MTL - My Son is a Transmigrated Prince-Chapter 110 110.

Although Rong Ting is not good at writing poems, but looking through the history of the previous dynasty and his ancestors and fathers, it seems that many emperors like to write poems. In order to meet this trend, he said that he is also a literati. Rong Ting also occasionally writes two or three poems. He always modestly said that his level is not good, but he can be regarded as a middle class among literati, but it is very strange that he used to write poems, seven or eight of the ten are missing his mother, and the other two or three Talk about the weather, talk about the scenery ...

One day, his retired uncle found him, and implicitly and euphemistically hinted that he should write a few poems to miss his father.

Rong Ting: "?????"

Well, he had no choice but to hold his nose to write a poem. It took me a few months to compose two or three poems barely, and the level was not yet in place.

Rong Ting felt that although the relationship between him and his father was not bad, it was definitely not close.

Before the age of six, his father was like a mountain in his heart, severe and not close.

After he was six years old, the image of his father in his mind was greatly reduced, until he found out that his father was planning to run on the road. Seriously, he did n’t write a poem that hurt him. It was already his conscience. Now, I still want to write a poem about the father and emperor. He promised to be an honest man after his mother. Although sitting on this chair, he will inevitably say something unfavorable, but it should not be too much.

Therefore, in the eyes of future generations, Emperor Jia Yuan's reign was fifty-eight years old. He wrote countless poems throughout his life, most of which he missed his mother. As for his father's emperor's poems ... he could count both hands. , And are generally recognized as inferior to others, the feelings are relatively dry, not so rich. Later generations speculated that Emperor Jia Yuan may have a tense relationship with his father and emperor. Since ancient times, most of the princes have nothing to end. If Emperor Wu Qing did not die prematurely, it would be because of power. Scrambled against each other?

Of course, this is an afterthought.

Because of this move by Rong Ting, some overly savvy people are overly interpreting it.

These people think that he has a bad relationship with Xiandi and lost his mother since he was a child. However, he lacks affection and care, has no fatherly love, and has never enjoyed motherly love. Then he must yearn for the warmth of his family!

The spy on Rong Ting's hand is also very capable. After seeing this rumor, he couldn't help laughing, and then he wanted to get angry again.

It is ridiculous to say that he lacks fatherly love. What the **** is it that he has never enjoyed motherly love?

Your whole family has never enjoyed motherly love! !!

I'm fine with my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law loves me most!

He couldn't stand others saying that he didn't have the love of his mother-in-law, so he secretly wrote poems, said that his mother-in-law made a lot of toys for him, that his mother-in-law made a lot of clothes for him, and that his mother-in-law was His diet has written a book in detail. He also said that all the diary left by his mother was written by him ...

The emperor whom the emperor trusted very much, Rong Ting still kept him in the palace. The emperor did not know what adventure they had had, even if he was not curious.

The National Teacher is a multi-disciplined scholar, and his ideological realm is beyond the reach of ordinary people. He is also indifferent to fame and fortune, completely different from those treacherous national teachers in the history of the previous Dynasty.

Rong Ting will occasionally be free to chat with him.

On this day, Rong Ting was busy with his government affairs, and was ready to walk around to see the green plants to protect his eyes. This time he encountered a teacher who also came to appreciate flowers and grass.

The National Teacher's Year is a year of no doubt, but he can't see the traces of the years left on his face. He is always faint, with a mild expression, and a desireless attitude towards everything.

He asked the teacher: "Have you ever met your mother-in-law?"

The master shook his head and shook his head, "I only heard it."

"Well, fewer and fewer people have seen her in the palace, and I won't know who I can talk to about her in the future."

The teacher laughed softly: "His Majesty has a clear heart of loving mother."

"Well." Rong Ting said in a low tone. "I always regret that as a son of man, I can't be filial with my mother. I don't know if there is a future life. If there is a future life, is there any blessing for her child?"

The teacher thought for a while and said, "Heart is spirit."

"Did you tell your father the same way?"

The teacher paused and smiled.

"But I feel that the Emperor is not very sincere, but he has reunited with his mother-in-law as he wished. If it is no longer mother-child relationship, wouldn't it be unreasonable?"

The state teacher had an ominous hunch.

Both father and son love to be embarrassed. On the surface, they have the indifferent appearance of "I have looked away, everything follows". In fact, they are "If you can't think of a way to make me wish, then I will, hum" ...

They all think this way: anyway, the master is almighty. If you are not almighty, even this little caution cannot be achieved for me. Are you still embarrassed to be called a master?

God knows that his teacher was also forced by the emperor.

It's too miserable to be your teacher for Lao Rong's family.

The teacher's heart was defamatory, and on the surface he still smiled slightly: "Your Majesty naturally will do what he wants."

His Majesty is still more kind and confusing than the Emperor.

After all, His Majesty is asking for the next life, but he didn't ask for this life. In the next life, everyone will be done with a bowl of Meng Po Tang. Who remembers who?

***

Song Yuan did not fully accept Song Haiping's business and company. With her current qualifications, she is not qualified. At present, she is only a manager at the Beijing branch. Song Haiping's focus is still in his hometown. It's not very big. In an office building outside the Third Ring Road, plus her and Auntie Cleaning, the company has only a dozen employees.

It is usually not very busy. It is very busy at the New Year's Day. On this day, she also works overtime until 9 o'clock. The circle of friends is brushing the early snow in Beijing. Only then did I find snow falling outside.

Despite the fact that Song Yuan has been driving with a license for several years, she would not dare to drive on the road under such weather.

She used to regret her life, and she has been even more regretful after going through the separation between mother and son.

After all, she was still fantasizing in her heart, and one day Rong Ting could suddenly appear in front of her. Just like his dad, he appeared in front of her under an umbrella and said he hadn't seen him in a long time.

There is still a distance from the subway station, but there is a bus station not far upstairs, and it can also go directly to the door of her home. She has not taken a bus for a long time.

After packing, I left the company and arrived at the bus platform. After waiting a few minutes, the bus she waited for came.

She took out her mobile phone, scanned the code, and walked to the back of the car.

There are not many people in this car, and there are seats at the back.

Suddenly, I saw someone who wasn't supposed to be here.

Rong Hong is sitting by the window.

She should have been able to see him at a glance. After all, his hair was very distinctive, white, and really noticeable in the crowd, but this time, she found that he had dyed his hair black.

Song Yuan sat down in the seat next to him and asked, surprised, "Isn't it going to take two days to return?"

Rong Hui smiled and said nothing.

He returned today, and the reason he told her for two days was to surprise her.

But looking at her looks and expressions now, it seems that she is only surprised and not happy?

In order to create this surprise, he has taken this bus back and forth several times. Fortunately, the driver is not the same person. Otherwise, would he think he was neurotic?

He knew that she would not dare to drive on this snowy day, and guessed that she would be more likely to take a bus, so that was the kind of stupid thing to do.

"Are you unhappy?" Rong Hong asked her.

Song Yuan patted his forehead. "My brain is wooden now. Wait for me. After I react, I think I will be very happy."

What's the answer.

Could it be that she hasn't responded yet?

Yes, she is really half-beat.

"By the way, how did your hair dye black?" Song Yuan pointed at his hair again, and asked curiously.

Rong Hong was bitter and desperate.

He is now more than thirty years old, she is only twenty, and the age difference is ten years old. The only good news is that on the ID card, Xie Yi was under thirty.

Otherwise, with the character of his future father-in-law's eggs, this age difference is definitely a big resistance.

He paid great attention to health in ancient times, and it is the same in modern times. Although she always said that he seemed to be only twenty, he always felt that she was comforting him. In order to make them look more compatible, he did not Mind that you dye your hair by accident.

She never asked him why his hair was gray, but he believed that she knew it.

Perhaps this is also a proof that he loves her.

He used to mind that she loved him less than he did. He is a person who cares and cares about gains and losses, pays too much, and does not get the same return. He has only done this once in his life and only for one person. Too.

"OK?" Rong Hong asked her.

Song Yuan carefully measured him, in fact, she was also about to forget what he looked like when he had black hair. Looking at it now, he could vaguely overlap him with him.

"not bad."

Rong Hong heard that his lips were slightly raised.

At the beginning of the snowfall in Beijing, the two people were sitting on the bus like this, unlike the last time. This time, the two of them treated each other frankly.