The Hickey of the Demon Lord: The Substitute Princess

Chapter 292

Nan Gongzheng pressed Tong's hand, as if he was still a child who easily lost his way, and he was not only responsible for his brother's identity, but also his father's identity.His wish is that Tong can live the life he wants. "Don't care what other people think."

Tong lowered his head, no one could see through his expression.Even Zheng didn't know if he felt extremely sad when he said these words. "I do everything willfully, as if Zheng would not be angry. If it wasn't for Zheng's slap back then, I might not have woken up, and I might still be living so heartlessly..."

"What troubles do you have now?" Nangong Zheng knew that the current Tong was very similar to him some time ago, the young man who made him feel helpless and at a loss.

Tong's voice was a little cold and calm, as if to prove that what he said was the truth now. "Thank you Zheng for helping me. Even if others doubted the relationship between you and me, even if I once lost myself in the confusion of emotions, you didn't scold me a word for that incident."

Nangong Zheng's black eyes flashed, the memories of the past made his inner emotions run wildly, like a wild horse that had run wild, about to rush out of his chest.

He has become very scary now, at least the maids who came and went hurriedly lowered their heads when they saw it, not daring to look at him at all.

Nan Gongtong was finally willing to raise his face, he silently scanned the scenery in front of him, and said in a deep voice. "I know that you want me to forget everything, but you may also be aware that forgetting this matter is not something I want to do, but I can do it."

"I've already killed that person." Nangong Zheng lowered his voice, without emotion, and left a sentence without ups and downs.

Shocked.

Of course, Nan Gongzheng's identity is not worth mentioning no matter how many people he killed, but Nan Gongtong knew very well who the person he was talking about was.

His eyes sank, and there was only a look of sternness left. Nangong Zheng knew that Tong heard it clearly, so he didn't need to repeat it again.

"I know, I've always known." Nan Gongtong smiled lightly after a long time, at least the smile was very light, very light, and a gust of wind could blow away the carelessness.

Nangong Zheng pressed Nangongtong's shoulder with one hand, and said viciously. "Forget about that, I said nothing ever happened, it just didn't."

"Isn't this self-deception?" Nan Gongtong muttered to himself in a low voice, filled with pain in his eyes.

Nangong Zheng didn't speak for a long time, and then he sat quietly beside Tong, his eyes fell on Tong, and he asked a question. "Tong, do you know why I practiced martial arts so hard back then?"

"It's because you want to protect me." Nan Gongtong replied almost without thinking.

"Wrong, first of all, back then I had to learn to protect myself. If I protected you, it would not be empty talk. The princes seldom focused on learning martial arts. Even if they did, it was just a few sets of fancy fists and embroidered legs. If I learned it, I would be able to fight." Did you get down on them?" Nangong Zheng looked straight into Tong's eyes, and his words were very plain, but there was a kind of power hidden in them, which made Tong unable to veto. "No. It's easy for me to beat them down, but what I actually want to do is to defeat them. That's why I spent so many years keeping a low profile and carefully planning to drive Nangong Yuan to the death. Relentless."

Nan Gongtong suddenly stopped avoiding Nan Gongzheng's gaze, but his brows had never been relaxed, and the haze in his eyes was unstoppable.

Nangong Zheng looked at him with cold eyes: "I always keep my back injury, why? It's because, this is a shame that I will never forget in my life, so I let them exist ugly on my back, every day, As long as I touch it, I can't soften my heart. Then, in the years when I went to the border, there were too many stories of life and death, but I didn't let any swords and weapons leave more wounds on my body, because the most serious, The most indelible scars have already been engraved on me, enough is enough."

"Brother, don't talk about it, I'm sorry to hear that." Nan Gongtong turned his face away, although he knew it well, but when he heard this again, he still couldn't restrain his heartache.

Nangong Zheng finally broke the secret in his heart: "I'm telling you this, not to make you sad, what I want to tell you is that Nangongtong and Nangongzheng are different. I don't want you to become the same person as me, I want Give you the best life, even this country, will be yours after all."

"You mean the throne? I didn't say I want it." Nan Gongtong froze on the spot, all of his blood disappeared, and his heart was full of uneasiness and fear.That is not the position he is greedy for.If you really told Nan Gongzheng, the biggest difference between their brothers is that he has no ambition, no ambition, no talent, how can he become a good emperor?

"Outsiders think that I am domineering, but in fact, in the past two years, the status of the throne in my heart has become less and less." Nan Gongzheng's expression became lighter, and he said something lightly.

Nan Gongtong shook his head, his attitude became more determined. "I don't want it, Zheng. You sit on this throne very well, better than anyone else. I can't catch up with you in my life, and I don't want to surpass you for a moment."

Nan Gongzheng patted him on the shoulder lightly, and he could feel the texture under his palm became firmer, and Tong was no longer that sick and weak boy who only knew how to play lip service. "I'll give you a few years to practice preparation."

"If I'm not ready in my life, I hope to maintain the status quo." Nan Gongtong swallowed a lot of bitterness, and looked at him with unspeakable emotions: "I don't know what to say. My mood towards politics has always been the same. It's worship."

"You are intelligent by nature, and you have a few confidant ministers to assist you, so you will do better than me." Nangong Zheng relieved him and gave him a way out.At that time, whenever Nan Gongtong changes his mind, he will have a chance to step down.

Nan Gongtong stood up suddenly, angry like a child: "I said no."

Nan Gongzheng became silent, Tong Bei turned around, his eyes were full of choppy ups and downs. "I don't want to quarrel with the government over this matter, and Su Min has just woken up, you should take some time to accompany her, I also have some things to be quiet and think about carefully."

"That's another day." Nan Gongzheng nodded with a calm expression, as if he wanted Tong to think about the decision just now.

"I really hope that I can go back to the past. I don't know if I can go back to the past..."

Nan Gongtong looked at the handsome back of Nan Gongzheng leaving, his eyes darkened again and again, he smiled faintly, sighed softly, extremely miserable.

Back at the Three Princes' Mansion, Qiao's mother said that Princess Huiping waited for him for a whole day, and did not go back until it was dark.

Yes, today is the day she said she wanted to make it clear to him.

And he missed the appointment.

It's not that he couldn't go back, but he was alone, staying in the garden of the palace for most of the day.Like a ghost, with nowhere to go.

Princess Huiping, no, Qi Zhen'er has always been a guest of the Three Princes' Mansion.

No, maybe no one in the whole house has long regarded her as a guest.Apart from not living in the palace for a long time, she is more like the owner of the palace. She has been with him all the time and is already familiar with his temperament.

She said that she wanted to live the life of an ordinary woman, of course he understood what she meant, if he couldn't give it to her, then he should also cut off her completely instead of breaking ties.

"When you want to see me, I have to show up. When you say you can't leave, I can only wait. But have you ever thought about why I did this? What power did you give me to do this?" Do?"

I remember, the last time they met, she was crying hysterically, not like the docile and well-behaved woman in the past.

At that time, he didn't dare to reach out and touch her face, her tears.

He has always lived his life selfishly.

This time, it was also his fault, the fault was that he clearly understood what she meant and what she wanted, but he couldn't give it to her.

Everyone knew that he was wrong, Zhen'er was an approachable woman, she didn't have the airs of a princess at all, she was knowledgeable, gentle and pleasant.

Even though he was the master of the Three Princes' Mansion, the balance of right and wrong did not tilt in his direction.

So, this time, with the eyes of the whole shop accusing him, he smiled, that smile, bitter, although it didn't damage his handsome face, it stained Shui Can's pupils with a layer of disappointment.

It turned out that if he didn't say anything, she would leave without looking back.

It was his wishful thinking, thinking that she didn't care about waiting an extra night after waiting for three years.

Or, even if he met Zhen'er, his heart still hasn't been completely opened, is it still dusty?Well, he was so unfair to her.

His emotions were chaotic and fragmented. He slept with his clothes on in the cold night, but with his eyes open until dawn.

three months later.

seventh day.

On this day, the palace was very busy. There were a lot of maids coming and going in the empress' bedroom. Su Min started to go into labor from the early morning, and it was not until near noon that she gave birth to a boy.

This is good news for the entire dynasty.

As if using up all the energy she had accumulated for a long time, Su Min fell asleep before even speaking to Nangong Zheng.Nan Gongzheng stood outside the door for a long time, waiting anxiously and restlessly. He didn't listen to Ling Feng who was comforting him beside him. After half a day, he almost became impatient.

The feeling of being a father for the first time was very strange and hard to describe. He couldn't keep his composure.

It wasn't until the cry pierced the sky that he hurriedly pushed open the door and walked straight to the inner hall.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Mother Qiao handed the baby wrapped in a golden swaddle to Nangong Zheng. He didn't dare to use any more force, for fear of hurting this fragile little guy.

He is a very beautiful child, at least in his eyes, so he thinks so.

Putting the child with closed eyes beside her gently, he stared at her quietly, took the towel with his own hands, and wiped the sweat off her face, he sympathized with her hard work, but his heart seemed to be on fire. It's very hot.

(End of this chapter)