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

Ch 62

Fang Tianzhuo just finished thinking, a familiar scent filled his nose, He Zheng had already rubbed over, raised his sleeves and wiped the ashes on his face, the sparkling affection in his eyes slightly calmed the depression in his heart.

"Your Majesty has worked hard." He Zheng pulled his hand and sat down at the table. Nanmenliang immediately handed him a wet towel to wipe his hands. He Zheng stood by and looked at him when he heard a cough coming from behind. He asked the last dish that came out at the beginning, his eyes reddened by the chili pepper, and asked, "What about me?"

"Brother has also worked hard." He Zheng came over to help him sit down again, looked left and right, and was about to greet Nanmenliang to sit down together, but found that he was gone, just wondering, He Wenchu ​​already said: "I'm afraid I didn't look at it. When your Majesty was instructed by me, I was afraid of being killed, so I ran away quickly."

He Zheng tentatively looked at Fang Tianzhuo, nervous: "Your Majesty..."

Fang Tianzhuo frowned: "I won't kill him."

He Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and gave him some vegetables to please him: "Yes, Your Majesty doesn't care so much. You are exhausted today, so eat more."

The table was a bit big, and he couldn't reach it, so he stood up and took it to Fang Tianzhuo. He Wenchu ​​stopped, looked at it for a while, and suddenly called him: "He Zheng."

When he called his full name, it showed that he was angry. He Zheng retracted his chopsticks and served him food again. He Wenchu's anger suddenly came up. The rice is not for you to serve as Xiao Fu Di's servant."

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyes and frowned.

He Zheng bowed his head at a loss, He Wenchu ​​pursed his mouth, bit the tip of his tongue, still distressed in the end, and added vegetables to his bowl: "Eat well, no one needs you to care."

He Zheng nodded, but couldn't help but look at Fang Tianzhuo again. He didn't know what was wrong with him, so he just wanted the other Tianzhuo to be better, and even better, when he glanced at him, he wanted to grin.

The dishes on the table are on the spicy side, which are all He Zheng likes to eat. Fang Tianzhuo is not very good at spicy food.

"I checked some information. You can't eat too nutritious food now, otherwise it will be difficult for the fetus to give birth."

He Zheng nodded and said, "This imperial doctor said so."

"And you've gotten heavier recently. Do you feel particularly tired? Are you in a bad mood?"

He Zheng shook his head: "I'm fine. With my brother and His Majesty here, I'm in a very good mood."

"Mom said she liked to eat grapes when she was pregnant with you. There should be no shortage of fruits in the palace. You can eat more."

He Zheng couldn't help being happy and said, "Brother, don't worry, Your Majesty has everything here."

He Wenchu ​​wanted to say something, and closed his mouth again. He didn't agree with Fang Tianzhuo's aura, but He Zheng always peeked at Fang Tianzhuo. Obviously, he had been coaxed into not knowing the east, west, north, south and south of the two days since he didn't come. , I only hated Fang Tianzhuo's scheming.

He Zheng didn't know what He Wenchu ​​was thinking. He sat between the two and felt very happy. He had his brother and Fang Tianzhuo. If one day he could sit and eat with his parents, his life would be complete.

Fang Tianzhuo was busy with business, and left the table early again, but this time, he said hello: "I have to go ahead, the two of you eat slowly."

He remembered what He Wenchu ​​said last time.