My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

From the gate to the downstairs, Song Yuan also ran all the way, and she was not wet, but she did not dare to be too big in this weather. She really got a cold and got sick, at least it would be uncomfortable for a week, just entered At the door, she said hello to Rong Ting, and she took up her pajamas and ran to the bathroom.

Rong Ting waits for Song Yuan to come back for dinner every day. There is no taifu here, and he also arranges his time well.

Today's schoolwork has been completed and the characters have been practiced. Moreover, the mystery of the book knowledge here, he always feels that his mind and vision are much broader than before.

Song Yuan washed her head and took a bath. Her whole body came out warm. Winter was the season of sticking. At this moment, she looked at the meal on the dining table and her index finger was wide open, but she was not braving the heat. Once heated, Rong Ting followed her. Although he didn't say it clearly, his nostalgia for her was basically visible to anyone with eyes.

The little prince was short of motherly love.

Song Yuan used to share daily things with Rong Ting, but today she doesn't want to share it.

If the child heard that she was playing an umbrella with another man today, she would be so angry that she couldn't sleep at night. I do n’t know if Her Majesty ’s Majesty is usually too majestic. Rong Ting said that as long as she was happy, in fact, he really hoped that she would be happy with his father.

Cuckoo really likes her very much, but he worships his father in his bones very much, although he didn't say.

After eating, Rong Ting took the initiative to help Song Yuan clean up together. The aunt had left. Fortunately, there was a dishwasher at home. After eating and drinking enough, Song Yuan asked Rong Ting to take a bath.

Both mother and son were fragrant, and were sitting on the sofa watching TV shows.

Song Yuan has no hobbies to pursue dramas. Rong Ting is not very interested in TV dramas and cartoons, but in the winter, it is impossible to go out for a cold wind. The entertainment activities that two people can participate in at the same time are watching TV. .

Recently, Song Yuan chased a cross-net drama under the colleague's Amway.

In fact, you don't need to have a colleague, Amway. The actor is a little fresh meat that Song Yuan likes very much. In order to support his love of beans, of course, Song Yuan has to join hands to see it.

This drama is a group portrait drama. Song Yuan was not spoiled by the male and female protagonist's CP. Instead, he liked the vice CP, but the vice CP was obviously sadistic.

The deputy CPs have successively led the lunch box in this episode. Song Yuan can't stand this kind of play. This show not only has the actors' appearance and acting skills online, the costume props are also very sophisticated, the picture quality is also very clear, giving people a look The feeling of the movie is even more terrible because bgm was too tearful. As soon as the prelude came out, Song Yuan's eyes became red.

Rong Ting found this TV series very boring.

Unlike other children, he is not interested in adult TV shows, and cartoons are more boring.

He turned his head inadvertently, seeing the tears coming out of his mother sitting next to him, feeling very thrilled.

"Why is her mother crying?" Rong Ting asked in wonder.

Song Yuan wiped her tears, and she also felt so nervous in front of the child, "Don't you feel uncomfortable? The only thing I can't stand is the relationship between life and death. It's such a pain." My lover is dead and I ’m still alive. Of course it ’s more painful for a gray-haired person to give a dark-haired person. ”

Is it the most painful thing when your lover is dead and still alive?

Rong Ting thought, but still said, "The mother shed tears for the drama, it is really rich and delicate."

Song Yuan was a little embarrassed. "Okay, mainly because I really like this pair."

She had already stopped tears at this moment, crying uncomfortably for the TV episode in front of the child, as if she would seem to be a childish Aiko.

Rong Ting didn't know if it was affected by her. He used to watch TV dramas this evening, and he would vomit every day. Either he voiced hot eyes in costumes of period dramas, or the people in the voicing were unruly. In a word, a lot of. Today is very strange. He didn't say anything. Even in the costume drama, the male lead enters and exits the harem at will, and even pulls and hugs the female lead. Rong Ting is just an expression that he didn't see and did not express his own evaluation.

Rong Ting just thought of his father.

That year he followed his father to Xia Yang, and he forgot exactly what he did. At that time, he was still young, three or four years old. All I know is that Father Emperor seems to have something very important.

After all, the child's memory is limited. He has forgotten many things, but there is one thing that comes to mind with the words of his mother today.

On the way to Xia Yang that year, he passed a manor and took a short rest. The father saw a young woman. At that time he was sitting next to the father and saw the father emperor's loss.

At that time, he was very naughty, and while playing, he accidentally heard a whispered discussion from the accompanying maid in the manor.

The palace maid lowered her voice and said that the young woman looked a bit like her mother. Now the father and the emperor saw it and noticed that he was definitely going to the palace, maybe he would also become a concubine.

He didn't know what that meant at the time, but he was curious, because when he had never met his mother, when he wanted to meet the young woman, he found that she was not at the manor.

In the evening, the old woman took care of him as usual, and he was very puzzled, asking if the young woman today looked like a mother-in-law.

Before the old palace girl answered, the father-in-law came in and let everyone in the room go out. Only him and his father-in-law were left in the room. He was a little disturbed.

The father emperor sat on the chair and looked at the candles. He didn't know what he was thinking. Later, the father emperor said to him, "No, you remember, there is no one like her in this world, nor will she be her."

In the end, the young woman did not enter the palace as others suspected, and her father punished a group of people for this. During that time, the pressure was very low and many people were upset.

Now that I think of it, there should be someone who wants to use that young woman to build momentum, but unfortunately that person miscalculated the mind of Tianzi.

Before going to bed at night, Rong Ting was lying on the bed. Song Yuan was preparing to tell him the bedtime story as usual. Rong Ting shook his head and hesitated to say to her: "After the mother, Gu Gu did n’t understand the relationship between men and women, but she thought, I have you in my father's heart. "

Song Yuan froze and touched his head with a smile, "Well, I see."

After knowing that Rong Ting was in awe of his father and emperor's worship, she would never speak those words in front of him again.

After all, although she has forgotten that memory, it does not mean that it does not exist. If she denies this, what will the child think, she shows the instinct of the emperor's character in front of the child, and the child who is unhappy in the end is the child.

The future is still growing.

Cuckoo will someday accept the fact that his parents have been "divorced."

Before he didn't accept, she didn't have to press his head to admit it.

Probably, what Coo Gu said still had an impact, and Song Yuan, who slept well for a long time, dreamed again.

In her dreams, she seemed to go shopping in ancient costumes. It was in the evening, and she followed a person excitedly to put on the lantern.

When Kong Ming's lantern rose into the sky, the night was beautiful, and many people were setting it on. She held her hand and she was a little shy, but still clasped tightly with him.

She raised her head to look at the man's face, but her dream was blurred and she could not see at all.

"Rounding around, Kong Ming lantern can also be regarded as a shooting star, I want to make a wish!" This is what she was talking about.

The man just chuckled.

"I want Ziheng to be healthy and live a long life!"

"Is this your wish?"

"Yep!"

"Women's wish is nothing more than mutual affection and longevity. The garden is really different, and it is especially concerned about me."

"Do n’t be moved too early. I ’m a poisonous person. If you do something that hurts me, we ’ll take a few shots and I ’ll look for someone else. You can only watch it and live a long life. "Ah." She thought for a while, as if she felt that it was inappropriate, "No, it's not right, I'm sure I don't care and don't bother to care about how you are after we take a break."

The man seemed to say a word, but she woke up without hearing it clearly.

Song Yuan sat on the bed. What did she say? It was different from the previous thought that she was just dreaming. This time she thought divergent. She had a bold guess. Is this not a simple dream? Is it possible that she was in ancient times? What about real experiences?

She changed out of the bedroom and walked out of the bedroom. Rong Ting had already woke up and practiced writing. She gathered up and brewed for a while, and finally asked her own doubts, "Coo, I ask you a question, your father. What's your name? "

Rong Ting glanced at her, picked up a pen and wrote two words on rice paper.

"Rong Ye?" Song Yuan nodded. "I'll ask you again. Does he have another name, such as Ziheng or something?"

She didn't know what the Dachao Dynasty was like. Some of the real dynasties she knew seemed to have poetry.

Rong Ting shook his head. "Guo has never heard of this name."

"……Ok."

It seems that is really just a dream.

However, maybe it was indeed her true experience in ancient times, but her boyfriend was not the emperor.

In the novel, there isn't any royal lord, emperor ah, just take a pseudonym and visit the people ...

It's a pity that Cuckoo doesn't know much, or maybe she can piece together a story from the details!

It snowed again last night and the ground turned white. In such a weather situation, Song Yuan would not even drive a car. I went to the bus station and took the bus. Before she walked by, she saw the bus platform. The handsome white-haired guy standing and waiting for the bus!

A handsome guy of this level is the focus wherever he goes, at least she saw him at a glance.

I don't know if her eyes are too strong, he also turned his head and looked at each other.

He smiled at her. This should be his way of greeting.

Song Yuan held the handle of the umbrella, apparently calm, and even returned a smile to him.