[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 11

Song Yuan quickly made up the image of an emperor in his mind: heavy dark circles, weak chicken-like figure.

In fact, it is not a big problem for men to have fertility disorders.

However, Song Yuan can't accept that her partner has such a problem, she is such a double standard ~

"Your father, um ..." Song Yuan is not a poisonous tongue. Naturally, he will not show his opinions about the emperor in front of the child. "Is his hair OK?"

Rong Ting stared at her, and remained silent for a long while, and still answered honestly, "Mother knows that her father is white?"

Song Yuan blurted out without thinking about it: "White hair? You just said he was in the prime of life!"

Oh my **** Did she really sleep with an old man and have a child? No, she does not accept such a script arrangement!

Rong Ting was also taken aback by Song Yuan's response, and returned to God with a frown and said, "Gu said, Gu is not going to lie to his mother. Father Emperor is indeed in its prime!"

"Then why is he white hair!"

This obviously makes Rong Ting unable to answer. The **** or even the **** of the palace will not discuss the father in front of him. He does not know so much about the father and the emperor. Concerned, "Since the solitary memory, the father emperor has been white-haired, but the queen mother has never lied to you. The father emperor is indeed in its prime. It may only be a few years older than the mother."

The more he knew about the emperor, the more he thought it was a dangerous topic.

Talking like this and understanding this way again, she was afraid that she really couldn't get through this hurdle.

"Okay, let's stop talking about him." Song Yuan took the initiative to end the topic. She said to Rong Ting, "Today is a weekend, and there are many people everywhere. I'm afraid you won't adapt. Let's go around here. There is a bookstore near here. I think you like to read books. Buy some books for you, okay? "

After all, Rong Ting was still a small child, and his attention was quickly shifted. He did like reading very much. Even though he did n't understand the text here, but under the guidance of his mother, he now probably understands how it works. Give him a while, maybe he can understand.

"Mother, can there be pen and ink in the house?" Rong Ting is a good boy. Although this is the mother's place of residence, even if he is curious, he just glances at it and dare not delve into it, let alone go through her house without permission. thing.

"You can't waste your studies alone. You haven't practiced a few days. If you are unfamiliar after returning to the palace, it will be bad after all."

Song Yuan was a little surprised. She pulled Rong Ting to sit on the sofa, found the book and pen from the drawer of the coffee table, and wrote two words on the paper. "Will you use this pen?"

Well, she felt that she was also talking nonsense, how could ancient people use pens.

"Well then, let's go out now and buy some books for you, and then buy pen and ink paper for you." Song Yuan thought for a while, and for the sake of insurance, she said again, "But say well in advance, you are good at pen and ink paper Do n't be too picky, after all, it 's not ancient now. "

Rong Ting thought her mother was shy.

He was a little stuffy, looked at Song Yuan's smiling face, sighed, and nodded, "Lonely."

He won't make her mother distressed, nor will she make her sad.

Song Yuan was relieved. Although the child sometimes did smell awkward, it was still reliable and sensible at critical times. If he was really that kind of bear child, even if she was kind to him, he would consciously stay away.