In the end, Ying Yan returned to his car with ripples.

"Your Majesty really favors the eldest princess." Ying Yan left the Hou, the only person who followed Ying Zheng on this Western Tour and was responsible for taking care of Ying Zheng's daily life.

"For a long time, Yan'er, as the only child in Xianyang Palace, naturally had to be more favored." Ying Zheng said.

"It's so good." Nong Yu said, with a pair of warm eyes as jade as light as water, and a shallow fog lingering, and his mind was floating to where he didn't know.

"Do you envy Yan'er?" Ying Zheng saw Nong Yu's reaction, and with his understanding of Nong Yu, it was not difficult to imagine where Nong Yu's mind was at this time.

As an orphan who is not an orphan, Nong Yu's childhood life was not very good before meeting Zi Nu. Even if he met Zi Nu, Nong Yu's life would bid farewell to the miserable childhood, some roles in Nong Yu's life were not played by Zi Nu, after all.

For example, the role of father.

Therefore, when you see Ying Zheng's doting on Ying Yan, Nongyu unconsciously thinks of himself. Although he is not jealous, there is still envy that he should have.

"Yes, I'm very envious. When I was a child, I often imagined who my father was. If I had a father, how would we get along with each other. Before I was ten years old, I thought about what my father could give me if I had a father, fun toys, beautiful clothes, solid support, or something else..." Nong Yu recalled.

"Why just think so before I was ten years old?" Ying Zheng asked, and Nong Yu's words made him feel a little curious.

Nong Yu, the most artistic woman in Xianyang Palace, seems to have many secrets of her own, which are secrets that even Ying Zheng Yu Zinniao, or even her biological mother, have never known.

"Because I have grown up after I was ten years old." Nong Yu smiled. She seemed to enjoy Ying Zheng's doubts, because Ying Zheng's doubts proved that his mind was Nong Yu here, not in other women.

"Ten-year-old Nongyu?" Ying Zheng thought, "When I first met you, you were only twelve or thirteen years old, and you were only so tall at that time."

Ying Zheng said as he placed his palm on Nong Yu's shoulder, and then said, "When you were ten years old, you were probably only that tall."

While Ying Zheng was speaking, his palm had moved to Nong Yu's chest. This was undoubtedly a woman who was very good at hiding herself.

"How could you be an adult at that time?" Ying Zheng asked.

"I'm not talking about the body." Nong Yu held down Ying Zheng's hand, saying, "I'm talking about my consciousness."

As Ying Zheng looked at him, Nong Yu continued: "When I was ten years old, I no longer thought about what I could get from my father. What I thought was, if my father appeared in front of me, what could I give him."

"Then did you think of it?" Ying Zheng listened to Nong Yu's statement.

"My piano is my best thing." As Nong Yu spoke, a confident look appeared in his eyes. Obviously, this woman who has always been calm and steady also has something she is proud of.

"This is not bad. Your piano is the best in the world." Ying Zheng said.

"Is it the best in the world? That's not something I've ever thought about." Nong Yu said with a bit of pride while being reserved.

"But, my wish can't be realized after all." Nong Yu's reserve and pride soon turned into regret.

"Isn't it enough to have me as an audience?" Ying Zheng said.

"I am certainly satisfied with your audience, Your Majesty, but Your Majesty also needs to know that what I just said was my father, and he is different after all." Nong Yu said.

"Is there really a difference?" Ying Zheng was pushed away from Nong Yu's restraint by his palm pressed against his chest, and stroked Nong Yu's round little face and said.

"Of course it's different." Nong Yu said firmly, without any hesitation about this issue.

"I don't think so." Ying Zheng said.

"Your Majesty, you are making excuses." Nong Yu said indignantly.

We clearly have such a relationship, but you want me to be your daughter. There is no such truth in the world. Nong Yu thought to himself, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he felt.

Ying Zheng's words and deeds at this time obviously touched Nong Yu's sensitivity.

"Isn't it? Think about it carefully. Since more than ten years ago, did I take you as my daughter?" Ying Zheng said with his soft body.

"Your Majesty, that's different. I heard that Sister Honglian has been by Your Majesty since she was very young. Sister Honglian was younger than me at that time. Could it be like what Your Majesty said?" Nong Yu quickly found evidence that could make him refute Ying Zheng.

Honglian, the little princess that Ying Zheng bought from Han An, who was still the King of Han at that time for 99,999 gold. If it were to mention that Ying Zheng once raised the woman as his daughter, it would probably be Honglian.

"How could Nong Yu determine that Honglian used to treat me as her father?" Ying Zheng said.

"Your Majesty, you..." Nong Yu was stunned and then turned into a red jade. Obviously, she had already understood another meaning in Ying Zheng's words.

The experience in Zi Lanxuan made Nongyu’s knowledge very broad, so she was able to fully keep up with Ying Zheng’s ideas. Unfortunately, sometimes, she understands too much, but it may not be a good thing.

Just like Nong Yu now, he was ashamed and angry, and even fearful.

She never thought that deep in Ying Zheng's heart, she had such a terrible thought.

What made Nongyu even more frightened was that she was afraid that she would become the woman who cooperated with Ying Zheng.

The stories I heard were uncontrollably penetrated into Nong Yu's mind. Those...Nong Yu quickly interrupted his thoughts, that huge trap, a trap that can make people doomed.

"Okay, don't think about the past. Now, you are just making jade, my kind of making jade." Ying Zheng said.

"Yeah." At this time, Nong Yu felt relieved often, but there was always a trace of worry in his heart. In the next few months, only Ying Zheng and her were in this carriage.

What kind of story will happen in this carriage along the way? No one knows.

Can Nongyu get what he wants and satisfy all his fantasies? No one knows.

The only thing I know is that since then, Nong Yu never mentioned the word "father". Behind this word, there are other meanings. That meaning makes Nong Yu bury it in the depths of consciousness, and the deepest part, becoming a secret that only she and Ying Zheng know.
Chapter completed!