Song Yuan quickly conjured up an image of the emperor in his mind: thick dark circles under the eyes, and a weak body like a chicken.
In fact, it is not a big problem for men to have fertility disorders.
But Song Yuan can't accept that her partner has such a problem, she is such a double standard~
"Your father, um..." Song Yuan wasn't a poisonous tongue either, so he naturally wouldn't reveal all kinds of opinions about the emperor in front of the child, "Is his hair okay?"
Rong Ting stared at her, remained silent for a long while, and replied honestly: "The queen mother knows that the emperor has gray hair?"
Song Yuan was taken aback, and blurted out without thinking: "White hair? You said just now that he is in his prime!"
God! Did she really sleep with an old man and have a child? No, she does not accept such a script arrangement!
Rong Ting was also taken aback by Song Yuan's reaction, came back to his senses and frowned and said: "Gu said, Gu will not lie to the queen mother, father is indeed in his prime!"
"Then why does he have white hair!"
This obviously made Rong Ting unable to answer. The palace maids and eunuchs and even the Taifu would not discuss the father in front of him. He didn't know much about the father. Compared with the father, he knew everything about the queen mother more. Caring, "Since I can remember, my father has gray hair, but my mother, I have never lied to you. My father is indeed in his prime. Maybe he is only a few years older than my mother."
The more she knew about His Majesty the Emperor, the more Song Yuan felt that this was a dangerous topic.
If the conversation continued like this, and the understanding continued like this, she was afraid that she would really be unable to get over this hurdle.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about him." Song Yuan took the initiative to end the topic, and she said to Rong Ting, "Today is a weekend, there are many people everywhere, I'm afraid you won't be used to it, so let's walk around here, There is a bookstore nearby, I think you like reading books, I will buy some books for you, okay?"
After all, Rong Ting was still a child, and his attention was quickly diverted. He really likes reading books. Even though he doesn't understand the words here very well, under the guidance of his mother, he now understands the rules. Give him a while, maybe he will understand.
"Mother, do you have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone at home?" Rong Ting is a good boy. Although this is the residence of the empress, no matter how curious he is, he just takes a quick look and dare not study it carefully, let alone browse through her house without the permission of the empress. thing.
"You can't neglect your studies. I haven't practiced calligraphy for a few days. If you become unfamiliar after returning to the palace, it will be bad after all."
Song Yuan was a little surprised. She pulled Rong Ting to sit on the sofa, found a notebook and a pen from the drawer of the coffee table, and wrote two words on the paper, "Do you know how to use this kind of pen?"
Well, she felt that what she asked was nonsense, how could ancient people know how to use water pens.
"Okay then, let's go out now, buy you a few books, and buy you a pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Song Yuan thought for a while, and just to be on the safe side, she said: "But let's make it clear in advance, you are right about the pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Don’t be too picky about inkstone, after all, it’s not ancient times.”
Rong Ting thought that the queen mother was out of pocket.
He felt a little bored, looked at Song Yuan's smiling face, sighed secretly, nodded and said, "I understand."
He will not embarrass his mother, nor will he make her sad.
Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although this kid is really awkward at times, he is still very reliable and sensible at critical moments. If he is really that kind of brat, no matter how kind she is to him in her heart, she will consciously stay away.
Taking advantage of the good weather, the two went out to the nearby Book City.
There are many cars and people everywhere on weekends, Song Yuan thought that the book city is not very far from home, so he didn't drive, and led Rong Ting to walk there.
At first, Rong Ting couldn't get used to being so close to Song Yuan. Later, without Song Yuan taking the initiative, he stretched out his hand and motioned for her to hold him. !"
Song Yuan suppressed a smile, looking at his little face, he still found it very interesting, "Yes, yes, I will definitely hold my highness by the hand, so that you won't get lost~"
Rong Ting's ears turned red quietly when he heard his mother calling him "My Highness".
The two held big hands and walked on the road facing the sun. Rong Ting was still shocked by everything in the city, not only the tall buildings, but also the speeding cars.
He looked into the eyes in surprise.
"My mother's hometown is so..."
Rong Ting almost lost sight of it.
He is not ignorant, on the contrary, he has been a prince since he was born, his vision is not narrow, on the contrary it is very broad, he can tell how good the mother's hometown is.
If the queen mother never forgets about this, and even doesn't want to go back to the palace with him, then he is not incomprehensible.
According to the old maid, the queen mother is stable and can be the mother of a country, but the queen mother in front of his eyes is bright and cheerful.
Queen Mother, I only want you to be happy.
The two went to the bookstore, and the bookstore was extremely lively on weekends. Rong Ting didn't know what books were good. He had never come into contact with such books before. It was Song Yuan who helped him choose a few books suitable for children of his age. Storybooks, of course, also picked up a set of complete works of father and son that sold well, and she didn't know if he had studied mathematics, so she also brought him a mathematics enlightenment book.
Rong Ting was very happy.
In fact, he does not express his joy like other children of the same age, but after two days of getting along, the careful Song Yuan has been able to initially distinguish his emotions, just like at this moment, he is holding these books tightly , the eyes are bright, and the corners of the lips are slightly raised, which means that the child is so happy that he can't wait to fly.
As early as when Song Yuan was in junior high school, interest classes were already very popular. Now many parents would send their children to learn calligraphy and Chinese painting, so it is not difficult to buy a set of paper, ink, brushes and inkstones in the market. I bought it in a store, but Rong Ting was a little disgusted with the ink, paper and inkstone, of course he didn't make any noise.
After buying pens, inks, papers and inkstones, Rong Ting didn't want to go out for a stroll, and his reasons were very good, "I don't want to accept other people's scrutiny."
This is the hometown of the empress mother, even in the palace in the past, how many people dare to look at him like this, and even point the unknown object at him
Song Yuan pinched his ears, "Those young ladies think you are very cute and handsome, so they take pictures of you with your mobile phone. I have already stopped them. You are really handsome in this ancient costume. All the children in costume dramas should look good."
Rong Ting corrected her solemnly, "Mother, don't pay attention to appearance, let alone a man, the talent in the belly is far more important than the appearance."
Song Yuan: "..."
Actually being taught by children.
It was almost noon when the two returned home, Song Yuan ignored Rong Ting, washed his hands, put on an apron and went into the kitchen, Rong Ting really had a bad mouth, he didn't like to eat takeaway, she cooked the food , whether the taste is good or not, he is very supportive.
When Song Yuan finished his work and came out of the kitchen, Rong Ting was already writing in style.
She was curious about the level of calligraphy of five or six-year-old children in ancient times, so she leaned over to take a look, and she was very surprised when she saw it. Rong Ting wrote traditional characters, which were very similar to that. She had never learned calligraphy, so she couldn't comment on it. It doesn't show the strength of character, but at first glance, this word is indeed very good.
Song Yuan can't do anything else, but he can still blow rainbow farts.
Rong Ting's compliments to her were very helpful, and there was a vaguely smug expression on his face, but thinking of his father's usual teachings to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, he immediately said humbly: "My writing is just average. , Taifu once said that father's calligraphy and painting are unparalleled in the world."
Song Yuan: "..."
This is the pro-son filter, right? In view of the gray hair and only one son who seems to have an unspeakable secret, Song Yuan naturally has no urge to fantasize about this emperor.
"Mom, try it later." Rong Ting handed the brush in his hand to Song Yuan.
Song Yuan had never learned calligraphy, but she still took the brush, thought for a while, and solemnly wrote the three characters "It's time to eat" on the rice paper.
She is used to writing with a ballpoint pen, but suddenly she uses a brush. Although the font is not like a dog crawling, it is not as beautiful as it is.
Rong Ting carefully observed the three words written by Song Yuan, his expression was as heavy as that of the Taifu who usually checked his homework, and finally he raised his head and said, "Father lied to me."
"What's the meaning?"
"When I was an orphan, I didn't like to practice calligraphy. My father once told me that my mother's handwriting and his handwriting were both good. How come the son born is not good at it. Since then, I have practiced calligraphy hard."
Song Yuan had a bold idea, whether little tadpole Gu Gu had found the wrong mother.
She just said, the ingenious person in Gugu's mouth is obviously not her, and the person in His Majesty's mouth is definitely not her duck!
The person who knows best is of course herself. A person like her will never become a lady who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting after traveling to ancient times.
When clearing away the dishes after dinner, Song Yuan was still humming: "The little tadpole found the fish and called it mother, and the fish shook its tail, child, I'm not your mother~"
Rong Ting heard her singing, walked over from the living room, poked his head in and asked, "Queen, but are you singing?"
"My child, I am not your mother~"
Rong Ting: "..."
***
On Saturday night, Song Yuan had a dream.
It was strange that in the dream everything was hazy, and she couldn't see other people's faces clearly.
It was at night, everything seemed to be in a state of deep sleep, everything was white as far as the eye could see, it seemed that a heavy snow had fallen, the man took her up the tower, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel it The gentleness and care of the man, he raised his hand to wipe the snowflakes off the cloak for her, and he held her hand.
She followed him and looked out of the tower.
It doesn't seem to feel cold at all.
In the eyes, is the vastness of heaven and earth.
The man said something to her, she couldn't hear clearly, only at the end, he said in a low voice, never let her down.
She was very happy in the dream.
The author has something to say: His Majesty is indeed in his prime, and he has gray hair = =
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