Fang Tianzhuo didn’t force it, and the two undressed and went to the couch. He Zheng lay on his side beside him and touched his stomach again, and his hands could clearly feel it. Seeing the little prince rolling forcefully, he felt unparalleled happiness in his heart.
He doesn’t know how many husbands in modern times can help their pregnant wife wash their feet and pinch their legs, but he knows that it is absolutely rare for someone who has the status of an emperor to do this. He rubbed against Fang Tianzhuo, The man gently held him in his arms, and said, “Can’t sleep?”
“hmm.” He Zheng hesitated and said, “I have one more thing to ask your majesty.”
“What is it?”
“I want to go out to see my brother.” Seeing his silence, He Zheng rubbed at him again, hugged his neck and said in a soft voice, “I know your majesty is angry, I promise, I won’t let my brother touch my leg in the future. Can you let me go out to see him? I haven’t seen him for a while, I really panic, and last time we broke up, and I didn’t have time to apologize to my brother…”
“I’m tired.” Fang Tianzhuo interrupted him, closed his eyes and said, “Let’s talk tomorrow.”
He Zheng looked at his handsome face and drew back his hand sullenly. He couldn’t help saying, “I listen to you. Can’t you promise me once?”
Fang Tianzhuo closed his eyes and said nothing. He Zheng frowned and looked at him for a moment, forcing himself to close his eyes. People easily get emotional at night, and the time is just right.
The next day, when He Zheng woke up, he was practicing his sword. He walked out of the door with his hair covered, looking at the handsome figure of the man, caressing his bulging abdomen, and his eyes shone slightly.
He secretly hoped that the little prince would be like his father when he grew up, but not like himself. He could only bully the weak and be afraid of the strong all his life.
Fang Tianzhuo put away his sword and turned around. He Zheng immediately took a towel from the maid’s hand tray to wipe his sweat. Fang Tianzhuo held his hand, kissed his lips again, and touched his hair. “Why are your clothes messy?”
He Zheng is used to being lazy. It is too much trouble to comb his hair and wear a crown every day. He prefers to tie it with a hairband. After listening, he rubbed his hand and returned the towel to the maid. He said, “Let’s eat first.”
At the dinner table, he waited on Fang Tianzhuo first. When he saw a smile in his eyes, he was in a good mood and mentioned his brother’s matter again with great expectation: “My brother must be angry about that last time. Anyway, I should apologize to him, your majesty. What do you think?”
Fang Tianzhuo’s good mood sank visible to the naked eye, and He Zheng quickly brought him two chopsticks and dishes. “After all, that’s my own brother, so I need to keep in touch, and your majesty doesn’t want me to have no relatives, does he?”
“I am the relative of Zheng’Er.”
“Of course, but that’s different after all.” He Zheng said softly, “Your Majesty, just bend the rules, will you?”
Fang Tianzhuo put down his chopsticks, took the cup and took a sip of water. He Zheng waited quietly for his answer. Fang Tianzhuo finally said, “I have work to do. Enjoy your meal Zheng’Er.”
He Zheng was stunned.
Fang Tianzhuo bypassed the table, and Nanmen Liang immediately followed. Seeing that the other party was about to go out, He Zheng suddenly stood up and tears welled up in his eyes: “I won’t move, I will live here. When will you promise me to see my brother? Only then I would move back.”
Fang Tianzhuo paused then left.
He Zheng sat down in the chair, and he felt very sad. It was useless for him to tell Fang Tianzhuo kindly, but if he lost his temper, it would annoy him and involve the innocent.
He admits that he likes Fang Tianzhuo, but it really makes him feel wronged. He doesn’t understand why Fang Tianzhuo is so persistent in this matter with his brother.
Fang Tianzhuo turned out of the Pize Temple, He Wenchu’s face flashed in his mind, and a faint killing intent flashed in his heart, he said in a deep voice, “Did he come here today?”
Nanmen Liang replied, “He comes every day, but according to your command, I ordered someone to stop him.”
Fang Tianzhuo’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he finally said nothing, he took his big step forward, but suddenly turned back, and suddenly stopped when he was about to step into the gate of Pize Temple.
Standing at the door, after listening for a moment, his eyebrows frown more tightly:
Why isn’t Zheng’Er making trouble today?