Chapter 56: Wash three

Mu Xiyao was pressed by Zong Zhenglin to help him relax for a while, only to be forced by the man, and his face was clear.
"His Royal Highness, can you give the little guy a name?" Mu Xiyao prefers the nickname of the little buns in private, but the Sixth Highness is definitely not willing, so he has to call the little guy temporarily.
Zong Zhenglin’s face was a bit worse when he heard this. This morning, the old man handed over the words and said that he would kiss him at the next three days. Even the name of his eldest son would have thought about it. When he came, he would give his name on the spot.
This lord is going to do what Zong Zhenglin guessed, but he was really unhappy with his son’s name.
In case he is not satisfied with the name of the royal name, he can only thank her. Where is the relationship between Mu and Yu Xiyao and the two people feel good?
Besides, this puts Mu Xiyao's mother and son on the cusp of the wind, not to mention that his brothers are not satisfied, that is, the daughters of the government are certainly uncomfortable.
Mu Xiyao looked at his brow and thought it was a taboo. "Is it necessary for a child to stand up at the age of a child to be officially named?"
She came to Dawei for two or three years, and she really didn't touch the children. I just heard that some places are old-fashioned, and then officially recorded in the genealogy.
"There is no such rule. But generally it will wait for a hundred days." Zong Zhenglin helped her to change her position and leaned on her chest.
"This time the son is different, the old man will personally give his name tomorrow." Zong Zhenglin looked at Mu Xiyao's unclear meaning, touched her hair, and circled the person in his arms, and said the eldest son's eldest son.
Mu Xiyao frowned while listening, even the eldest son of the Prince was given a name on the 100th banquet. Tomorrow, the little buns had to be forced to take the first step to recruit people's eyes.
According to the temperament of the prince's little belly chicken, can not remember the hate?
Zong Zhenglin saw her cold face, but also looked at people with deep gaze. The two quietly snuggled, for a long time never said.
Mu Xiyao gave Yuan Chengdi a note in his heart, and by the way gave the Prince a black name. I decided to look for opportunities at any time to help her man narrow the mind, the heart is violent, and the old man who is still not tuned to give up.
With a decision in mind, I will let go and continue to think about the name of her son. This is a big event for a lifetime. If the name is too damaging to the senses or if the thunder is too much, she would rather take a form to call it. Otherwise, it should be one person, and no one can stand it.
"There is the word "political" in the lower house. What is the age of the emperor?" Mu Xiyao asked her professional adviser.
Zong Zhenglin was crying and laughing, pretending to be fierce and pinching her face.
Mu Xiyao had a good reading on weekdays and accumulated a lot of money. I did not expect that there would be such omissions.
"The name of the great Wei royal family - Zong Zheng." Feng Yan looked at her obliquely, and all of them were waiting to see her kind of teasing.
Sure enough, the little woman reacted and immediately smashed. Don't twist into his arms and work hard, but also blame it without being ashamed. "Whoever wants to be named is not clear."
Mu Xiyao was ashamed in her heart and married her life. Even the family name was wrong. This oolong... she was embarrassed to show her face.
This sentence is a reminder of Zong Zhenglin’s arrogant "bastard."
The little woman called him a name at the time, but she slipped very much. It was obvious that she was not polite with him in private, and she did not know how many times she had recited it. Zong Zhenglin feels that being called is a good name and close to many. It is a pity that the little woman is pretending to behave when she is awake.
The man’s low voice rang in her ear.
Guijiao was born yesterday, and a called the temple quite touching.
After talking about her big hand, she touched her neck and made a fortune.
Mu Xiyao lamented that the stinky man still remembers to turn over the old account after giving birth to a child. How can this be good? At that time, she was nothing but fierce and arrogant. Where can you dare to swear now?
Zong Zhenglin’s neck was stretched out, and his small face was put together to rub his face, and he was not ashamed of his debts.
I was so confused that I couldn’t remember it. If you accidentally offended your Highness, then you should always... "Mu Xiyao's black scorpion dripping around, obviously in the thoughts to appease the boss.
Zong Zhenglin said this, but it was a joke. When I heard the little woman hit it myself, I will let it go.
"Oh? What should I do?" The man waited for the following with great interest.
Mu Xiyao looked procrastinated, but the heart was horizontal, the eyebrows were fascinating, and the Jiao Dian relied on the ups and downs, Zong Zongzheng Lin’s throat knot, and his head was in his ear.
"Meat pays." The man screamed and pressed down was a good grind.
In the evening, Mu Xiyao suddenly remembered that Zhang’s being poisoned had not yet been made clear, while gently shaking the buns and asking about the six halls of the book.
Zong Zhenglin’s head was not lifted, and he snorted, apparently dissatisfied with not catching people. Also, she paid more attention to it, fearing that it would be involved. Being able to avoid his dark guard is definitely not as simple as a backyard woman.
On the morning of the third day of the wash, Mu Xiyao was very excited. She got up and commanded Molan to clean up the little buns. He didn’t cry when he saw it. After eating, he sipped on the shoulders of the milk and looked at the bubble. The more you love.
Benefiting from the special physical condition of Mu Xiyao and breastfeeding every day, the little guy grows very fast and is very strong. The wrinkles on his face are almost clean, and there is no red skin and old face of ordinary newborn babies. The whole human flesh is white and fat, like a glutinous rice dumpling.
Mu Xiyao took the small clothes that were made on the needle line. The more I saw it, the more satisfied I was, the more I urged people to put it on, and stared at her son. Such a dress is really too loved, and I look at Mu Xiyao’s eyes.
Gui Lanlan and others stared at the little master's baby clothes, hate not to pinch two, this master's personally painted clothes are good-looking. No wonder the business of Jiayifang is a fierce one-on-one.
When Zong Zhenglin came in to hug his son, he saw a group of people in a circle, and smashed his head into a place to make a big noise.
With a light cough, and waiting for people to spread out, I saw that Mu Xiyao, who was sitting in the middle of the room, was proud to show his son, and his face was full of pride.
Take a closer look, he got his son's clothes like tiger skin, ears and tail!
The next six halls are not happy. His good son, who was stunned by Mu Xiyao... and looked at the little face that was quite similar to himself, how to think how the woman was bad.
Then look at his own dark purple Phnom Penh robes, obviously a grand and elegant dress, to hug his son, Zong Zhenglin feels that may be jokes.
The six halls of the temple were raised in the rich and precious nests from a young age, and all of them were honored and dressed, and the Prince’s regulation was one-on-one. Now, at first glance, his son is simply a one in the palace, and he does not follow the rules.
Hesitant to change a kimono, I saw a little woman with a blank smile, and put his son in his arms, smug, shaking his head and asking for approval.
Zong Zhenglin had a headache, and then looked at his son’s appearance. He felt that he had to be sinned when he went out. Are those women in the house not rushing to torture his son?
Unfortunately, Mu Xiyao did not give another change of clothes, but also gave him a pitiful, pretending to cry.
Without withdrawing, the six halls of the temple stiffened and held his son, his face was stretched tightly, his footsteps were steady, and he went to the front with a serious attitude.
Today, the courtiers who came to the door to congratulate him all waited in front of them. Hearing that Yuan Chengdi was coming, many of them brought their wives to congratulate them very much.
The princes and the daughters of the princes are also neat, and even the princes are holding the weak scorpion in the hall and talking to the five emperors.
The people who were still chatting and chatting in the group saw the six steps under the great steps. They immediately came forward to congratulate, but they did not want the emperor’s imperial drive, and followed the sorcerer’s ceremonies.