The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 56

[56. Chapter 56 Wash three]

Mu Xiyao was pressed by Zong Zhenglin to help him relax for a while, only to be let go by the man, blushing and washing his hands.

“His Royal Highness, have you given the little guy a name?” Mu Xiyao prefers the nickname of the little bun in private, but the Sixth Highness is definitely not willing, so he has to call the little guy temporarily.

Zong Zhenglin’s expression changed a bit when he heard this. This morning, the old man handed over the message, saying that he would come to the third meeting tomorrow, and he even thought about the name of his eldest son, and then he would give his name on the spot in front of the visiting people.

Zong Zhenglin can guess what this old man is going to do, but he is really not happy to talk about his son’s name.

In case he was not satisfied with the name given by the royal family, he could only thank him. How could he have discussed with Mu Xiyao about choosing a strong man that both of them felt good?

Besides, this puts Mu Xiyao’s mother and son on the cusp of the storm. Not to mention that his brothers are not satisfied, even the female relatives of the various houses must be uncomfortable.

Mu Xiyao saw his brows furrowed, and thought it was a taboo, “Could it be that a child has to be one year old before he can be officially named?”

She has only been in Dawei for two or three years, and she has never been in contact with children. . I just heard that some places are the first year of the year, and then they are officially recorded in the genealogy.

“There is no such rule. But usually it will wait until a hundred days.” Zong Zhenglin helped her to change her posture, leaning on her chest to speak.

“This time the son is different, the old man will give him his name tomorrow.” Zong Zhenglin looked at Mu Xiyao who didn’t understand the meaning, touched her hair, wrapped the person in his arms, and talked about the prince’s eldest son in detail.

Mu Xiyao frowned while listening. Even the eldest son of the crown prince was given a name at the Hundred Days Banquet, so tomorrow the little bun will be forced to take the lead in attracting jealousy?

According to the temperament of the prince’s small stomach and chicken intestines, can you not remember the hatred?

Seeing her cold face, Zong Zhenglin also hugged the person with a deep gaze. The two cuddled quietly, not saying a word for a long time.

Mu Xiyao made a note of Yuan Chengdi in his heart, and by the way gave the prince a black name. Decided to find an opportunity to help her family man at any time to pry the narrow-minded, violent, and old-fashioned prince.

With a decision in my heart, I let go and continued to think of her son’s name. This is a life-long event. If the name is too offensive or too shocking, she would rather call it in another name, otherwise no one will be able to bear it.

“Your Highness is lined up with the word ‘political’, what is the generation of the emperor’s grandson?” Mu Xiyao asked her professional advisor.

Zong Zhenglin didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, pretending to be fierce and pinching her cheek.

Mu Xiyao was a good reader on weekdays and accumulated a lot of money, but she did not expect such omissions that should not have occurred.

“The surname of the imperial family of the Wei Dynasty – Zongzheng.” Fengyan looked at her sideways, and there were all the embarrassing jokes waiting to see her.

Sure enough, the little woman reacted and immediately became embarrassed. Don’t embarrassed to get into his arms, while busy with work, but also complaining shamelessly, “Who is not allowed to be named, of course it is not clear.”

Mu Xiyao felt ashamed, married and gave birth to a baby, unexpectedly Even the family name was wrong, this Oolong… She was embarrassed to show her face.

This sentence reminded Zong Zhenglin of the very angry “Asshole.” The

little woman called him by his name, but he was very sneaky. It can be seen that he has never been polite to him in private, and he did not know how many times he had repeated it in his 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 woman pretended to be well-mannered when she was sober, and refused to speak.

The man’s deep voice sounded in her ears, “Jiaojiao was born so well yesterday, and the words of a bastard made this hall feel quite emotional.” After speaking, he stroked the side of her neck with a big hand and settled the account.

Mu Xiyao lamented that the stinky man still remembers to turn over the old accounts after giving birth, how can this be good? At that time, she was just being aggressive and ruthless, just for a moment. Where can you dare to clamor for chaos now?

He stretched out his arms and put his arms around Zong Zhenglin’s neck, rubbing his face with his small face, shamelessly reneging on the debt, “The concubine was so confused at that time that I really can’t remember. If you accidentally offended His Highness, then the concubine should have… “Mu Xiyao’s dark eyes wandered, apparently trying to appease the boss.

Zong Zhenglin said that, but it was just a joke. When I heard that the little woman bumped into herself, how could she let it go.

“Oh? What should I do?” The man waited for the following with great interest.

Seeing the delay, Mu Xiyao’s heart slammed, her eyebrows were full of amorous feelings, she leaned forward, licked Zong Zhenglin’s Adam’s apple, raised her head and whispered the word “beautiful” in his ear.

“Meat compensation.” The man scolded him angrily, and it was another good grind to press down.

In the evening, Mu Xiyao suddenly remembered that the matter of Mrs. Zhang’s poisoning had not been clarified, and while gently shaking the bun’s cot, she asked the Sixth Highness who was flipping the book.

Zong Zhenglin didn’t lift his head, snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied that he didn’t catch anyone. He also told her to pay more attention, for fear that this matter would be involved. The dark guard who can avoid him is definitely not as simple as a backyard woman.

On the morning of the third day of washing, Mu Xiyao was in high spirits, and got up early to instruct Mo Lan to clean up the little bun. Seeing that he was obedient and not crying, after he was full, he lay down on Grandma’s shoulder and blew bubbles, the more he watched more love.

Benefiting from Mu Xiyao’s special physique and daily breastfeeding, the little guy grew quickly and was very strong. The wrinkles on his face were almost eliminated, and he did not have the red skin and old face of an ordinary newborn baby at all. The whole human flesh is white and fat, like a glutinous rice dumpling.

Mu Xiyao took the small clothes made by the needle and thread, and the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became, she urged people to put them on, and stared at her son happily. It’s so lovely to dress up like this, Mu Xiyao’s eyes gleamed when she saw it.

Gui Momo, Huilan and others stared at the little master’s baby tiger clothes, wishing he could go up and pinch two, the clothes that the master himself painted are beautiful. No wonder Jiayifang’s business is first-class and first-rate.

When Zong Zhenglin came in to hug his son, he saw a group of people forming a circle, chattering and putting their heads together.

He coughed lightly and waited for the crowd to disperse, only to see Mu Xiyao, who was sitting in the middle, showing off his son triumphantly, with pride and contentment on his face.

Take a closer look and see that his son is dressed like a tiger’s skin, with ears and tail!

The Sixth Highness is not happy now. His good son was ripped off 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 bad intentions.

Looking at his dark purple gilt-trimmed royal robe, it 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.

The Sixth Highness was raised in the rich and noble nest since childhood, and he was dressed in honorable clothes and regulated by a strict prince. Looking at it now, his son is simply the only one in the palace, and he doesn’t follow the rules at all.

Hesitating whether or not to change into a serious jacket, he saw the little woman with a charming smile, shove her son into his arms, triumphantly, shaking her head for approval.

Zong Zhenglin had a terrible headache, and looking at his son’s attractive appearance, he felt that going out like this would definitely offend him. Those inner-house wives haven’t rushed up to torture his son?

It’s a pity that Mu Xiyao didn’t give him another change of clothes, and even pretended to be pitiful and wanted to cry.

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

The courtiers who came to congratulate him today were all waiting in front. Hearing that Emperor Yuancheng was coming, he brought his wife to congratulate him in advance, and he attached great importance to it.

The princes and the female relatives of the palaces also came in order, and even the crown prince was holding the frail son-in-law and talking to the fifth prince in the hall.

The people who were still chatting in a group saw the Sixth Highness striding forward, and they immediately cheered up and went forward to congratulate them, but they didn’t want Emperor Yuan Cheng’s imperial car to arrive, followed by the honor guard of Concubine Shu.

[End of This Chapter]