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

Ch 78

Fang Tianzhuo put on his court clothes and left, He Zheng stood in the room for a while, then sighed and climbed onto the bed.

In fact, he didn't know if what he thought was right or not. He just felt that since my brother could find a strange person in another world, it was impossible for Fang Tianzhuo to find it.

Everything that happens in this world must have a causal relationship, he always believed.

He Zheng stared and fell asleep for a while, but when Fang Tianzhuo came back, he developed a low-grade fever, and the cold feet last night still caused damage to his body.

He Zheng wrapped in a fur coat and took the medicine obediently, snorted his breathless nose, and complained in a low voice, "It's all your fault for being so impulsive, it's over now, I'm going to suffer from the root of the disease, and I will definitely not be able to live a long life with you in the future. already."

Fang Tianzhuo fed him, frowning, probably a little regretful, so he remained silent.

He refused to take the bitter medicine, and the effect of this medicine was not so good. Fortunately, Fang Tianzhuo was urging him on the side, and it did not worsen. He Zheng's muffled little nasal voice dragged on until the confinement, but it wasn't completely clear.

The full moon banquet for the eldest royal son was also a state affair, and Fang Tianzhuo gave it a very flamboyant pomp. The full moon baby is no longer so lethargic. Every time he wakes up, He Zheng can't put it down. He holds the rattle and teases it. signal.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Fang Tianzhuo ordered He Zheng to go out for the New Year's Eve dinner. He asked Nan Jing to carry the child with him. For the first time, He Zheng knew that there were so many people in the royal family. The princess' family was packed full of room.

As soon as he arrived, everyone stood up to see him, He Zheng smiled lightly, and asked him to sit beside Fang Tianzhuo after he got up.

He usually never leaves the door without two doors, and he knows very little about ancient etiquette, so the people here don't know much, and he laughs whenever he can. During the banquet, he suddenly found that someone was looking at him, he immediately followed his line of sight to look over, and suddenly his heart sank—

Fang Tian painting!

The man's face similar to Fang Tianzhuo was half-smiling, but He Zheng also saw a kind-looking young monk standing behind him. He retracted his gaze, and something suddenly flew past in front of him.

With a crisp sound, Fang Tianhua was squeezed by the shoulders of the monk and avoided.

The needles could be heard falling in the staggered hall of Gongchou.

Fang Tianzhuo said coldly: "If Thirteen's eyes don't want them, I will gouge them out for you."

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his hands together, Fang Tianhua shook his shoulders and threw his hands away, and said with a smile, "I'm rude."

He Zheng found out later that Fang Tianzhuo had thrown a cup just now. The cup passed through the room and was dodged by Fang Tianhua before hitting the wall.

He Zheng ate silently, and he was actually afraid of Fang Tianhua, because this fellow was a total pervert and couldn't see him as an ordinary person.

Fang Tianhua lowered his head, poked the fruit on the table with his chopsticks, and said coldly, "Damn bald man."

The monk reminded him of the breeze and moonlight: "The donor needs to know how to be grateful."

"Pooh."