It’s not that Fang Tianzhuo hasn’t heard similar words, but few people can say it as candidly as He Zheng, as if it is how things should be, as if he was born to like him.

Fang Tianzhuo kissed his cheek, He Zheng shrank his shoulders in reflex and Fang Tianzhuo returned to his chair in a good mood. He picked up the pen and said, “Don’t be in a daze, it’s good to study how to grind ink.”

He Zheng had to continue grinding ink. Usually it looked easy when he was watching TV, but now he realizes that it is not easy. The most important thing is that this is a job of patience, but this is not a game console, how can he be patient? !

He Zheng quickly used the ink stick after grinding for a while as if he was venting hard. He then slowed down his movements because of soreness and dejection. He was still dizzy and sleepy after standing for a while.

Fang Tianzhuo suddenly said, “Put it down.”

He Zheng immediately threw away the ink ingot and cheered up: “Then can I retire?”

Fang Tianzhuo said, “Massage my leg.”

Massage your uncle’s leg.

[**He is cursing the emperor]

He Zheng squatted down obediently, clenching fists with both hands and hammering on his legs, wishing he could break his legs directly, but his strength is indeed limited. Massaging his legs is physical work for him, while squatting on his knees without realizing it, he knelt at Fang Tianzhuo’s feet and fell asleep.

There was a slight weight on his leg, Fang Tianzhuo looked down and saw the He Zheng tilting his head, his cheek resting on his thigh, he was still a little conscious, and when he realized that he was holding his thigh, he forced his eyes open and continued massaging his legs. After a while he stopped moving.

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his head and frowned. Studying ink is the foundation of learning, and massaging legs is the foundation of serving others. Is this He Zheng really the one from He Xianggo’s family?

He patted He Zheng’s face, his forehead is hot.


Nan Menliang trotted in immediately, Fang Tianzhuo said, “Go and call the imperial doctor.”

This time, He Zheng’s wind-chill worsened, he had a high fever, and he was dazed and had nightmares. Fang Tianzhuo sat on a chair and flipped through a book until Luo Yuanhou finished his diagnosis. He then asked without raising his head, “How is it?”

Luo Yuanhou frowned and said in a low voice, “Reporting to Your Majesty, it must have been because he was frightened. I will add some medicine and he should take it together with the Cold Pills, so that he can rest and recover in a few days.”

“Then there will be a reward for Imperial Doctor Luo. ”

”Your Majesty’s words are serious, it is your duty.”

Luo Yuanhou got up to pack his things, but he couldn’t help looking at the bed. In the final analysis, if he hadn’t made the fertility drug himself, He Zheng wouldn’t have been sent to the palace as a fertility tool, and he wouldn’t have gotten sick so frequently.

His chest was stuffy and painful, Luo Yuanhou stepped back and walked out of the palace gate.

He Zheng was dazed and had nightmares, watching Fang Tianzhuo cut off the palace maid’s feet, the maid cried out to the sky, her whole body was blood-stained red, struggling to crawl towards him, screaming as she crawled: “It’s all your fault! It’s all your fault… Give my feet back, give my feet back!!”

The nightmares repeated, He Zheng was so burned out that it was hard to wake up, so he could only struggle in vain and babble inaudible words.

The high fever lasted all night, and it didn’t stabilize until the early morning. When He Zheng woke up, he found himself in a trance in a different place.

He sat up abruptly, his eyes swayed again, shook his head, and pulled away from the heavy bed. A young eunuch with a handsome face stepped forward and said with joy, “Young master is awake, this servant will send someone here. Report back to Your Majesty.” He called someone to help He Zheng out of bed.

He Zheng asked suspiciously, “Who are you?


He remembers that this Shunyi is also a character in the original book, and he is quite clever. He looked around in confusion and asked, “I changed where I live?”

“This is the Pize Hall, which Your Majesty gave to you yesterday. In the final analysis, it was also to block the mouth of the noble concubine. Don’t worry, Your Majesty will come here often.”

He Zheng wished that he would never come to see him. But he actually has a house, and it is such a big house. He Zheng can’t wait to get out of bed and run to explore. This place is really not small. When running around, he encounters several new faces who greet him, all of whom are sent to serve.

He Zheng is a little excited, he has a house! Such a big house, and a nanny to serve. This is a dream life! !

But this enthusiasm quickly died down. He was only wearing a single shirt, and he was wearing a coat that was hurriedly draped over his body. He stared at the closed door in front of him, and his mood became unhappy again.

He felt that there was more than one door in front of him, as if there were dozens or hundreds of them, and he was locked in these layers of tightly closed doors. It’s true that Pize Hall was awarded to him, but in the end, he was just borrowing it.

If you don’t lose your life, maybe you can live for decades. If you lose your life, someone new will move in soon.

He Zheng sat in front of the bronze mirror, he looked at himself with long hair fluttering, then lowered his head to look at the wide sleeves on his body, and sighed again.

He doesn’t know when Imperial Doctor Luo will be able to take him away. To be honest, Imperial Doctor Luo is actually quite good. He has excellent medical skills, is honest and gentle, and is considerate. If he can get himself out, it is not unacceptable for him.

He was busy playing games all day in modern times, and he had never met anyone who could meet his eyes.

Because of his physical discomfort, He Zheng fell back to sleep without eating much for breakfast. He is now confined in his palace, and has nothing to do. After sleeping, he wakes up in a daze. He doesn’t live in Fang Tianzhuo’s palace, and he doesn’t see anyone else for a day.

In the afternoon, Luo Yuanhou came over. He Zheng, who was lying in front of the window looked at the palace gate in a daze, his eyes immediately lit up: “The imperial doctor!”

Luo Yuanhou was taken aback, and he said quickly: “There is an open window over there, Gongzhi, pay more attention.”

He Zheng reached out and closed the window, and turned back in two steps. Luo Yuanhou had already walked in, and he asked, “Why did you come here?”

“Your Majesty ordered me to pay more attention to the gongzhi’s condition, and you must not get sick again, so run more frequently.”

He Zheng asked him to check his pulse for two minutes. Staring at him, Luo Yuanhou’s ears gradually turned red.

“Gongzhi, why are you looking at me like this?”

He Zheng said, “I just can’t find someone to talk to.”

When they saw the doctor, Shunyi and a few palace servants stood with their heads bowed, not daring to say what they wanted to say. When he came, He Zheng lowered his eyelashes and asked, “Am I alright?”

“The fever has gone down, but Gongzhi is physically weak, so you need to pay more attention. It seems that he was in a daze at the window just now. Remember he should not be exposed to the cold wind.”

He Zheng stared: ” I’m weak?”

No man likes being told that he is weak, but he thought that the original owner seemed to have been abused since he was a child, and he was indeed easy to get sick, so he changed the subject: “Then can I walk in the yard?”

“If you wear thick clothes then It is possible.”

“Then you can walk with me in the yard.”

Luo Yuanhou nodded.

When they left, the palace people were watching from the corridor. The yard was so big, and walking around was just a matter of walking around, but the space was large, and the words were not so easy to hear.

He Zheng asked him, “If I were better, would you not come?”

Luo Yuanhou’s heart ached slightly again. He whispered, “I’ve passed on books with my friends in Jianghu and I’m sure I’ll come up with countermeasures as soon as possible to take you out of the palace .”

He Zheng said: “If we left, will Fang Tianzhuo hunt us down?”
It seems a little exciting to think about it.

“Gongzhi, be careful!” Luo Yuanhou reminded him not to call the king’s name directly, He Zheng secretly shrank his head, he sighed, and said, “The sky is big and there is always a place to stay. It’s just…”


“He Xiangguo Send you to the palace, if you leave, I’m afraid the He family will be implicated.”

He Zheng had already thought about this, and he said indifferently: “It’s none of my business.” He Zheng doesn’t care whether they live or die.

Luo Yuanhou was a little surprised by his rudeness, but also felt that his words were frank and pleasing, and said: “If the gongzhi is ready, we can make the plan in a month.”

He Zheng looked over immediately, Luo Yuanhou said: “The custom of spring and autumn prey, after one month, it is spring hunting.”

He Zheng felt that a month was too long, but thinking that he would still be grounded for a month, he felt that it was just right, he said: “Do you have a detailed plan?”

“Next time. Preliminary plan…”

“Your Majesty is here—”

A loud shout interrupted Luo Yuanhou’s unspoken words, He Zheng scratched his heart, but he still had to kneel down with Luo Yuanhou and salute: “Greeting your Majesty.”

Fang Tianzhuo After striding in, his long, dark eyes stopped on them, and said, “Rise.”

The  two stood up, He Zheng subconsciously patted his knee, Nan Menliang’s forehead jumped again, and he looked sideways at Fang Tianzhuo, seeing his indifference, he smiled again.

Fang Tianzhuo walked towards He Zheng. Luo Yuanhou consciously stood to one side.

“How is your body?”

“The imperial doctor said I’m almost healed.”

Fang Tianzhuo reached out and touched his forehead, then held his hand: “Why is your hand so cold?”

“Cold?” He sighed then rubbed his hand, then put his hand in his hand again, and asked, “So what?”

Fang Tianzhuo stared at his clear eyes. With a smile, he stretched out his arms and hugged him, he bowed his head and kissed He Zheng: “It’s still cold, I’ll keep you warm when I go back to the house.”

Luo Yuanhou lowered his head, Nan Menliang smiled and complemented: “The imperial doctor is a good doctor.”

Luo Yuanhou smiled: “Your majesty is praising me too much.”

Nan Menliang sighed: “He Xiang’s son is really a stunner, and His Majesty loves him very much… If it is true, how can you give birth to a dragon son, the imperial doctor is the best!”

Nanmen Liang said With envy on his face, he cupped his hands again: “At that time, our family will rely on you a lot.”

Luo Yuanhou’s face remained unchanged, and he said gently, “It is the duty of a minister to do things for Your Majesty. As for the first merit… I really don’t deserve it.”

Nan Menliang let out a soft chuckle and brushed past him.

Luo Yuanhou’s eyes were gloomy, and he pursed his lips and left.

Once again carried by Fang Tianzhuo onto the bed, He Zheng rolled over and rolled away as soon as he was put down, saying, “I haven’t eaten yet.”

Fang Tianzhuo grabbed his ankle and pulled him over, saying, “Zheng’er You must abide by your duty and think that you should relieve my worries first.”

He came to kiss but He Zheng pushed, and said loudly: “Hungry!”

Fang Tianzhuo raised his eyebrows: “This is the right time.”

He Zheng didn’t care: “I am hungry!”

Fang Tian Zhuo asked: “Zheng’er wants to resist the decree and disobey?”

He Zheng was persuaded. Fang Tianzhuo was satisfied, he bullied him up and was kissing him, when a low voice suddenly came out from under him: “hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry…”

Fang Tianzhuo: “…”

He stared at the person under his body. The person who gave up the struggle, met his gaze, tears of grievance filled his eyes, and sang a word and cried: “Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry…… ”

Because of crying too much a snot bubble came out.

The author has something to say:
Fang Huang questioned: Could it be that I can’t manage his meal?
Later, after Fang Huang lost his stunning man, he gained a stunning… pig.
Piglet: Goo?


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The Man Who Married a Tyrant

The Man Who Married a Tyrant

Score 7.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2019 Native Language: Chinese
He Zheng became cannon fodder for the tyrant. The original cannon fodder, relying on his beauty and fertile physique, he thought that he had been loved by the tyrant for a while but in the end he was killed. His body was not even left intact. The most frightening thing is that he had been transmigrated to the night when he was offered to the tyrant. He called the sky and the earth for help but it failed, waiting for the tyrant to arrive— He Zheng: Help, spare my life! ! After a long time, the tyrant became a virtuous man and cultivated himself, but a more exciting news spread rapidly: “Can you guess who is the scariest in this palace?” ” It is the empress. If you look at him for a long time, his majesty will personally dig out your eyes.”


  1. Nura Ol’Blast says:

    This is just hilarious

  2. Lala says:

    I feel like the emperor doesn’t really make sense how does he have so much patience for him but not for anyone else?
    Thank you for the translation!!

    1. Csycrus says:

      The Emperor hates women, as for the MC, he is the only man in the harem so naturally he is the only one the Emperor can be patient with. I think it makes sense but…idk

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