My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

When Rong Ting woke up, he found that his father-in-law had got up and was reading a book. He was a bit ashamed. He always thought that he was very hard-working. He never thought that he would be lazy compared with his father-in-law.

He didn't like the bathroom in the hotel very much. The toilet was too big for him. He always felt that he would accidentally fall into it when he sat up.

The mother-in-law bought him his special seat washer, which is convenient. Think about it this way, the father and the emperor are not half as careful as the mother-in-law.

He was used to squatting the toilet in the morning, but today he was worried, afraid that he might fall into it, and he was not very happy to pull it.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Rong Ting followed his father to the hotel restaurant for breakfast, or self-service, everything. There are not many people in the restaurant. The father and son are still sitting in a quiet corner, which is a good breakfast.

"Father Emperor, is the hotel here much better than the inn we have?" Rong Ting asked bitingly at the meat bun, curiously.

The rule of not talking about eating or sleeping is a waste.

Although Rong Hong was not so close to Rong Ting, he always had questions and answers to him, "The best guest rooms in the best inn in Da Baochao are not as good as the worst here. I used to cover up when I was still a prince. I spent a lot of time in the folk. I lived in an inn at that time. The quilt smelled bad, and there was no separate toilet. "

Rong Ting hadn't lived in an inn since ancient times. Now he was full of interest when he heard about it from his father, "There is no independent toilet. What about going to the toilet?"

"There is a toilet. It's public."

Rong Ting's face was disgusting. "Isn't that dirty?"

"It's true that I didn't understand the situation at first, and I've been there once. I didn't eat that day." Rong Hong apparently didn't want to think about it again, and found that the eggs on the plate were not fragrant.

"It seems that ancient times were not as convenient and modern as modern ones." Rong Ting added, "I like it here. There were no supermarkets in ancient times, no TV sets, and no Yakult."

"You can't say that." Rong Yue laughed. "Here you are just ordinary people, just like all ordinary children. In ancient times, you were a prince. After I died, you would be the emperor of the world. This is convenient and convenient. Developed, but without supreme power. "

Rong Ting was silent.

He is still very young, but he has been the prince for five or six years, and he has been at the center of power. He understood all these words that Father Huang said.

Rong Hong bowed his head, pretending to ask casually, "Do you want your mother to come back with us?"

what?

Rong Ting's expression was bewildered. He had thought about this before. He didn't expect that he would come here. At first, he really wanted his mother-in-law to go back with him ... But then, alas, how long has he never thought of this?

Have the mother-in-law go back with them? Are you back in the palace?

Rong Ting shook his head subconsciously and whispered, "No."

J.

Rong Hong was a little surprised. He didn't expect to hear this answer from his son's mouth, and he immediately became interested. He smiled and asked, "Why? Don't you like her very much, don't you want to be with her?"

"Of course I like mother-in-law, I like mother-in-law most!" Rong Ting excited, "I also want to be with mother-in-law, but I don't want mother to go back!"

Even if he was excited again, he would not speak loudly in public, so he did not attract the attention of others.

"Mother-in-law doesn't like the harem or ancient times, I know." Rong Ting bowed her head. "She likes this place most. She also wants to be with her grandfather and grandmother. Although her mother-in-law didn't tell me, but I know she was in ancient I ’m not happy, I ’m not happy in the harem. I do n’t want my mother to be unhappy. Father, I like my mother. I want my mother to be happy every day. ”

"But mother shouldn't be with the child?" Rong Hong smiled at him.

"No. I just want my mother to be happy."

Rong Ting didn't understand the relationship between his parents and what happened, but he was not stupid. From the performance of his mother, she did not like the ancient times, and she did not like the harem either. This level of identity to force my mother to do what she does not want to do?

Rong Hong was silent.

He tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, and smiled. "You care about her."

"I was born to her."

Rong Ting said this excitedly and then asked, "Father Emperor, what happened between you and your mother-in-law? I asked you why your mother-in-law married in the palace. You said you don't remember, now You have recovered your memory, should you be able to confuse me? "

this problem……

"Have you not asked her?"

"I don't want to ask her."

"why?"

Rong Ting took up the courage and looked up. "Because I can feel that the mother was not happy in the palace in ancient times. I don't want her to remember those things."

"Then you ask me, aren't you afraid I'm unhappy?" Rong Hong asked him with interest.

Rong Ting glanced at him and lowered his head quickly, "Father Emperor doesn't want to say that, either."

"Do you want to know?"

"Yep."

Rong Yun sighed. Of course, he knew what his son was about, and he knew he was interested in things that he shouldn't care about at all, but he also hoped his son could learn some lessons from his experience.

Therefore, Rong Hong began to talk about the things he had with Song Yuan in the past without adding any feelings.

***

Song Yuan came back to meet Rong Ting in the afternoon. She knew that he liked sweets, and went to the supermarket to buy an insulated bucket, and packed him with sesame paste and milk bricks in a well-known local store.

Just don't know why, when she came to the hotel lobby, she found that her son didn't seem very happy.

Rong Hong, who was sitting on the sofa next to him while reading the newspaper, was restless.

"Then we go home." Song Yuan took Rong Ting's hand and winked at Rong Hui again, and wanted to ask him what was going on.

Of course, Rong Hong could understand her eyes. He smiled, "Maybe it's not good to sleep and eat well."

"Really?" Song Yuan looked suspicious.

When the mother and son returned home, Song Yuan began to prepare food and asked what he wanted to eat. He looked at her with a bitter and bitter look, and then said that he wanted to eat Cola chicken wings.

Song Yuan thought, he really did not eat well.

When Song Yuan got into the kitchen to cook, Rong Ting returned to his desk, grinded carefully, but couldn't write with a brush.

His original intention was to practice calligraphy, but the nib just next to Xuan paper, he was furious, and drew a turtle directly on the paper.

It is not enough to draw a turtle, and it is bold to draw a **** on paper, which only slightly relieves the inner depression.

Song Yuan feels that since she picked up Cuckoo from the hotel, she has been spinning like a spinning top. When there is almost no rest, she cooks and cooks as soon as she returns home. In the dishwasher, she still has to clean the table. When she finally comes out of the bath and looks at the clock, it's almost eight o'clock and nine o'clock!

Although Cuckoo no longer needed her to tell him the bedtime story, she went to his bedroom and wanted to chat with him before returning to the room.

After all, they have been separated for so long.

How can I know that she has always been very keen, before she entered the room, he was still in a daze, and he hadn't returned to his mind yet. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and he was very sad.

"What are you thinking?" Song Yuan sat by the bed and pulled him a quilt.

Hearing her voice, Rong Ting reacted. Seeing his mother was happy, he couldn't help raising his hands. As before, he carefully touched her side.

Song Yuan was startled.

You should know that Rong Ting is an old-fashioned child. He rarely treats her like this.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuan asked.

Rong Ting was uncomfortable at first, but when she saw that she had recovered her happily and happily before, he also became happy.

Mother is like this!

"Mother, you have worked hard," he said.

He didn't want to tell his mother that he knew those things.

He wished his mother would never think of those things again.

If he can be more brave, then he can tell his father today, don't start from behind the mother before! Don't be unhappy after messing with your mother!

After he is six years old, he will become more brave!

Song Yuan thought that Rong Ting said that she had been cooking hard, and she laughed, "It's not hard. I'm particularly happy to cook for you. Every time I see you, I eat up all my food." It's very fulfilling. "

"Well." Rong Ting took her hand, gathered courage, lowered her head and kissed her on the back of his hand. After doing this, his ears were red.

He just remembered one thing.

The last time the mother accidentally hit the corner of the bed, she grinned with pain, but still teased him with a smile, and said that he would not hurt if he kissed her.

It does n’t hurt to kiss, does it?