Although Rong Ting wasn't good at composing poems, he read through the history of the previous dynasty and the current dynasty's ancestors. It seemed that many emperors liked to compose poems. In order to cater to this trend and show that he was also a scholar, Rong Ting would occasionally compose two or three poems. He always modestly said that his standards weren't good, but among scholars, he could be considered above average. However, the strange thing was that when he wrote poems in the past, seven out of ten of them were about missing his mother, while the other two or three were about the weather and scenery …
One day, his retired Grand Tutor came to him and hinted that he should write a few poems in memory of his Imperial Father.
Rong Ting: "???"
Alright, he could only pinch his nose and compose poems. Unfortunately, his feelings weren't good enough, so he didn't have any inspiration. After a few months, he barely managed to compose two or three poems, and his standards weren't good enough.
Rong Ting felt that although his relationship with his imperial father wasn't bad, it definitely wasn't close.
Before he was six years old, his imperial father was like a mountain in his heart, strict and unapproachable.
After he was six years old, his imperial father's image in his heart was greatly reduced until he found out that his imperial father was preparing to fake his death and escape. To be honest, he was already very conscientious not to write a few poems to insult his imperial father. Now, he had to write a poem to praise his imperial father. He promised his imperial mother that he would be an honest person. Although it was inevitable that he would say things that went against his heart while sitting on this chair, he couldn't go too far and just stop when it came to it.
Thus, in the eyes of the later generations, Emperor Jiayuan had written countless poems in his 58 years on the throne. Most of them were about missing his mother. As for the poems that missed his imperial father … they could be counted with two hands. Moreover, they were all recognized as inferior to others. The feelings were more dry and not as rich. Some later generations guessed that Emperor Jiayuan might have a strained relationship with his imperial father. Since ancient times, most crown princes didn't have good endings. If Emperor Wuqing didn't pass away so early, perhaps the father and son would have a falling out because of the power struggle?
Of course, this was a story for later.
Because of Rong Ting's actions, there were some overly astute people who interpreted it too much.
These people all thought that he did not have a good relationship with the previous Emperor, and that he had lost his mother when he was young. It could be said that he lacked familial love, fatherly love, and had never enjoyed motherly love. Then he must have yearned for the warmth of a family!
Rong Ting's spy was also very capable. After he saw this rumor, he couldn't help but laugh. After laughing, he wanted to get angry again.
It was already ridiculous to say that he lacked fatherly love. What the hell was with saying that he had never enjoyed motherly love?
Your whole family has never enjoyed a mother's love!
My Imperial Mother and I are doing well. My Imperial Mother loves me the most!
He couldn't stand other people saying that he had never received his mother's love, so he secretly wrote poems, saying that his mother had made a lot of toys for him, saying that his mother had personally made a lot of clothes for him, saying that his mother had written a book about his diet, and even saying that his mother had left behind a diary that was filled with him …
Imperial Father trusted the State Preceptor very much. Rong Ting still let him stay in the palace. The State Preceptor didn't know what kind of adventures they had. Even if he was curious, he didn't ask.
The State Preceptor was knowledgeable and had a state of mind that ordinary people couldn't reach. He was also indifferent to fame and fortune. He was completely different from those State Preceptors in the history of the previous dynasty.
Occasionally, Rong Ting would go and chat with him when he was free.
On this day, Rong Ting finished his work and was preparing to take a stroll to look at the green plants to protect his eyes. At this time, he met the State Preceptor who was also there to admire the flowers and grass.
The State Preceptor was in his forties this year, but there were no traces of age on his face. He was always indifferent and had a gentle expression. He had an attitude that didn't desire anything.
He asked the State Preceptor, "Have you seen my Imperial Mother?"
The State Preceptor was stunned and shook his head, "I've only heard of her."
"Sigh, there are fewer and fewer people in the palace who have seen her. I don't know who to talk about her with in the future."
The State Preceptor laughed softly, "Your Majesty has a clear heart of motherly love."
"Yes." Rong Ting said in a low voice, "I always regret that as a son, I can't accompany my Imperial Mother to fulfill my filial piety. I don't know if there will be an afterlife. If there is an afterlife, will I still have the fortune to be her child?"
The State Preceptor thought for a moment and said, "If you are sincere, it will happen."
"Did you also say that to Imperial Father?"
The State Preceptor paused for a moment and nodded with a smile.
"But I feel that Imperial Father is not very sincere. He has already reunited with Imperial Mother as he wished. If I and Imperial Mother are not fated to be mother and son, isn't it too unreasonable?"
The State Preceptor had an ominous premonition.
This father and son both liked to make things difficult for others. On the surface, they both had an indifferent look of "I have seen through it and let fate take its course". In fact, they both had an indifferent look of "If you can't think of a way to fulfill my wish, then I will, humph" …
They both had the same thought: Anyway, the State Preceptor is omnipotent. If you are not omnipotent and can't even fulfill my small wish, how can you still have the nerve to be called the State Preceptor?
God knows, his position as the State Preceptor was forcibly conferred by the late Emperor.
It's too miserable to be the State Preceptor of your old Rong family.
The State Preceptor cursed in his heart, but on the surface, he still smiled slightly: "His Majesty will naturally get what he wants."
This Emperor was still much more sincere than the late Emperor, and it was easier to fool.
After all, His Majesty asked for the next life, not this life. In the next life, everyone would be finished with a bowl of Meng Po's soup. Who would remember who?
***
Song Yuan did not fully accept Song Haiping's business and company. With her current qualifications, she was not competent. At present, she was only a manager in the Beijing branch. The focus of Song Haiping's company was still in her hometown, so the Beijing branch was not very big. It was in an office building outside the Third Ring Road. Including her and the cleaning auntie, there were only a dozen employees in the company.
Usually, she was not very busy, but at the end of the year, she was very busy. On this day, she worked overtime until nine o 'clock. Her friends were all looking at the first snow in Beijing, but she did not have time to look. When she was about to turn off the office light, she found that it was snowing outside.
Although Song Yuan had been driving for a few years with a license, in the face of such weather, she did not dare to drive on the road no matter what.
In the past, she cherished her life very much. Ever since she experienced the separation of mother and son, she cherished her life even more.
After all, in her heart, she still fantasized that one day, Rong Ting would suddenly appear in front of her. Just like his father, who appeared in front of her with an umbrella and said, "Long time no see."
There was still a distance from the subway station, but there was a bus stop not far upstairs, and it could go directly to the entrance of her neighborhood. She had not taken a bus for a long time.
After packing her things, she left the company and went to the bus stop. After waiting for a few minutes, the bus she was waiting for arrived.
She took out her phone and scanned the code, then walked to the back of the bus.
There were not many people on the bus, and there were seats in the back.
Suddenly, she saw a person who should not have been there.
Yung Heng was sitting by the window.
She should have been able to see him at a glance. After all, his hair was very distinctive. It was white and stood out in the crowd. But this time, she realized that he had dyed his hair black.
Song Yuan sat down next to him and asked in surprise, "Didn't you say that you would only be back in two days?"
Yung Heng smiled and did not say anything.
He was going back today. The reason why he told her that he would be back in two days was to give her a surprise.
But now, looking at her appearance and expression, it seemed that there was only surprise and no joy.
In order to create this surprise, he had taken this bus back and forth several times. Fortunately, the driver was not the same person. Otherwise, would she think that he was crazy?
He knew that she would definitely not dare to drive on such a snowy day. He also guessed that the possibility of her taking the bus was higher. That was why he did such a stupid thing.
"Are you not happy?" Yung Heng asked her.
Song Yuan patted her forehead. "My brain is numb right now. Wait for me. When I come to my senses, I think I will be very happy."
What kind of answer was that?
Could it be that she had not come to her senses yet?
Yes, she was indeed half a beat slow.
"By the way, why did you dye your hair black?" Song Yuan pointed at his hair and asked curiously.
Yung Heng felt bitter and hopeless.
He was actually in his thirties now, and she was only in her twenties. There was a ten year age difference. The only fortunate thing was that on his ID card, Xie Heng's age was less than thirty.
Otherwise, with his future father-in-law's picky character, this age difference would definitely be a big obstacle.
He paid great attention to his health in ancient times, and it was the same in modern times. Although she always said that he looked like he was in his twenties, he always felt that she was comforting him. In order to make them look more compatible, he did not mind dyeing his hair once in a while.
She had never asked him why his hair had turned white, but he believed that she definitely knew.
Perhaps, this was also a piece of evidence that he loved her.
In the past, he used to mind that she didn't love him as much as he did. He was a person who cared about gains and losses. He gave too much but didn't get the same return. He had only done this once in his life, and it was only for one person.
"Is it okay?" Yung Heng asked her.
Song Yuan looked at him carefully. In fact, she had almost forgotten what he looked like when his hair was black. Looking at it now, she could vaguely overlap him with his past self.
"It's not bad."
Yung Heng's lips curled up slightly when he heard this.
It was the first snow in Beijing, and the two of them sat on the bus like this. Unlike the last time, the two of them were honest with each other this time.
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