[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 11

The two went out to the nearby Book City while the weather was good.

On Saturdays and Sundays, there were many cars and many people. Song Yuan thought that the book city was not far from home, so he didn't drive and took Rong Ting to walk past.

At first, Rong Ting couldn't adapt to the closeness of Song Yuan. Later, he didn't use Song Yuan to take the initiative. He stretched out his hand and motioned for her to hold it. He was also quite righteous about it. ! "

Song Yuan smirked, and looked at his little face and thought it was very interesting, "Yes, yes, I must hold my Highness to keep you from losing ~"

Hearing her mother used "My Highness" to call herself, Rong Ting's ears quietly turned red.

The two were holding big hands and walking on the road facing the sun. Rong Ting still shocked everything in the city, not just high-rise buildings, but also cars passing by.

He looked in surprise into the eye.

"This is the hometown of my mother-in-law ..."

Rong Ting couldn't see it anymore.

He is not ignorant. On the contrary, he was a prince from birth. His vision is not narrow, but on the contrary, he is very open. He can tell how good his mother is.

If the mother-in-law keeps thinking about it, or even does not want to go back to the palace with him, then he is not incomprehensible.

The mother-in-law in the old woman's mouth is stable and can be the mother of a country, but the mother in front of his eyes is cheerful and vivid.

After mother, lonely as long as you are happy.

The two went to Book City, and the Book City was particularly lively on Saturday and Sunday. Rong Ting didn't know what books were good. He had never encountered such books before, or Song Yuan helped him pick a few books for his age The story book, of course, also picked a complete set of well-sold father and son, she did not know if he had studied mathematics, and gave him a mathematical enlightenment.

Rong Ting is very happy.

In fact, he does not express his joy like other children of the same age. After two days of getting along, the careful Song Yuan has been able to initially distinguish his emotions. Just now, he is holding these books tightly With bright eyes and slightly raised lips, it means that the child is so happy that he can't wait to fly up.

As early as when Song Yuan was in junior high school, the interest class was already very popular. Now many parents will send their children to learn calligraphy and Chinese painting, so it is not difficult to buy a set of ink pens on the market. I bought it at the store, but Rong Ting was a bit disgusted with this ink-paper paddle, of course, he didn't make a noise.

After buying the ink pen and paper, Rong Ting was reluctant to go outside, and his reasons were very good. "Gu is unwilling to accept the views of others."

This is also the hometown of the mother-in-law. In the past, in the palace, how many people dared to look directly at him like this, and even took out the unknown object and face him?

Song Yuan squeezed his ears. "The ladies and sisters think you are very cute and handsome. That 's why I took pictures of you with my mobile phone. I have stopped them. Your costume is really handsome. All children in costume dramas must look good. "

Rong Ting rectified her seriously, "After the mother, you should not focus on appearance, let alone a man. Talent in the belly is far more important than skin."

Song Yuan: "..."

Actually educated by children.

It was almost noon when the two returned home. Song Yuan didn't control Rong Ting. She washed her hands and put on an apron and went into the kitchen. Rong Ting's mouth was really good. He didn't like to take out food. Whether he tastes good or not, he is very popular.

By the time Song Yuan finished his work, when he came out of the kitchen, Rong Ting was already writing.

She was curious about the level of calligraphy in the ancient age of five or six years old, so she looked at it and was surprised. Rong Ting wrote traditional Chinese characters, which is very similar to that. The character is out of it, but at a glance, the word is indeed very good.

Song Yuan can't do anything else. This rainbow fart will still work.

Rong Ting praised her very much, with a smug expression on her face, but when she thought of his father's teachings on weekdays, he should stop being arrogant and impatient, and then said very humbly: Taifu once said that the paintings and paintings of the father emperor are unique in the world. "

Song Yuan: "..."

This is the pro-son filter. In view of the fact that he has had white hair and only one son is suspected of having hidden words, Song Yuan has no impulse to the emperor ... naturally.

"Mother tried it later." Rong Ting handed the brush to Song Yuan.

Song Yuan didn't learn calligraphy, but she still took the writing brush and thought about writing down the three words "Dine" seriously on rice paper.

She was accustomed to writing with a ballpoint pen, which suddenly used a writing brush. Although the font was not crawling like a dog, it was not good-looking.

Rong Ting carefully observed the three characters written by Song Yuan, and his expression was as heavy as that of the bachelor who checked his coursework. He finally looked up and said, "Father Emperor lied to me."

"What do you mean?"

"When I was young, I didn't like to practice calligraphy. My father told me that my mother and his mother were good at it, but the son who was born was not good at it. Since then, Gu has worked hard at calligraphy."

Song Yuan, however, had a bold idea, would Gu Xiaoxiao find the wrong mother.

She just said, the man with the clever hand in his mouth was obviously not her, and the man in his mouth was certainly not her duck!

The person who knows best is of course herself. A person like her will never go through the ancient times and become a lady who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

When eating and packing the dishes, Song Yuan was still humming in his mouth: "Xiao Xun found his mother and found the fish. It's called mom. The fish shook its tail. Child, I'm not your mother ~"

Rong Ting heard that she was singing, came over from the living room, leaned her head in and asked, "Mother, are you singing?"

"My son, I'm not your mother ~"

Rong Ting: "..."

***

On Saturday night, Song Yuan had a dream.

It was strange that everything was hazy in the dream, and she could not see the faces of others.

It was at night, everything seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and all looked white, as if it was a heavy snowfall. The man took her to the tower. The man was gentle and careful. He raised his hand and wiped the snowflakes from the cloak for her. He took her hand.

She followed him and looked out of the tower.

Does not seem to feel cold.

In the eyes, the world is vast.

The man told her something, she couldn't hear it clearly, only at the end, he said in a low voice, never to lose her.

She is happy in the dream.

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