The Man Who Married a Tyrant [Book Wearing][MTL]

Ch 55

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 when he was so young. 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 the country can't even eat this bowl of brown rice."

He Zheng's eyelashes are trembling, how could he know, he only knows 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 felt that ice cubes were very troublesome to cool down the heat, it was just a matter of words. The only trouble was the servants, and he didn'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 does not allow Fang Tianzhuo to look down on him, saying that if he leaves him, he will not be able to live by himself.

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

He Zheng angrily: "You..."

Fang Tianzhuo lightly got up to wash, then sat down 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 up and see."

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

"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?"