The money in the treasury cannot be used casually in the palace, and the money in the palace cannot be used casually.
"I don't know, I'm curious too." Yu Wenhao said.
One hundred thousand taels of gold, that's one million taels of silver. Yuan Qingling suddenly felt that he was suddenly rich.
She began to make calculations. Now that she had enough funds, she should make preparations for medical school after her confinement.
"By the way, has the name come down?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"Not yet." Yu Wenhao was also very melancholy, "The speed is so slow. Normally, the Ministry of Rites should have drafted a name early and sent it to the emperor's grandfather to choose. It has been a day since the birth and has not been named yet.
"
Yuan Qingling moved a little and her legs were sore. Yu Wenhao quickly massaged her. The abbot had said before that she had to massage her legs after giving birth.
"How about we come up with a nickname first?" Yuan Qing Ling said.
Yu Wenhao agreed, but his imagination in this regard was limited.
Coming up with a name is as difficult as writing a poem.
Yu Wenhao looked at her and said gently: "You have worked so hard to give birth to the child. The right to give him a nickname is also given to you. You can decide."
Yuan Qingling happily agreed and asked someone to bring the baby over.
She couldn't sit up yet, so the wet nurse knelt down and held the baby for her to see.
The three babies seemed to know that this was the mother who gave birth to them, so they all looked particularly well-behaved, with their dark eyes rolling around and their little fists grasping.
Yuan Qingling looked at it with red circles in her eyes. This was her child, the three brothers who had been tossing her in her belly for a long time.
She, Yuan Qingling, has three sons.
A year ago, if someone told her that you would have three sons in a year, she would call the police.
Seeing her looking like she was about to cry, Yu Wenhao comforted her: "You don't have to cry if you can't figure it out. Don't worry. Go back to Jing Yan, he knows a lot of words."
Yuan Qingling stretched out her hand and touched the big baby's face. The boy thought he had milk to drink, so he immediately turned his mouth and rubbed it hard, making a gesture of drinking milk.
Yuan Qingling smiled happily.
Yu Wenhao sat by the bed, watching her smiling happily while teasing the child, he couldn't help but smile softly.
"Does it look good?" he asked.
"It looks good, who do you think it looks like?" Yuan Qingling asked with red eyes.
Yu Wenhao felt that the child was now wrinkled and ugly, so he said: "Just like my father, my grandson looks like a master."
Yuan Qing rolled her eyes at him, "It doesn't look like it."
Looking at the child's profile, he actually looks very much like Yu Wenhao, but he is indeed wrinkled and a bit ugly, which Yu Wenhao doesn't want to admit.
But in Yuan Qingling's eyes, those three brothers looked like miniature versions of Yu Wenhao.
She said: "I originally thought about three nicknames. When I feel more comfortable, I will think about it with you."
"You don't have to think about it, just make your decision." Yu Wenhao said generously.
Yuan Qing Ling laughed, knowing that he didn't like to care about these things, "Okay, you go to the study and get that piece of paper. I wrote it on it. According to this name, I will give it to my father and the Supreme Emperor for review. If it is decided, we will
Just use these three nicknames, and we will wait until the palace decides on the big name."