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

Ch 70

"It's all full-term, how can I take it off?" Fang Tianzhuo told the truth lightly.

It was obvious that he had just hugged himself, but He Zheng still instantly felt that he didn't care about himself at all, he said angrily: "You might as well cut me up, at least I can live with him."

Fang Tianzhuo's tone was calm: "I have the best imperial hospital, you will be fine."

He Zheng was annoyed by his expression of controlling everything: "Why do you think I'll be fine?"

"If I say no, I won't." Fang Tianzhuo looked over with a serious expression: "Relax your mind and don't ask for trouble."

"Why do I ask myself for troubles, my troubles are clearly brought to me by you!"

Fang Tianzhuo pursed his lips and sighed for a moment: "How can you spread branches and leaves for me in the future with such a nature."

He Zheng opened his moist eyes: "You, how many more do you want?"

"It's best to have nine sons." Fang Tianzhuo looked over, and before Zhan could say anything, He Zheng suddenly got up from the couch and walked out.

He never imagined that Fang Tianzhuo had already seen him go from morning sickness to edema, and then to the nightmares he is today, and he still hadn't given up the idea of ​​having nine children.

In other words, even if he survives to give birth to eight children, he may die when the ninth is born. He didn't understand Fang Tianzhuo's obsession, and he couldn't understand it, but because of this little bit of unpleasantness, his heart was suddenly enlarged, stuffy and bloated.

He opened the curtain, the cold wind blew, his body was immediately pulled back by Fang Tianzhuo, and the cloak wrapped around him again, "Be careful of catching a cold."

He Zheng pushed him away and said patiently, "Please don't appear in front of me for the time being, Your Majesty, I want to go out for a walk by myself."

He wrapped his cloak and walked out, and the cold wind gradually solidified his emotions. He walked silently for a while, and he felt a broken pot in his heart. He hoped that he would die in this production, and Fang Tianzhuo would regret it for the rest of his life.

But thinking of that ending, he was very reluctant. In addition to the previous life, he was only in his twenties, and he had not lived enough.

After walking for a while, he suddenly noticed that the palace staff came and went, and he seemed to be much busier than usual: "What's going on in the palace recently?"

Shunyi hurriedly answered: "The first day of the twelfth lunar month is His Majesty's birthday. At that time, ancestors will be worshipped and prayed, and hundreds of officials will worship. Your Majesty will take this auspicious day to pray for the common people, and each province will also set up altars to ask His Majesty to live forever."

Such a big show is also thanks to Fang Tianzhuo being the son of heaven. According to superstition, some people's lives are not big enough, I'm afraid they can't hold it, but they will lose their lives.

He Zheng said: "I haven't heard him say it."

"Everyone should have known about such important events."

He Zheng turned to look at the pavilion, the man was still standing there, too far away, he couldn't see Fang Tianzhuo's expression, he only knew that he should be looking at himself.

He Zheng turned away, continued to walk forward, and said, "I can't sleep all night in these few days, but he is very proud of the spring breeze."

Nan Jing and Shunyi looked at each other, and the former said, "I don't know what to say if this servant has something to say."