When Rong Ting woke up, he found that his father was already up and reading a book. He felt a little ashamed. He always thought that he was very diligent, but he did not expect that compared to his father, he was still very lazy.
He did not like the hotel's bathroom very much. The toilet was too big for him, and he always felt that he would accidentally fall in if he sat on it.
His mother had specially bought him a special seat cushion. It was very convenient. Thinking about it, his father was not as careful as his mother.
He was used to squatting on the toilet in the morning, but today, he was worried and worried that he would fall in. He also did not have a good time.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Rong Ting followed his father to the hotel's restaurant for breakfast. It was a buffet service, and everything was available. There were not many people in the restaurant. The father and son sat in a quiet corner and enjoyed a good breakfast.
"Father, is the hotel here much better than the inn in our world?" Rong Ting asked curiously as he bit into a meat bun.
The rule of not talking during meals was abolished.
Although Yung Heng was not very close to Rong Ting, he always answered his questions. "The best room in the best inn in the Daye Dynasty is not as good as the worst one here. When I was still the crown prince, I hid my identity and lived among the common people for a period of time. At that time, I also lived in an inn. The quilt smelled very bad, and there was no independent bathroom. "
Rong Ting had never lived in an inn in ancient times. Now that his father mentioned this, he was full of interest. "There is no independent bathroom, then what about the toilet?"
"There is a toilet. But it is public. "
Rong Ting showed a look of disdain. "Isn't it very dirty?"
"Indeed, I didn't understand the situation at first. I went there once, but I didn't eat that day." Yung Heng obviously did not want to think about this matter. He found that the eggs on the plate did not smell good.
"It seems that ancient times were not as convenient and developed as modern times." Rong Ting said, "I like it here very much. In ancient times, there were no supermarkets, no TV, and no Yakult."
"You can't say that." Yung Heng smiled. "Here, you're just an ordinary person, just like any other ordinary child. But in ancient times, you were the crown prince. After I die, you'll be the emperor who controls the world. Here, it's convenient and developed, but there's no supreme power."
Rong Ting did not say anything.
He was still very young, but he had been the Crown Prince for five or six years. He had always been at the center of power. He understood what his father was saying.
Yung Heng lowered his head and pretended to ask casually, "Do you want your mother to go back with us?"
Huh?
Rong Ting was at a loss. He had thought about this problem before, but he did not expect that he would come here. At first, he did want his mother to go back with him … But later, eh, how long had it been since he had this thought?
Let Imperial Mother go back with them? Back to the palace?
Rong Ting subconsciously shook his head and said in a low voice, "No."
It was better not to.
Yung Heng was a little surprised. He did not expect to hear this answer from his son's mouth. He immediately became interested and asked with a smile, "Why? Don't you like her very much? Don't you want to be with her? "
"Of course I like Imperial Mother. I like Imperial Mother the most!" Rong Ting became excited, "I also want to be with Imperial Mother, but I don't want Imperial Mother to go back!"
No matter how excited he was, he would not speak loudly in public, so he did not attract anyone's attention.
"Imperial Mother doesn't like the harem, nor does she like ancient times. I know." Rong Ting lowered his head, "She likes it here the most. She also wants to be with grandfather and grandmother. Although Imperial Mother did not tell me, I know that she was not happy in ancient times, and she was not happy in the harem. I don't want Imperial Mother to be unhappy. Father, I like Imperial Mother. I just want Imperial Mother to be happy every day."
"But shouldn't a mother be with her child?" Yung Heng looked at him with a smile.
"That's not it. I just want my mother to be happy. "
Rong Ting did not understand the relationship between his parents or what had happened, but he was not stupid. From Imperial Mother's actions, she did not like ancient times, nor did she like the harem. As a son, how could he use his status to force Imperial Mother to do something she did not want to do?
Yung Heng fell silent.
His fingers unconsciously tapped on the table as he smiled, "You are very considerate of her."
"She gave birth to me."
After Rong Ting said this emotionally, he asked again, "Father, what happened between you and Imperial Mother? I once asked you why Imperial Mother married into the harem. You said that you did not remember. Now that you have recovered your memories, you should be able to answer my questions, right? "
This question …
"Did you not ask her?"
"I don't want to ask her."
"Why?"
Rong Ting gathered his courage and raised his head, "Because I can feel that Imperial Mother was not happy in ancient times in the harem. I don't want her to remember those things."
"Then why are you asking me? Aren't you afraid that I will be unhappy?" Yung Heng asked him with great interest.
Rong Ting glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head, "It's fine if Father doesn't want to talk about it."
"Do you really want to know?"
"En."
Yung Heng sighed. Of course he knew his son's temperament. He also knew that he was interested in things that he should not care about. However, he also hoped that his son would be able to learn some lessons from his experience.
Thus, Yung Heng began to narrate the events between him and Song Yuan without adding any emotion.
***
Song Yuan came back in the afternoon to pick up Rong Ting. She knew that he liked to eat sweet things, so she specially went to the supermarket to buy a thermos and packed fragrant sesame paste and milk bricks for him from a famous local store.
However, she did not know why, but when she arrived at the hotel lobby, she found that her son did not seem very happy.
Yung Heng, who was sitting on the sofa next to him and reading the newspaper, was calm and composed.
"Then let's go home." Song Yuan held Rong Ting's hand and gave Yung Heng a look. She wanted to ask him what was wrong with Gugu.
Of course, Rong Heng understood the look in her eyes. He smiled and said, "Maybe you're unhappy because you didn't sleep well."
"Is that so?" Song Yuan had a suspicious look on her face.
When the mother and son returned home, Song Yuan began to prepare dinner. She asked Gugu what he wanted to eat. He looked at her with a look of deep hatred, then said that he wanted to eat cola chicken wings.
Song Yuan thought to herself, he really didn't eat well.
When Song Yuan went into the kitchen to cook, Rong Ting returned to the desk and seriously ground the paper. He held the brush but could not write.
His original intention was to practice writing, but when the tip of the brush touched the rice paper, he was so angry that he directly drew a turtle on the paper.
Drawing a turtle was not enough. He even dared to draw a pile of poop on the paper, which slightly relieved the depression in his heart.
Song Yuan felt that ever since she brought Gugu back from the hotel, she had been spinning like a top. She had almost no time to rest. As soon as she got home, she would cook. After eating, she would put the dishes in the dishwasher and wipe the table. When she finally came out of the shower, she looked at the clock. It was almost nine o 'clock!
Although Gugu did not need her to tell him bedtime stories now, she still went to his bedroom before returning to her room to chat with him.
After all, they had been separated for such a long time.
Who knew that Gugu, who had always been exceptionally sharp, was still in a daze after she entered the room. He still had not recovered from his daze. She did not know what he was thinking about in his little head, but he was very worried.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Yuan sat by the bed and pulled up the blanket for him.
Hearing her voice, Rong Ting finally reacted. Seeing his mother's happy appearance, he could not help but raise his hand. Just like before, he carefully touched the side of her face.
Song Yuan was immediately stunned.
One had to know that Rong Ting was an old-fashioned child. He rarely treated her so intimately.
"What's wrong?" Song Yuan asked.
Rong Ting was originally upset, but when he saw her return to her happy appearance, he also became happy.
It was good that his mother was like this!
"Mother, it's been hard on you." He said.
He did not want to tell his mother that he knew about those things.
He wished that his mother would never think about those things again.
It would be good if he could be a bit braver. Then he could tell his father today that he would never mention the past in front of his mother again! And he would never make his mother unhappy again!
When he was six years old, he would become even braver!
Song Yuan thought that Rong Ting was talking about how hard it was for her to cook, so she smiled and said, "It's not hard at all. I'm very happy to cook for you. Every time I see you finish all the food I cook, I feel a sense of accomplishment."
"Un." Rong Ting held her hand and gathered his courage. He lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand. After doing this, his ears turned red.
He just remembered something.
Last time, his mother accidentally bumped into the corner of the bed. She grimaced in pain, but she still smiled and teased him, saying that it wouldn't hurt if he kissed her.
It wouldn't hurt if he kissed her, right? quot;
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