My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

For the last time, Song Yuan took Rong Ting for a personal check-up. Rong Ting was in good health. The vaccine that he can now replenish has almost been repaired in the past six months. Song Yuan noted that Rong Ting's height and weight included her head circumference. The doctors were praising Rong Ting's health. All the data are standard. It is best if you can't picky eaters.

There is a height meter at home. Song Yuan's eyes were flushed and he wrote a note on the wall, and he was six years old.

Rong Ting silently watched her do all this, he sighed softly, returned to his bedroom, and secretly put the diary book she had bought him, including the keys, in her desk drawer, he thought After he leaves, his mother-in-law should see it.

Song Yuan gave her buddha statue, Jade Pei, to Rong Hong. She still remembers the words that Rong Ting told her when she came through. Now thinking about it, it is probably that Jade Pei played a protective role. Rong Hong was seriously injured and almost killed.

Song Yuan can accept Rong Ting's return to ancient times and return to his original position, but can't accept to watch him disappear in front of herself. This day, as usual, she puts on her makeup and clothes, hugs her face. Court, said softly, "The mother-in-law has gone out. You must listen to your father and the emperor at home, and be obedient."

She thought she was going out to work, as if ... she could see him when she came back.

Rong Ting changed his costume. He clenched his fist, and he nodded, but he nodded vigorously. "Well, I will listen to the words of my father, I will eat well and grow up. Eat more or less, and try not to read at night to protect your eyes. "

During this time, Rong Ting didn't think about staying, but the books everywhere in the house took him by heart.

He wants to be a good emperor. He wants to be an emperor who makes people less bitter.

After the mother, I'm sorry, but as a son of man, I can't be filial to my mother.

Song Yuan choked back her tears, and she smiled, "Do you remember the way back?"

Rong Ting nodded. "Remember."

"That's fine." Song Yuan pursed his lips. "I'll have a happy life and wait for you to come back, let's be together again."

She cheated Rong Ting.

She feels that she will never fall in love with others in her life, nor will she get married or have children.

The father and son sent her to the elevator. Rong Hong suddenly took two keys from her pocket and gave them to her, Shen said, "This one is the key to my current residence. This one is for the study. I leave it for you. Order something, you can go and see if you have time. "

Song Yuan took the two keys and gave a low benevolence.

She entered the elevator, and as the elevator door closed slowly, she could no longer control herself, sobbing with her hand over her mouth, she was afraid that her cry would be heard by Rong Ting.

Some people say that all the love in the world is to get together, but the love of parents only means separation.

When she saw it, she didn't understand what it meant, but now she understands it slightly.

After all, she is just a passenger in Rong Ting's magnificent life.

If she can't accompany him, don't stop him.

What Song Yuan didn't know was that after the elevator door was closed, Rong Tingyun looked at the door, silently shed tears, Rong Hui squatted down, hugged him in his arms, and patted him awkwardly and gently. On the back, his voice was also choked, "Okay, we have our work to do, and she also has her life, Rong Ting, don't cry."

He coaxed those who didn't cry, but also burst into tears.

"Father, I hate you."

"OK."

***

Song Yuan strolled aimlessly in the street, and finally accidentally touched the key in his pocket. After thinking about it, he stopped a car and went to Rong Hong's residence.

When she opened the door with the key, it seemed to be his unique breath.

Smell carefully, in fact, there is no smell, the furnishings and decoration in this room are very deserted, just like him. There was almost no dust in the living room. She changed her shoes and went all the way to the door of his study. The door of the study was closed tightly. She took out the key and opened the door. In the eyes, the desk was full. The mounted paintings and scrolls are almost piled up into a hill.

At the desk, she vaguely knew that this was what he had left her.

She hesitated to pick up one of the paintings, slowly rolled it up, and slowly saw the woman in the painting.

There are twenty-three paintings here, all of which are hers.

Some were wearing cloaks standing under the plum blossoms, some were sulking on the stone bench, and some were kicking the shuttlecock ...

The artist seems to have kept all her expressions and expressions in her heart. I don't know what happened, her tears burst out and dripped on the painting.

This is what he left her, she seemed to understand and understand the thoughts of those five years. At this moment, she suddenly felt that those things that had been separated between them also seemed very small. All resentment and blame are insignificant.

She seems to be back in the year. At first, she just loved him so purely and simply. She liked to be with this person, and she was willing to suffer even if she was suffering. Did n’t you love later? If you did n’t love, how could there be Rong Ting, and if you did n’t love, how would Rong Ting be born? If you do n’t love, what's the pain at this moment?

She stayed in this study for a long time, and when she rolled up the paintings and put them away, she found a sheet of paper under the photo frame on the side.

At first she thought it was left to her, so she picked it up and saw the familiar handwriting. She looked at the beginning, only to find that the letter was not for her but for Mrs. Xie. of.

The content of the letter is very simple. Just say that if Mrs. Xie can see the letter, please read it.

Rong Hong introduced his origins with a few pens, and the end of the letter was as follows: Have you ever asked me if you have any wishes or requirements? Now Xie Yan is dead, I just hope to keep my wife safe for life .

Song Yuan bowed her head and burst into tears.

***

Later, after returning home, Song Yuan also found the diary book left by Rong Ting. This child did not like to write a diary very much, and the content of it was ridiculous—

On Monday, it rained lightly.

After my mother asked me to start writing a diary and write down things that are happy or unhappy every day. This is how I feel every day, neither good nor bad. Actually, I don't like to sing. I sang a few words secretly in the bathroom, and it was really hard to hear. And I don't sing here. The chicken wings made by our mother today are still delicious.

It was fine on Friday.

I suspect that the emperor did not have amnesia, but I have no evidence, but I will definitely find it.

It was cloudy and cloudy on Sunday.

La la la la la la la la la, still unhappy or unhappy, that's it! The lipstick applied by my mother today is really ugly, but I can't tell the truth, I can only say it looks good.

It was cloudy on Wednesday.

I hate Father Emperor! !! !! hate! !! !! The father emperor is insidious and scheming. The mother is not his opponent. The father emperor seems to want me to help speak well in front of the mother. A liar is not worth anyone's help!

It was fine on Tuesday.

I don't understand more and more between the father and the queen. Forget it, it has nothing to do with me. Regardless of.

On Thursday, it rained heavily.

Women are really troublesome, including the mother, why can I go shopping for hours? Isn't it that they don't get tired? It's amazing. I will never go shopping with a second woman in my life, no one can make me compromise except my mother-in-law.

Turning to the end, it was a poem written by Rong Ting. He wrote a sentence with a pencil: This poem was not written by me. Taifu once said that I was not good at poetry. I admit it, but I like this poem very much. Because that's what I think.

"You asked me what I was doing before I was born. I replied that I chose my mother in the sky. I saw you and I think you are very good. I want to be your child and I feel that I may not have that luck. I did not expect that the next morning I would In your belly. "

When Song Yuan saw this, his mouth was raised at first, and then he held this diary against his chest and burst into tears.

She is not a good mother at all! She only brought him to this world, so few days to accompany him. People like her, who have such good and good children, must have saved the galaxy in their last lives.

What to do, coo, mother may never want to have children other than you in this life.

Except for you, the mother does not want to be the mother of others.

***

Under the arrangement of her parents, Song Yuan chose to go abroad to relax. She lost a lot of weight during this time. Every day when she looked at the clothes left by Rong Ting, she felt uncomfortable. She promised him that she should laugh and cry when she thought of him. It's been a few months since Rong Ting left, and Song Yuan's mood has gradually calmed down a lot. She has visited many places, met many people, and met many new friends. Some people like her to pursue her, but she found out Rong Hong did as she wished, and she seemed to have no way to like others. Every time someone said she liked her, she would always think of him. The time was too powerful and washed away all the dissatisfaction. Now when I remember him again All the things she can think of are beautiful and happy things.

No one would love her like him any more, saying that she had been hurt for 100 days, she thought, after so many things, after the cramps and bones, would she be better in her life?

It ’s just that, for better or worse, she has to live seriously and happily. This is the wish of those two people she loves, doesn't she?

During her time abroad, she accidentally discovered a novel.

This novel is very popular. It was broadcasted by the film and television in the form of a web drama last year. It also caused a lot of discussions on Weibo. She also discovered it accidentally. The more I read, the more I think this novel is about her and her. The story between Rong Hong.

She saw the ending of the book while traveling by train abroad.

There are two Fanwais, and one is written with the son and daughter of the protagonist, that is, the prince watching around the prince.

The crown prince missed his biological mother, Queen Emperor Rende, and went to Kuning Palace when she was upset. She stayed alone and sometimes stayed at Kuning Palace. This was not reasonable. Yes, it is a pity that this prince is the only son under the emperor's knees. The emperor trusts and loves him very much. The emperor does not say, who dares to slap in front of this prince?

No one knows the Minister of North Korea. When the prince was still in Langzhong, Queen Rende passed away due to illness. Can others stop the child from missing her mother?

The prince is not good at poetry, and the poems written are related to Queen Rende.

One time the prince was ill, and it was the mother who shouted in her sleep. Her Majesty, the Emperor, kept him up all night, and the **** quietly found that when the Prince yelled her mother, Her Majesty buried her head in the quilt, and her shoulders shook. Cried.

The pair of supreme father and son, one missed mother, one missed wife.

The strangest thing is that Her Majesty gave the Prince a small milk dog. The Prince named Durian, which he liked very much.

When Song Yuan saw this, he had a deep smile in his eyes. She knew that when the boy returned, he would definitely miss everything here, including durian.

Thinking of Rong Ting now, she can calm down.

How good, she saw in the book that her child really grew up healthy.

Another fancier wrote about His Majesty the Emperor.

The emperor was diligent in politics and never stepped into the harem. He died of illness at the age of thirteen, and died of illness at the age of 37. He died and was buried with Queen Rende after his death. Some people praised that before His Majesty the Emperor had ascended the throne, calligraphy and painting were unparalleled in the world, but I do not know why, after the death of Queen Rende, he never wrote poetry anymore.

At the age of 37 ...

Seeing here, Song Yuan's eyes were blurred. Did he die at the age of 37? Why is this happening? Didn't he take care of his own body?

Originally, Song Yuan thought she was about to accept the ending of this life away. She thought that her mood was about to calm down. At this moment, she was still panicked. A heart seemed to be seized and pumped.

Song Yuan was confused and confused on the streets of a foreign country. She didn't even know when the rain began to fall in the sky.

After returning to her mind, she quickly walked to a roof and squatted down. She looked at the puddle quietly and blankly. When it rained, she seemed to be able to feel the time passing clearly.

She didn't know when the journey would end or where it would end.

Did n’t you say OK, even if you are not in the same time and space, do you want to live well? Why did you leave so young?

I do n’t know how long, when she stared at the ground, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in her sight, very close to her, she looked up subconsciously, the man was holding an umbrella, he was handsome, The white hair was particularly conspicuous and his eyes were opposite. He smiled gently, "It's been a long time."