My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

When Song Yuan received Rong Ting home, no one was in the house.

Chen Linjing and Song Haiping University both studied in Beijing, so it's not easy to come here. Naturally, they want to get together with old classmates.

I don't know why, Song Yuan thought that it was a big deal for Rong Ting's father to come through. As a result, she saw that her father and her mother were calm, and she even started to think that it was not a big deal.

Mother and son are very leisurely. It ’s almost dark now. Song Yuan took out the chicken wings that had been pickled last night from the refrigerator. Only she and Rong Ting were at home. Dinner was easier. Orleans grilled wings A plate of vegetables, stir-fried Shanghai greens, and another meat-fried steamed egg, you can eat well.

Rong Ting likes to eat Orleans grilled wings. He can eat five or six by himself.

Watching him eat up his cheeks, Song Yuan was very fulfilled. If he had only worn it for more than three months, he had gained two or three pounds. The two or three pounds of meat were all her credit. .

"Don't patronize meat, but also vegetables."

"Oh."

Cuckoo, like many children, likes to eat meat and doesn't like vegetables. Song Yuan did exactly the opposite. She didn't like meat very much, but instead liked vegetables.

She's not worried about her body shape, but think about her and Rong Hong's body shape ... Cuckoo shouldn't become fat?

"Coo, I ask you something."

"Well, ask."

"Is there an account in ancient times?"

She thought about it. Now that she has decided not to deceive the child, this matter can't be dragged on anymore. You still have to tell him earlier, of course, in order to avoid him getting too excited after knowing the result, she has to talk to him before then. Analyze the pros and cons and let him know the consequences of the whole thing if known to outsiders.

Rong Ting saw that she was very interested in ancient things, and she was also happy. "Of course there are. Any dynasty should have the household registration statement, otherwise it might not be chaotic."

"So, what would happen if there was no hukou in ancient times?"

"If you don't have an hukou, you will be an exile. As far as I know, you ca n’t live in a store or imperial examinations. Even if you are looking for a job, the store also needs a household registration, and you need to buy some large items."

Song Yuan pretended to be stunned, "That ’s not the same as our modern day. We are here too, you do n’t have an account, you ca n’t live in a hotel, you ca n’t take a train, a high-speed train, or an airplane. You ca n’t see the disease, anyway, it ’s hard to walk! So, goo, do you know that in order to get you an account, your grandfather and grandmother really have a lot of effort. If you do n’t have an account, you ca n’t go to school . "

"I know. My grandfather said, when I turn six, I'll go and register for the ID card."

"You are very lucky. You will find me directly when you come over. If someone else crosses the modern era, I think that in the end, I will either be mentally ill or sent to a police station or shelter, even without identity. "

Rong Tingen gave a sound, looked up to Song Yuan again, "The mother-in-law laid so much, did you want to tell me that my father did not have an account?"

Song Yuan: "..."

"I didn't say he was your father."

"The results of the paternity test come out."

They said in unison.

Song Yuan was defeated first, and she suddenly discovered that IQ might be born. She could play with a five- or six-year-old child, but she could imagine what kind of desolation she had in the ancient harem.

"The result of the identification came out. He is indeed your father and emperor, but!" Song Yuan intensified his tone and his face became serious. "But he replaced the identity of others. The person he replaced was not an ordinary person. His family He is very wealthy and has illegitimate children fighting for property. If he has a close relationship with us, and if someone knows his relationship with you, he will be miserable by the means of the Beijing giants. "

Rong Ting frowned: "How come ..."

In his heart, the emperor was omnipotent. In the Dachao Dynasty, all the lives and deaths of the emperor were in the hands of the emperor. When such an upright person is at stake, when is the danger?

"Why not, I told you many times, this is not the Dachao Dynasty, you are not a prince, he is not an emperor. You were also a prince before, you should know what power means, let's make an analogy, If you did n’t come to me, one day someone like me appeared, and you thought she was me, but you found out she was fake, what would you do? "

That is naturally anxious.

"He's not in a good situation right now. If suspected by Xie's family, we will be in the same situation as him-"

Rong Ting disapproved and interrupted her. "Mother mothers must not abuse idioms. What is meant by confluence and contamination? The words are wrong."

"Xie's family will think that we are the same, if we want the white wolves with empty gloves to grab their property, then we will also suffer. Cooing, how did your father teach you before, if someone wants to grab What should he do with his stuff? "

How did Father Emperor teach him?

"Father Emperor once told me that some emperors will be afraid of death and fear of being taken away when they are old, and they do n’t want to give up that dragon chair, and they will do something daunting because of this. He did n’t dare. Make sure you don't become like this in the future. "

Song Yuan felt his chin. "He knows himself well."

"If at that time, Jiangshan could not fall into the hands of an old, frail and ignorant person without the father and son, the emperor said," Let me always put Jiangshan people first. Because Do the same. "

"For the sake of the world, for the sake of the country, nothing can be sacrificed."

Song Yuan was so embarrassed when he heard this, he couldn't return to God for a long time, "How old are you, why are you telling you this ..."

This answer, which was not answered, made Song Yuan unable to return.

Isn't this to teach the child a cold-blooded emperor?

Rong Ting's head was silent, silent.

The emperor and the empress are two very different people. The emperor told him not to be unnecessarily kind to others, but the empress taught him "don't do small things for good, don't do small ones for evil."

He hasn't figured out who is right yet, but he will slowly think about it.

When he learns more and has more knowledge in his head, he should be able to get an answer.

"Stop this, I'll analyze everything for you now. What do you want to do?" Song Yuan sighed. She is not the emperor and doesn't know how to teach the prince, so she is not good at evaluating Rong Hong This kind of education is right, but now Cooing has come to the modern age. If it has always been this way of thinking, it really should be corrected properly. She decided that she would go to the class and report the child psychology course!

"How did the father and mother discuss with their mother?" Rong Ting asked her in turn.

"Your dad said that he can be your uncle without having to let others know your relationship, but he wants to come and see you occasionally. I think he wants to come and see you if you don't cause trouble for you. See him, I can't stop it. "

"so be it."

Rong Ting's performance exceeded Song Yuan's expectations. She thought he would be pleasantly surprised. She thought that she would persuade him for a long time. She didn't expect to solve this matter so easily. What's more unexpected was that Rong Ting seemed a little bit Not surprised Yazi.

He responded to her doubts: "I knew early on that he was my father-in-law and had already guessed the result."

He even comforted her in turn. "Mother, you don't have to be sad. Although the emperor can't stay with you, there is me."

Song Yuan was helpless: "I'm not sad at all. I'm afraid you're sad. You are obviously your father. You have to keep a distance with him and call his uncle."

Rong Ting shook his head. "I'm not sad."

"Really!" Rong Ting patted his breast. "I won't lie to my mother."

The mother and son were tired for a while, Rong Ting remembered something, and asked, "Did the emperor remember anything?"

"Yeah, I guess it was hurt when I came across. Your grandfather also confirmed this. He almost died at the time and rescued several times. When this person was severely injured, amnesia was possible. When he didn't know anything about you, he told me he didn't remember anything. "

"is it?"

Song Yuan asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just think the father is a little strange."

"How strange? What's strange?"

Rong Ting was also very distressed. "I can't say it. I'll wait and see. I'll think about it. I'll tell you when I can talk."

Seeing his solemn appearance, Song Yuan didn't help but smiled and touched his head. "Well, you think slowly, don't worry."

The child thought about the problem seriously, it was very cute. Even Song Yuan clipped chopsticks and greens in his bowl, he didn't find it.

I don't know if it was affected by Rong Ting's words. In the evening, Song Yuan searched online for books on children's psychology. After she fell asleep, she dreamed again.

In the palace, she was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, and the emperor in a dragon robe was drawing an eyebrow for her.

This scene was supposed to be affectionate, but her eyes were sad and sad.

His voice was low and gentle. "Every battle is a labor-minded injury to the people, and every time many people die, I just hope that you can understand that everyone has their own responsibility in this world. Skeleton, I was sitting on that chair, and the decisions I made were for the people of the world. There was no **** in the army who led the army. No one in the army was as good as him. Yuan, you want your brother and family to be peaceful, but the country is not there, where is the home? "

"Did you know the battle of Eastern Invasion, General Meng was seriously injured, but you don't know. Many of the soldiers were dead. One of them was a vice general. He once met him. He was going to marry and have a son. On the battlefield, many people think that winning a battle is a happy event, is it a happy event? Not necessarily, how many people send white hair to black people? How many people lose their sons, and how many people lose their husbands and fathers? "

"No one can really stay out of it, and I do n’t want to fight anymore, nor do the people want to talk about life. The only thing I can do is to end all the battles as soon as possible, so that the people can rest. When I was a prince, I always felt sad when I saw the report. "

"Yuanyuan, He is not a sinister man. He only wants to be a good emperor, only Guotai and Min'an."

She heard tears like tears.