing about him is probably the vigorous vigor in him, tenacious like a weed, stepping down with one foot and falling down, but when that foot leaves, he can stand up trembling again.

But there are too many people surviving in the cracks, why did His Majesty fall in love with such a... a straw bag.

After thinking about it, Nanmen Liang thought it was probably because he was good-looking and hard to find in the world.

Fang Tianzhuo sat for a moment, waiting for his lover to breathe smoothly, then slowly leaned in and kissed the slightly open lips.

He left from the bed, and Nanmenliang immediately followed, first turning on the light on the table, and then kneeling respectfully to study ink.

"It's been cold these few days, let Shangyifang make a few more sets of warm clothes and send them over as soon as possible."

"It will be good for two days as usual, but how many more sets do you need to make for the queen?"

"Well." Fang Tianzhuo suddenly thought of something: "The white sable that I hunted last year, you can find it tomorrow and see if you can make a cape for the queen."

"Hey."

"Let's burn the floor heating ahead of time, he is arguing about the cold today."

"The slave remembered it."

The weather here is colder than modern times, and it is much colder. He Zheng woke up early in the morning, Fang Tianzhuo was not by his side as always, he wrapped himself in the quilt and curled up, and suddenly realized that it seemed to be a little warmer today than yesterday. Pulling off the bed curtain and sticking out his head, he found that the small steps in front of the bed were covered with a thick tiger skin carpet. It was hot, and he immediately looked out at the withered leaves: "Why does it seem warm today."

Shunyi immediately smiled and said, "Your Majesty ordered people to set the floor heating on fire in the middle of the night yesterday. The former Hall of Mental Cultivation will not burn until late November."

He Zheng held back the raised corner of his mouth and said, "Really?"

"No, it's like today, who doesn't know how much your Majesty loves you." When Nan Jing came in, she took a few sets of clothes and shook it off and carefully inspected it, saying, "Your Majesty is still worried about your rectification. Tian stayed in the room and was stuffy, so I quickly made thick clothes, I hope you go out for a walk more."

Where to go in winter.

He Zheng's head was too cold to panic, and he didn't give up a room with floor heating when the clothes came.

The Taiyuan Hospital has come to check the pulse at a fixed time since they returned to the palace. The expected date of birth was given on this day. About half a month later, He Zheng counted the days, touched his stomach, and suddenly became very worried.

One question replayed in his mind: Will I die in childbirth?

Even if he knew it was bad to think like this, he couldn't control the thought at all, would he go back if he died? Or go to the next world he doesn't know about?

This night, Fang Tianzhuo was rarely busy, so he went to bed early to sleep with him. In the middle of the night, He Zheng suddenly began to dream, Fang Tianzhuo opened his eyes and saw him curled up, sweating profusely, one hand tightly Grabbing his clothes, he immediately reached out and patted him: "Zheng'er?"

He Zheng opened his eyes abruptly after being shouted several times. His pupils were dilated, his eyes were red and he was gasping for breath.

Fang Tianzhuo held him in his arms and stroked his back with his palms. After he calmed down, he asked, "Have you had a nightmare?"

The tears that could not hold in He Zheng's eyes fell, he shrank in Fang Tianzhuo's arms, and it took a long time to say: "I may be dying."

Fang Tianzhuo's heart shrank slightly because of his words, and he reprimanded: "Nonsense."

It was the middle of the night, people were easily emotional, He Zheng's tears could not be controlled, he felt the man's lips fell on his face and kissed him.

Fang Tianzhuo's movements were gentle, and the tears were salty and bitter, He Zheng choked and said, "I'm afraid of pain, I'm afraid of death, I want to live, and I want to accompany Your Majesty forever."

"Zheng'er, Zheng'er? Look at me." He was unable to struggle in the nightmare, Fang Tianzhuo had to hold his face and said, "You will be fine, I will protect you and will not let anyone Someone took you away, you know?"

Perhaps it was his words that gave He Zheng a brief sense of security, He Zheng nodded, and fell asleep after being coaxed by him.

He Zheng began to become very anxious, and Origami Crane could not calm down. The day was like a countdown to his life. He ordered people to find a lot of books and inquired about some labor cases. When he encountered something bad, he couldn't help it. When he caught up with himself, when he met someone good, he thought that he was a man, and he must be different from a woman.

The imperial doctor's daily clinic saw that he was under too much pressure and was in a bad mood, so he informed Fang Tianzhuo of the matter, "Seeing that she is about to give birth, I'm afraid it's not right for the queen to be like this."

Fang Tianzhuo had to spend more time with him, but as long as He Zheng saw him, he would immediately become very aggrieved, and his tears could not stop. Fang Tianzhuo withdrew stiffly, and looked back after a while, he regained his calmness, he tentatively walked in, and He Zheng burst into tears when he saw him.

Fang Tianzhuo: "..."

He was overwhelmed, hesitantly stepped back and wanted to leave, but saw He Zheng open his hands actively: "Hug."

Fang Tianzhuo's eyes softened, and he came over and hugged his waist. He lowered his head and stroked He Zheng's head, and was suddenly hit on the back by him. He suspected that He Zheng was not on purpose, but then his waist was pinched by him. After a moment, Fang Tianzhuo frowned and grabbed his hand: "Zheng'er..."

He Zheng was pushed away by him, and his tears seemed to fall without money. Fang Tianzhuo sat down and wiped his face: "Are you angry with me?"

More than angry, He Zheng has the heart to bite him to death at this moment. All the fears in his life were brought to him by Fang Tianzhuo. In one year, it seems that he has experienced all the fears and fears of his life. To experience the most terrible thing.

He originally thought that he was big enough that a woman could give birth, so he should be fine, but as the delivery date approached, he found that he could not accept this fact more and more.

He was afraid of pain, but also afraid of death. He felt depressed and aggrieved, but he had no way of venting. The only way to relieve him was tears.

He suddenly grabbed Fang Tianzhuo's hand and bit it down, the pain made Fang Tianzhuo pinched his cheek reflexively, "What are you doing?"

He Zheng continued to shed tears, sobbing and looking at him, twitching as if Fang Tianzhuo took his best toy and beat him.

Fang Tianzhuo paused, took him into his arms, put his hand to his mouth again, and said in a low voice, "If you bite me, you will be happy? Huh?"

He Zheng bit down hard, and Fang Tianzhuo saw blood on his hand. The veins on his forehead jumped, and his face was ugly. He Zheng suddenly felt guilty again, licked the blood on it, and then threw his hand away. Like a koala, he pounced on his chest and sniffed.

His style is pitiful and hateful, and a bit ridiculous. Fang Tianzhuo took the injured hand and handed it to his face again: "Don't bite?"

He Zheng wiped his tears with his hands, disgusting: "Yuya."

Fang Tianzhuo couldn't help laughing: "Going for a walk?"

"Don't go." He refused, and reluctantly grabbed Fang Tianzhuo's clothes, muttering: "Unless Your Majesty hugs."

Fang Tianzhuo ordered someone to bring a cloak to wrap him, and picked him up with both hands, "I will take Zheng'er to the imperial garden to sit."

He Zheng buried his face in his arms, and the grievance and pain in his heart were slightly healed.

It was very windy outside, but Fang Tianzhuo hugged him and completely cut off the wind. When this man is not fierce, he can really give people an unparalleled sense of security.

He Zheng was carried to the pavilion in the imperial garden and put down. This small pavilion is well ventilated in summer and is a good place to cool off. If it is cold today, bamboo curtains have been hung around to block the wind, and a heater has been burned in the pavilion. , it is very warm.

He sat down on the soft slump and glanced at Fang Tianzhuo again, but he still loved and hated him, so he kicked at the stove, and Fang Tianzhuo quickly grabbed his foot: "Be careful of the charcoal falling out, Burns are hard to heal."

He Zheng retracted his feet in fear, lowered his head to look at the stove, tears fell silently, Fang Tianzhuo sat beside him and sighed: "If Zhenger has something on his mind, you might as well talk to me."

"I don't want to give birth." He Zheng held it back for a while, and said useless words like a child's temper: "I want to get rid of him!"