The Beloved Imperial Consort

Mu Xiyao was pressed down by Zong Zhenglin to help him relax for a while, and then she was reluctantly let go by the man, and she cleaned her hands with a blushing face.

"Your Highness, did you choose a name for the little guy?" Mu Xiyao privately prefers the nickname of Little Baozi, but His Highness the Sixth Prince definitely doesn't want to, so she had to temporarily call the little guy.

When Zong Zhenglin heard this, his complexion changed a little. This morning, the old man delivered a message, saying that he will come in person at the third meeting tomorrow, and he has even thought about the name of his eldest son, and he will name it on the spot in front of all the visitors.

What this old man was going to do Zongzheng Lin had guessed all kinds of things, but he was really not happy to use his son's name as an issue.

In case he is not satisfied with the name given by the emperor, he can only thank him. How could he discuss with Mu Xiyao to choose a strong name that both of them feel good about?

Besides, this put Mu Xiyao's mother and son on the cusp, not to mention that his brothers were dissatisfied, even the female relatives of the various prefectures must feel uncomfortable.

Seeing his frown, Mu Xiyao thought it was some kind of taboo, "Could it be that a child has to be a full year old before he can be formally named?"

She has only been in Dawei for two or three years, and she has never had any contact with children. I just heard that in some places, there are first-year teeth, which will be officially recorded in the family tree.

"There is no such rule. But it usually takes a hundred days." Zong Zhenglin helped her to change her posture, and leaned on her chest to speak.

"This time the son is different. The old man will give the name himself tomorrow." Zong Zhenglin looked at Mu Xiyao without understanding what it meant, stroked her hair, wrapped her in his arms, and detailed about the eldest son of the crown prince.

Mu Xiyao frowned while listening, even the eldest son of the crown prince was named at the hundred-day banquet, so tomorrow Xiao Baozi will be forced to be the first to attract people's envy?

According to the prince's temperament that can't tolerate people, can he not bear the grudge?

Seeing her face turned cold, Zong Zhenglin hugged her and looked far. The two snuggled quietly, without speaking for a long time.

Mu Xiyao remembered Emperor Yuan Cheng in her heart, and by the way, gave the prince a black name. Decided to look for opportunities to assist her family's man to pry the narrow-minded, violent, and old-fashioned prince at any time.

With a decision in her heart, she let go and continued to think about her son's name. This is a big event in a lifetime, if the name is too offensive or ridiculous, she would rather call it another name, otherwise no one will be able to bear the shock of the whole life.

"His Royal Highness has the word 'politics' in the row, what is the emperor's grandson?" Mu Xiyao asked her professional consultant.

Zong Zhenglin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pretended to pinch her face viciously.

Mu Xiyao loves to study and has accumulated a lot of books on weekdays. She never expected that there would be such an omission that shouldn't happen.

"The surname of the Great Wei royal family——Zongzheng." Fengyan looked at her sideways, full of teasing about waiting to see her embarrassment.

Sure enough, the little girl realized that she was embarrassed immediately. She awkwardly crawled into his arms, and while she was busy, she complained shamelessly, "Who told you not to be called by name, of course I don't know."

Mu Xiyao was ashamed in her heart, married and had a baby, and even got her surname wrong, this oolong... She was too embarrassed to show her face.

This sentence reminded Zong Zhenglin of yesterday's angry "bastard."

At that time, the little girl called him by his name, but she was sneaky. It can be seen that she was not polite to him in private, and she didn't know how many times she said it in her heart. Zong Zhenglin felt that it was good to be called by his name, and he was much closer. It's a pity that the little girl pretended to be polite when she was sober, and she insisted on not opening her mouth.

The man's deep voice rang in her ears, "Jiaojiao had a very good life yesterday, and I was very touched by the name of a bastard." After speaking, he stroked her neck with his big hand, as if to settle the score.

Mu Xiyao lamented, how can a stinky man still remember to bring up old scores after giving birth? At that time, she was just acting fierce and fierce, and she was angry for a while. Where do you dare to make a fuss now?

She stretched her arms around Zong Zhenglin's neck, moved her small face closer to caress his side face, and said shamelessly, "I was in such a dazed pain at that time, I really can't remember. If I accidentally offend His Highness, then I will always... "Mu Xiyao's dark eyes wandered around, obviously trying to appease the boss.

That's what Zong Zhenglin said, but it was just to make fun of her. Hearing that the little girl bumped into her by herself, how could she let it go.

"Oh? What should I do?" The man waited for the next article with great interest.

Mu Xiyao saw that she couldn't procrastinate, her heart sank, her eyebrows and eyes were full of amorous feelings, Jiao Didi leaned forward, licked Zong Zhenglin's Adam's apple, and raised her head to whisper the word "bewitching" in his ear.

"Flesh compensation." The man scolded angrily, and it was a hard meal to suppress.

At night, Mu Xiyao suddenly remembered that Mrs. Zhang was poisoned and hadn't figured it out yet, so while gently shaking the steamed stuffed bun bed, she asked His Highness the Sixth Highness who was flipping through the book.

Zongzheng Lin didn't raise his head, and snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied that he didn't catch anyone. He also asked her to pay more attention, lest there be any further involvement in this matter. It is definitely not as simple as a woman in the backyard who can avoid his hidden guards.

On the morning of the third bath, Mu Xiyao was in high spirits, and she got up early to instruct Mo Lan to clean up the little bun. Seeing that he was obedient and not crying, he would spit bubbles on the nurse's shoulder after eating. more love.

Benefiting from Mu Xiyao's special physique and daily breastfeeding, the little guy grew up very fast and was very strong. The wrinkles on his face almost disappeared completely, and he didn't have the red skin and old face of ordinary newborn babies. The whole human flesh is white and fat, like a glutinous rice dumpling.

Mu Xiyao held the small clothes that were made by needlework, and the more she looked at them, the more satisfied she was, she urged people to change them, staring at her son happily. Such a dress is so cute, Mu Xiyao's eyes are shining brightly.

Sister Gui Huilan and the others stared at the little master's baby tiger clothes, and wished they could go up and pinch a few. The clothes that the master personally painted flowers are beautiful. No wonder Jiayifang's business is booming.

When Zong Zhenglin came in to hold his son, he saw a group of people gathered in a circle, chirping and chattering with their heads together.

With a light cough, when the people dispersed, she saw Mu Xiyao who was sitting in the middle proudly showing off her son, her face was full of pride and satisfaction.

Take a closer look, yes, his son is dressed like a tiger skin, with ears and a tail!

Now His Highness the Sixth Highness is not happy. His good son was being teased by Mu Xiyao... and looking at that little face that was quite similar to his own, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the woman had evil intentions.

Then he looked at his deep purple gold-edged prince's robe, which was obviously a solemn and noble dress. If he wanted to carry his son out like this, Zong Zhenglin felt that he might be laughed at.

His Highness the Sixth Highness was raised in a nest of wealth since he was a child. He was dressed in dignified attire, strictly regulated by the prince. Looking at it now, his son was simply the only one in the palace, and he didn't follow the rules at all.

Hesitating whether to change into a decent little dress, he saw the little woman with a bright smile on her face, shoving her son into his arms, triumphantly, shaking her head for approval.

Zong Zhenglin had a terrible headache, and seeing his son's attractive appearance, he felt that he would definitely suffer if he went out like this. Those housewives haven't rushed up to torture his son?

It's a pity that Mu Xiyao didn't give him another change of clothes, but played pitiful for him, pretending to be crying.

Without retreating, His Highness the Sixth Highness hugged his son stiffly, his face was tense, his steps were steady, and he went to the front very seriously.

All the courtiers who came to congratulate him today were waiting in front of him. Hearing that Emperor Yuan Cheng was coming, he brought his wife to congratulate him much earlier, and paid great attention to it.

The princes and the female relatives of all the mansions also came in order, and even the crown princess was talking to the fifth prince and concubine in the hall with her frail son in her arms.

The people who were chatting together in a group saw His Highness the Sixth Highness striding forward, and they immediately perked up and wanted to go forward to congratulate, but they didn't expect that the imperial chariot of Emperor Yuan Cheng would arrive, followed by the guard of honor of Concubine Shu.