When Rong Ting woke up, he found that his father had already woken up and was reading a book. He was a little ashamed, always thought that he was already very hardworking, but compared to his father, he was still very lazy.
He doesn't like the hotel's toilet very much. The toilet is too big for him, and he always feels that he will accidentally fall into it when he sits on it.
The queen mother specially bought him a special seat washer, which is convenient. Thinking about it this way, the father is not half as careful as the mother.
He is used to squatting on the toilet in the morning, but today he is worried, afraid that he will fall into it, and the toilet is not very pleasant.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Rong Ting followed his father to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. It was a self-service service with everything. There were not many people in the restaurant itself, and the father and son sat in a quiet corner, enjoying a good breakfast.
"Father, is the hotel here much better than our inn?" Rong Ting asked curiously, biting the meat bun.
The rule of not talking when eating or sleeping is abolished.
Although Rong Heng is not that close to Rong Ting, he always answers his questions, "The best guest room in the best inn in Daye Dynasty is not as good as the worst here. When I was the prince, I used to cover up I spent a period of time in the private sector, and at that time I lived in inns, the quilts smelled bad, and there was no separate toilet."
Rong Ting had never lived in an inn in ancient times, and now he was very interested when his father mentioned this matter, "There is no separate bathroom for washing, so what should I do when I go to the toilet?"
"There are toilets. But they are public."
Rong Ting showed disgust, "Isn't that dirty?"
"Indeed, I didn't understand the situation at first, and I went there once, and I didn't eat that day." Rong Heng obviously didn't want to think about this matter again, and found that the eggs on the plate were no longer fragrant.
"It seems that ancient times are not as convenient and developed as modern times." Rong Ting said again, "I like this place very much. In ancient times, there were no supermarkets, no TV sets, and no Yakult."
"You can't say that." Rong Heng smiled, "Here you are just an ordinary person, just like all ordinary children, but in ancient times, you were the prince, and after I die, you will be the emperor who controls the world. developed, but without supremacy."
Rong Ting fell silent.
He is still very young, but he has been the prince for five or six years, and he has always been at the center of power. He could understand what his father said.
Rong Heng lowered his head, pretending to be casual and asked: "Do you want your mother to go back with us?"
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Rong Ting's expression was blank, he had thought about this problem before, he didn't expect him to come here, at first he really wanted his mother to go back with him... But then, hey, how long has it been since he had such a thought
Do you want the queen mother to go back with them? Are you going back to the palace
Rong Ting subconsciously shook his head and said in a low voice, "No."
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Rong Heng was a little surprised, he didn't expect to hear this answer from his son, and immediately became interested, and asked with a smile: "Why? Don't you like her very much, don't you really want to be with her?"
"Of course I like the queen mother, I like the queen mother the most!" Rong Ting became excited, "I also want to be with the queen mother, but I don't want the queen mother to go back!"
No matter how excited he was, he would not speak loudly in public, so he did not attract the attention of others.
"The queen mother doesn't like the harem, nor does she like the ancient times, I know." Rong Ting lowered his head, "She likes this place the most, and she also wants to be with her grandparents. Although the queen mother didn't tell me, I know that she lived in ancient times. Not happy, not happy in the harem, I don't want my mother to be unhappy, father, I like my mother, I hope she is happy every day."
"But shouldn't the mother be with the child?" Rong Heng looked at him with a smile.
"No. I just want my mom to be happy."
Rong Ting didn't understand the relationship between his parents and what happened, but he was not stupid. Judging from the performance of his mother, she didn't like the ancient times, and she didn't like the harem either. With this identity to force the queen mother to do what she doesn't want to do
Rong Heng was silent.
He tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, and smiled, "You really think about her."
"I was born by her."
After Rong Ting said this excitedly, he asked again: "Father, what happened between you and the queen mother? I once asked you why the queen mother married into the palace. You said you didn't remember. Now You have recovered your memory, so you should be able to clear up my confusion, right?"
this problem…
"Didn't you ask her?"
"I don't want to ask her."
"why?"
Rong Ting summoned up the courage to raise his head, "Because I can feel that the Empress Mother was not happy in the palace in ancient times, and I don't want her to recall those things."
"Then if you ask me, aren't you afraid that I will be unhappy?" Rong Heng asked him with great interest.
Rong Ting glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head, "Father doesn't want to say it, it's fine."
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yep."
Rong Heng sighed, of course he knew what kind of temperament his son was, and he also knew that he was interested in these things that he shouldn't care about at all, but he also hoped that his son could learn some lessons from his experience.
Therefore, Rong Heng began to talk about the things between him and Song Yuan back then without adding any emotional color.
***
Song Yuan came back to pick up Rong Ting in the afternoon. She knew he likes to eat sweets, so she went to the supermarket to buy a thermos bucket, and packed delicious sesame paste and milk bricks for him in a well-known local store.
But for some reason, when she came to the hotel lobby, she found that her son didn't seem very happy.
Rong Heng, who was sitting on the sofa next to him and reading a newspaper, was calm and relaxed.
"Then we're going home." Song Yuan held Rong Ting's hand, and winked at Rong Heng, wanting to ask him what's wrong with Gu Gu.
Of course Rong Heng could understand her eyes, he smiled, "Maybe it's because he didn't sleep well and didn't eat well."
"Really?" Song Yuan looked suspicious.
When the mother and son returned home, Song Yuan began to prepare for cooking. When he asked Gu Gu what he wanted to eat, he looked at her with bitter eyes and said that he wanted to eat Coca-Cola chicken wings.
Song Yuan thought to himself, he really didn't eat well.
When Song Yuan went into the kitchen to cook, Rong Ting went back to the desk and grinded carefully, holding a brush but unable to write.
His original intention was to practice calligraphy, but just as the tip of the pen touched the rice paper, he was so angry that he drew a turtle on the paper.
It was not enough to draw a turtle, and he boldly drew a pile of poop on the paper, which relieved his inner depression a little.
Song Yuan felt that ever since she brought Gu Gu back from the hotel, she had been spinning like a spinning top, with almost no rest, cooking as soon as she got home, and packing up the dishes after eating. In the dishwasher, she had to clean the table, and when she finally came out of the shower, she looked at the clock, and it was almost eight o'clock and nine o'clock!
Although Cuckoo no longer needed her to tell him bedtime stories, she still went to his bedroom to chat with him before going back to his room.
After all, we have been separated for so long.
Unexpectedly, Gu Gu, who has always been extremely sensitive, is still in a daze after she has entered the room, and he has not yet recovered.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Yuan sat by the bed and pulled the quilt for him.
Hearing her voice, Rong Ting came to his senses. Seeing the happy look of his mother, he couldn't help raising his hand, and as before, carefully touched her side face.
Song Yuan was shocked all of a sudden.
One must know that Rong Ting is a rigid child, he rarely treats her so intimately.
"What's wrong?" Song Yuan asked.
Rong Ting was uncomfortable at first, but he also became happy when he saw that she had returned to the happy and cheerful appearance before.
It would be nice to have a queen like this!
"My queen, thank you for your hard work." 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 only he could be a little more brave, then he can tell his father today, don't mention the past in front of his mother again! Don't make your mother unhappy anymore!
After he is six years old, he will become even braver!
Song Yuan thought that Rong Ting was talking about her hard work in cooking, so she smiled and said, "It's not hard work, I'm very happy to cook for you, every time I see you eat up all the food I cook It’s very fulfilling.”
"En." Rong Ting took her hand, mustered up his courage, and lowered his head to kiss the back of her hand. After doing this, his ears turned red.
He just remembered one thing.
The last time the mother accidentally bumped into the corner of the bed, she grinned in pain, but she still teased him with a smile and said that the pain would go away after he kissed her.
A kiss doesn't hurt, does it