"Why fight?" the Queen Mother scolded with a smile, "They are all the young grandsons of the Ai family. They are all named Murong. They are all heirs of the Murong royal family and their future little masters!"
Murong Xitian said nothing, but what he was thinking about was how to get rid of this heavy burden.
His son cannot follow his old path and devote his whole life to the country. He hopes that his children can be happy, live a happy and worry-free life, and live a free life.
"According to the rules, you have to stay in the palace for three days before returning to the palace. Princess Xiao's daily life should be arranged by the Ai family." The Queen Mother hugged a grandson and when her kind eyes fell on Xia Ziluo, she flashed.
Through the invisible light.
Murong Xitian's face suddenly darkened: "No. When Luo'er wakes up, we will leave the palace immediately."
"Xitian!" The Queen Mother's face changed drastically.
Murong Xitian snorted coldly: "I am responsible for Luo'er. I don't worry about the others."
The simple and straightforward words made the Queen Mother and the Emperor tremble at the same time.
The emperor also understood and subconsciously walked to Murong Xitian: "That's fine. I'll make arrangements right now. When Princess Xiao wakes up, you can set off immediately. If you need anything, just ask. There are supplements and tributes. Take whatever you want. Don't follow.
I'm welcome."
"Don't worry, my brother will not be polite." Murong Xitian smiled, it felt good to have his brother on his side.
Murong Leiting patted him on the shoulder and went down to make arrangements. He had just become a father, his wife had just given birth, and he had court affairs to be responsible for. He was always the busiest person.
Soon it was night again.
Murong Xitian and Xia Ziluo returned safely to the palace, and Xin Jiefeng and Ju Qing came to congratulate them immediately.
"Ziluo, your three sons are so young. They feel like they will break if touched." Ju Qing hugged Xiao San and couldn't put it down, playing with Xiao San's little hands and feet.
Xin Jifeng just looked at them without coming forward, feeling a little disgusted: "They say children are the cutest, but why are these three so ugly?"
"Get out." Murong Xitian kicked up.
If he dared to call his child ugly, he would have to skin Xin Jifeng.
"He's already ugly, I'm right." Xia Ziluo hugged his eldest son and giggled, "But, when the full moon comes, who dares to say that my son is ugly again? I'll peel him off, pickle him, and roast him!"
Ju Qing came over and ignored the two fighting men: "Ziluo, have the children given names?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a figure suddenly jumped up in front of her. He directly pulled Ju Qing aside and took the main position. He held Xia Ziluo in one hand and held a few thick pages in the other: "Luo'er, come here.
Look, I have chosen a name for my husband before. Whatever you like, just choose it."
Those three hundred names?
Damn it, she thought he was teasing her, but she didn't expect it to be true.
Xia Ziluo subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead: "You don't really want me to keep giving birth, do you?"
"Why not? Life goes on forever!" Murong Xitian touched his chin with a serious look on his face.
"Get out of here." Xia Ziluo was angry, his fist fell on Murong Xitian, and he hammered hard.
Murong Xitian grabbed her little hand, put it to his lips and kissed it: "Luo'er, be good. Give the child a name quickly. Once you have a name, my husband will ask the emperor to give it to Xiao Er and Xiao Er.
The mistress is given a title. They are also princes. If they have a title, they will have a fiefdom, which can bless future generations."
