Song Yuan might not know how to explain other things, but this matter was too simple for her!
Song Yuan took out her phone from her pocket as fast as she could and opened her photo album. It was filled with her treasured photos.
Opening a photo of a handsome man, Song Yuan asked excitedly and nervously, "To me, this is handsome."
Then, she searched for a passerby's photo online. "To me, this is not handsome."
Rong Ting's expression at this moment was really like an old man looking at his phone on the subway.
He was also very puzzled as to why his mother was like this.
"So, Imperial Mother is asking if my Imperial Father is elegant, handsome, confident, and graceful?"
Song Yuan exclaimed, then smiled and said, "Okay, you can say that." No wonder some netizens were calling for her to read more. Up until now, her language knowledge was really very poor. She only knew kwsl, awsl, I can, yum yum, hahahaha, what the f * ck …
She had graduated from university and was even worse than a child.
Rong Ting thought for a moment. Considering that the people he saw every day were either eunuchs with croaky voices, female palace maids, or silver-haired imperial tutors, he really didn't know if he should use these words on his father.
"Father is not angry but dignified. He is diligent in political affairs and has a broad mind. He is a wise ruler."
Song Yuan was silent for a moment. "Your father is not here, so you don't have to flatter him. Just tell the truth."
Rong Ting answered honestly, "I don't know. Imperial Father should be handsome. "
What did she mean by should be?
It made one's heart go up and down.
"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. I just want to ask you, is he old?" As if afraid of hearing a bad answer, Song Yuan said again, "If he is old and has a stubble, maybe he doesn't even have a few strands of hair, then don't tell me! If that's the case, then don't tell me. I won't be able to sleep tonight. "
Rong Ting heaved a sigh of relief. "I can still answer this question. Father is in his prime."
Song Yuan also heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Gugu. I won't have nightmares tonight."
After chatting for a while, Rong Ting didn't feel awkward anymore. When Song Yuan was patting the skincare lotion on his face, he made his request, "Imperial Mother, I've already memorized the story you wrote for me, but I've never heard it from Imperial Mother's mouth. It's really regrettable …"
So he had been at loggerheads all this time because he wanted to hear her tell him a bedtime story?
Although Song Yuan really wanted to surf the Internet at this moment, she wouldn't ignore a child's request. She readily agreed, "Okay! You go lie on the bed first, I'll come after I'm done. "
Rong Ting was overjoyed when he heard that. He returned to his room happily.
This palace was a bit small, but because he was with his mother, he felt more comfortable and happy here than in his own palace.
He couldn't resist and rolled around on the bed. Then, he felt that it was inappropriate for him to do so, so he sneaked a peek. When he saw that his mother didn't see him, he felt slightly relieved.
Ever since that strange incident, Song Yuan was even more strict with her skin.
She was very willing to spend money on taking care of her face and body. Other than the essential cosmetic products, her usual skincare products were all high-end and expensive. After this period of recovery, her skin finally returned to its previous fair, tender, and lustrous state. In the past, she would rely on her youthful collagen to stay up all night. Now, she didn't dare to seek death. Other than last night, she wished she could fall asleep before 10 o 'clock at night.
She conscientiously completed the tedious skincare steps one by one. During this time, Rong Ting even impatiently urged her once.
Sure enough, men were impatient no matter what age they were!
Song Yuan came to Rong Ting's room and moved a chair to sit at the head of the bed. "What story do you want to hear?"
Rong Ting was already sleepy, but he still pulled himself together. To him, listening to his mother tell him a story was more important than sleeping.
"Crows drink water."
Song Yuan still had a deep impression of this story. After all, her grandmother always told her this story when she was a child.
She recalled it in her mind and then began to tell the story fluently.
After a while, Rong Ting closed his eyes and fell asleep. She didn't know if it was because his sleeping posture was wrong, but he even made a slight snoring sound.
Song Yuan looked at his sleeping face and wanted to reach out and touch his face. He was really cute. When he smiled, there were shallow dimples. However, he rarely smiled and was very old-fashioned at a young age.
No matter how precocious he was, he was still a child. In the face of this completely unfamiliar world, he was actually very dependent on her. However, he didn't say it. He even said several times that he wanted to protect her and protect her.
Good night, Gugu. Sleep well.
Everything can happen in dreams.
***
When she returned to her bedroom, Song Yuan wasn't in the mood to surf the Internet anymore. She found an organization that could do a paternity test online. Fortunately, they were also working on weekends. In the afternoon, she had already called to make an appointment. The day after tomorrow, she only needed to bring her and Rong Ting's hair to the paternity test.
Before going to bed, she helplessly set an alarm for herself. On weekends, she could clearly sleep until she woke up naturally, but she had to wake up at seven o 'clock. Gugu, this child, was too disciplined and didn't laze around in bed at all. He woke up even earlier. Waking up at seven o' clock was already her limit. It was also the result of her compromise.
The next morning, Song Yuan opened the take-out app like yesterday. After searching around, she didn't find anything she wanted to eat. She was really affected by this child. When she saw other people's bad reviews, she flinched a little. In the past, she didn't look at other people's reviews. Now, "It's not fresh, it's stinky," "It's too oily, I already told you not to put in spicy, but you still want to put in spicy food. You want to kill me with spicy food?"
Her stomach was made of iron and had long been immune to poison. However, Gugu was a child. As his temporary guardian, she still had to take responsibility. She couldn't let him have a stomachache and go to the hospital, right?
"It's cold today. Eat something hot."
Song Yuan decided to have noodles for breakfast. She put Shanghai green, luncheon meat, and fried a poached egg in the noodles. Of course, there was still a difference between the two bowls of noodles. Rong Ting's bowl was very bland. She felt uncomfortable if she didn't eat spicy food for a day. Previously, she bought chopped chili online. She put two spoonfuls into the bowl. Smelling the chili's fragrance, it was so tempting that she salivated.
After all, Rong Ting was a child. He was very interested in her bowl of noodles. From time to time, he would raise his head to take a look.
"Imperial Mother, what's that?"
Song Yuan was a little surprised. "Don't you have chili there?"
Could it be that there weren't chili in ancient times?
Rong Ting's expression changed slightly. "There are many capable people in this country. It's just a mere chili. As long as Imperial Mother likes it, I will definitely have someone plant it."
Only then did Song Yuan realize that something was wrong. She put down her chopsticks and looked at Rong Ting. "Gugu, what do you mean? Don't tell me you want me to go back with you? "
Rong Ting remained silent. It could be considered that he admitted to it.
He did have such thoughts. In this place, his Imperial Mother's life was so miserable. There was no one in the palace to serve her. It was really hard for her to do everything by herself. Now that he was reunited with his Imperial Mother, he naturally wanted to bring his Imperial Mother back to the palace.
"You must not have such thoughts!" Song Yuan felt that this was a matter of principle. It was still necessary to make it clear to Rong Ting. "I'm not interested in the ancient times. Really. Without my phone and computer, I definitely won't live long. Every day is so boring."
"I will accompany you," Rong Ting said softly. "As long as it's something that Imperial Mother wants or likes, I will find it for Imperial Mother."
"Rong Ting, listen to me. I definitely won't be able to live in the ancient times. I won't be used to it either. It's not a world that I'm familiar with." Song Yuan thought for a while and said, "Moreover, I can't accept the ancient system from the bottom of my heart. I won't be happy there. Do you know that we have a monogamous system here? I definitely, definitely won't accept my boyfriend, my husband, or anyone else other than me."
It was probably because Rong Ting was precocious and smart that Song Yuan couldn't treat him like a child at certain times. Just like now.
"Imperial Father has never stepped into the imperial harem." Rong Ting looked at her. "Imperial Father only has this one child. Isn't this the monogamous system that you mentioned? Imperial Mother is Imperial Father's wife, and the imperial concubines in the imperial harem are just concubines. Imperial Mother, why do you care so much? "
This was probably the difference between the ancient times and the modern times.
She knew how much Rong Ting longed for and admired the mother he spoke of. It was even possible that in his heart, his mother was an existence that was much more important than his father and other matters. However, the era he lived in, the education he received, caused some of his thoughts to be deeply ingrained.
Even a young child was like this, let alone an adult, such as the Imperial Father that he mentioned.
It couldn't be said that anyone was wrong. No one was wrong. It was just that their standpoints and thoughts were different.
"But I care a lot."
Song Yuan picked up her chopsticks and wanted to continue eating her noodles. She remembered that Rong Ting seemed to have mentioned more than once that he was his Imperial Father's only child …
There was a very serious question!
"Gugu, you said that you are your father's only child?"
Rong Ting was originally still disappointed. He wanted to take his Imperial Mother back, but his Imperial Mother didn't want to go back.
Imperial Mother said that she wouldn't be happy if she went back. He only wanted his Imperial Mother to be happy.
He was like a little quail that had been provoked. At this moment, he was very dejected.
When he heard Song Yuan's question, he raised his head again. "Yes."
Song Yuan's expression was very complicated.
As an emperor, there were countless beauties in the imperial harem. He was still in the prime of his life, but he actually only had one child. Moreover, it was possible that the child was born of her, a transmigrator. Why didn't the natives have any news about it? Then, there was another question. Why didn't he step into the imperial harem?
Basically, he could cross out the possibility of "keeping his chastity for his wife".
Men in ancient times, heh.
Emperors in ancient times, heh heh.
Heh. How many emperors were called devoted and devoted by later generations? Didn't they also happily have children with other people?
If he really had the awareness of monogamy, there wouldn't be the existence of other imperial concubines in the imperial harem.
He was either so busy that he didn't even have time to solve his biological problems.
Or he wanted to find an excuse to cover up some kind of hidden illness.
As for Gugu, she thought that it should be the product of her transmigration cheat. Yes!
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