Even though I was frightened at night, I shuddered when I heard the words Ji Dachui.
His cute little grandson, the word "sledgehammer" is really inappropriate.
His daughter is good in every way, but the power of naming her is beyond praise.
After Qingge finished talking about Ji Dachui, the entire Ye Shen Palace hall fell into dead silence.
The little bun tilted his head, blinked, and then smiled with crooked eyebrows, "It sounds really good."
Everyone: "..." Little Baozi, if you speak without conscience, won't your conscience hurt?
"What's so nice about that?" Alian rolled her eyes. Even if she wanted to protect her mother, she couldn't be so ignorant of her conscience.
The light reflected in the little bun's eyes, and he explained seriously: "The word "big hammer" is separated. From the word "big", it can be seen that my mother hopes that I will grow up safely. When I become an adult, I can protect my mother.
As for the word "hammer", my mother hopes that I can have the strength to protect the people around me."
Seeing Xiao Baozi's serious analysis, everyone was dizzy. It seemed that there was a little bit of truth?
Little Baozi happily ran towards Qingge, threw himself into his arms, and took a deep breath of the fragrant air. Little Baozi raised his head and looked at Qingge with a smile, and said, "This shows how much my mother hopes for me."
Qingge was so moved that she knelt down and picked up the little bun. Sure enough, her son understood her.
Look at all of them, they are uneducated, it’s really scary, they don’t know the meaning of a sledgehammer.
Qingge put the little bun in Ye Jingfeng's arms, "Here, your grandson."
"grandson?"
The little bun looked back at Qing Ge, "But grandpa?"
Qingge nodded.
Ye Jingfeng was holding the little bun stiffly, not even daring to move. Especially the smell of milk on the child's body made Ye Jingfeng stunned and unable to react.
Little Baozi broke away from Ye Jingfeng's arms. Ye Jingfeng's eyes were a little dim. The next moment, Little Baozi saluted in front of Ye Jingfeng in a decent manner, "Grandpa, grandson is polite.
"
Ye Jingfeng was stunned, crying with joy, his eyes were red, he knelt down and picked up the little bun again, "Good grandson, good grandson."
"Your son is so lovable," Feng Qi said.
Qingge raised her eyebrows with a proud look on her face. Fengqi chuckled, "Why are you so proud? One day, she will also have a son."
Qingge handed the refined potion to Little Baozi, who took the bottle and looked at it, "Mother, is this?"
"Be able to hide the color of your eyes."
Hearing this, the little bun was ecstatic, opened the bottle cap, and swallowed it in one breath.
Not long after, Little Baozi's eyes stung slightly. He subconsciously closed his eyes tightly and wanted to raise his hand to rub it. Qingge held his wrist and said, "There is some stinging, and it will be gone soon."
Sure enough, the pain stopped after a moment, and the little bun slowly opened his eyes. It was no longer the coquettish eyes, but a pair of bright, lively and penetrating black eyes.
The little bun's eyelashes are very long, black and thick, and his watery eyes are shining like obsidian.
"Mom, do you love me more just now or me now?" Little Baozi asked expectantly with his eyes shining brightly.
Qingge smiled and rubbed the little bun's head, "As long as it's you, I love it."
The little bun covered his mouth with his hands and narrowed his eyes as he smiled.
The little buns are like warm sunshine, which can dispel the endless darkness and make people feel warm.
Everyone's mood was affected by it and they were very happy. Only Liu Yan'er frowned as she looked at the little bun.
She only knew that Qing Ge originally had Blood Demon Seeds in her belly, but she never heard Qing Ge mention the Blood Demon Seeds again. What happened to this child——
Liu Yan'er was worried about Qing Ge.
Everything that is unknown has no definite number and is unmeasurable.
Uncle Wei walked towards Little Baozi with his heavy legs. He looked at Little Baozi complicatedly and wanted to say something, but he hesitated.
Little Baozi spotted Wei Bo and turned to look at Wei Bo. He looked at him for a long time with his eyes open, and a smile appeared on his face, "Do you want to hug me?"
Wei Bo was stunned and didn't know how to respond.
"Uncle Wei, please hug him, it's his child." Hearing Qing Ge's words, Uncle Wei had some reaction. He calmed down his emotions and tried to hug the little bun.
"This is your Grandpa Wei." Qingge introduced.
The little bun grinned, "Does grandpa like me?"
"I like it, I like it..." I like it very much.
Ye Jingfeng saw that the little bun was in Uncle Wei's arms. His arms were empty, and his heart was also empty.
Qingge saw that Ye Jingfeng was a little agitated, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She is such an old person...
Uncle Wei held the little bun in his arms and couldn't help but shed tears.
He looked at Qing Ge and said, "Back then, the king was so young."
Ji Yue at that time looked exactly the same as Little Baozi now.
It's just that they have two completely different expressions. If the little bun is the rising sun in the east, then Prince Ji is the cold lonely moon in the endless cold night.
Ye Jingfeng noticed the different change in Uncle Wei's expression when he held the little bun.
He met Ji Yue and naturally discovered who the child's father was at the first glance.
And Wei Bo is the person left by Ji Yue. Although he is an old slave, anyone with a discerning eye knows that Wei Bo and Ji Yue have an unusual relationship.
Ye Jingfeng said: "Uncle Wei, he doesn't have a name yet, why don't you give your grandson a name?"
Uncle Wei raised his head, extremely surprised, and immediately shook his head, "This old slave cannot be responsible for naming."
no name?
Qingge touched her chin.
Was the Ji Dachui she took simply ignored by Ye Jingfeng?
However, seeing what Ye Jingfeng said, and thinking of Uncle Wei and Ji Yue's relationship, Qingge smiled slightly and said generously: "Uncle Wei, just pick one."
"Name it, name it." Little Baozi's eyes lit up.
Wei Bo was deeply moved. Although he was not Ji Yue's father, he had always played the role of father for so many years.
When he saw the little bun, he seemed to see his own grandson.
"The one with the richest anointing is the light. I hope this child will always be like this, just like the light. Why not call him Ji Ye? Ye is the same as the surname of Emperor Dong, which has a profound meaning. I wonder if Emperor Dong and Lord Ye like it?" Wei Bo asked.
Qingge nodded, "It does sound better than Sledgehammer."
Everyone: "..." Does that sound better? There are clearly two levels.
Ye Jingfeng liked it very much, "Ji Ye is good, nice to listen to, and not tacky." Ji Dachui and other things are not too tacky.
The little bun jumped down and jumped up and down, "I have a name, my name is Ji Ye."
The little bun danced happily and fell down suddenly.
Qingge's heart tightened, and Wei Bo and others walked away quickly with worry.
The little bun moved his limbs and then got up.
Little Baozi walked up to Qingge with tears in his eyes: "Mom, it hurts so much, I need a hug."
If Mo Yu were here and saw the demon king fall like this, I'm afraid he would have an expression that was hard to describe.
Qingge picked up the little bun and patted the little bun's back to comfort him.
Wei Bo took a deep breath.
Back then, little Ji Yue was covered in bruises. When he was healing little Ji Yue, little Ji Yue remained silent and her face turned pale.
He asked: "Does it hurt?"
"If it hurts, will my mother worry about me? If not, then it doesn't hurt."
To this day, he still remembers his answer.
Little Bun is in pain, and he only wants his mother's care.
If there is no care, even if it is riddled with wounds, it will not hurt.