[MTL]My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 105: 105

Rong Ting is not so happy as a second-hand man.

Maybe his age is here, and he found that some ministers fool him as a child. In modern times, he is indeed a child, but in Dasao, he is twelve years old, no matter how he is considered a child? If he was a child, why did those ministers make a heavenly memorial to imply that he should have a princess?

When twelve-year-old Rong Ting was dealing with some things, he found with sorrow that the second-hand man was indeed one step away from the first-hand man, but it wasn't all that bad.

It was also at this time that he understood why the royal father-son relationship was described in terms of the monarch, the father and the son, first the monarch, then the father and the son.

More than once, his **** men have hinted that he should be a low-key prince. The prince's profession really needs to be taken into account. From ancient to modern times it was more dangerous than the emperor.

Although the Emperor has only one child, the Emperor is in his prime. If he wants, he can create a younger brother at any time.

Life is not easy, Rong Ting sighs.

In this life, he and his father and emperor could not be a purely close father-son relationship.

Whenever this time comes, he always misses his mother very much, and it is quite reasonable to say that he would rather talk to his mother than to be an official father.

Even so, Rong Ting is still very resistant to walking too close to the Minister of Central and Central China. Rather than rush to get angry because nothing happened, it is better to hurry up to improve his personal strength. Although he can't see through the heart of his father, he knows that his father Is a Mingjun, as long as he is good enough, as long as the father is not deaf, blind and ridiculous, then his position as a prince is very stable.

Rong Ting is working hard every day as a good prince. According to modern words, Rong Hong is definitely an emperor of partial science. He really stands out in terms of literature, and Wu seems to be ordinary. Rong Hong knows his shortcomings and he is a perfectionist. Therefore, we strive to train our sons into both human and military talents.

On this day, Rong Ting came back from the outside and heard that his father was sick again.

He didn't dare to delay going to his father's dormitory for a moment, and across the bed veil, he could hear the weak cough of his father.

"Prince, Your Majesty said that you shouldn't be too close, because you are afraid that the disease will be passed on to you." The **** supervisor stepped forward and said respectfully.

Rong Ting didn't listen, "go and see."

He went to the bed and heard that the father had let everyone in the palace back down. After a while, only the father and son were left in the huge palace.

"Father Emperor, what has happened to you recently? I asked the Taiyi, and the Taiyi said you were overworked. I was worried about you. I also deliberately read the records of this half year and found that you often get sick. What happened?"

Rong Hong opened the bed curtain. His complexion was not very good, but he was not weak.

This made Rong Ting, who had been in the brain all the way, watched and froze.

Rong Hong's right hand was fisted into a fist, and he coughed lowly on his lips, then laughed again, "Maybe someone is getting old."

Rong Ting: "..."

In his thirties, he said he was getting older?

If these words are heard by the grandfather and the grandmother, the emperor will be sharks.