Li Ke was not frightened by Youyang's hideous expression, but instead smiled even brighter.
Shaking her head, hey, this woman really doesn't have any qualities of a mother.
"The child is already one month old, is it time to give the child a name?"
Youyang suddenly thought that the child did not have a name yet, and put aside the question of whether the child was overweight or not.
"It's already taken."
Li Ke pulled Youyang to the desk, picked up the pen and wrote the word benevolence.
Youyang scratched her head.
She still had little understanding of calligraphy.
Isn't this just an enlarged word "two characters"?
She hurriedly protested: "My son doesn't want to be called Li Er."
"Ren" Li Ke couldn't help but correct him, wondering if his handwriting was so ugly.
What was her look like?
Youyang took a closer look and saw that there was another stroke in front of the two characters.
She shrank her neck and asked with a smile: "Oh, why is it called Li Ren?"
"A benevolent person is invincible in the world.
I hope he will have a benevolent heart and do benevolent and righteous things when he grows up."
Li Ke's eyes became long when he saw the word benevolence.
Like all parents in the world, he has expectations for his children's future.
Hope.
"But the child is still so young, Li Ren is a bit too old-fashioned."
Youyang's eyes suddenly lit up as he rolled his eyes.
"How about giving him another nickname?"
"You have the final say."
Li Ke laughed.
This woman is always creative, and he will agree to any name as long as she is not called "Zamao".
He is still haunted by the name of the parrot.
What name should I choose?
Youyang looked at the child's fleshy little face and thought about it.
Being fat is not good, not good.
What if my son grows up to be a big fat man?
No, no, no.
What if my son grows up and acts like a ball all day long?
No need to be strong, no, what if my son grows up to be bigger than an ox?
Poor parents all over the world, it turns out that it is so difficult to give their children a nice and auspicious nickname.
Youyang walked around the child in circles but couldn't come up with a decent name.
The child couldn't stand her hypnosis and fell into a deep sleep.
She was very fond of seeing the child's sleeping face as cute as a little pig.
Suddenly an idea came to Youyang, Xiaozhu, what a cute name.
She said happily: "Just call him Xiaozhu, okay?"
"" Li Ke was speechless and said that this woman couldn't come up with a good name.
Zamao is the best lesson.
He actually allowed her to name the child again under some strange circumstances.
Poor son, it's not that the father doesn't want to save you.
Father Wang really has no choice "You don't agree?"
Youyang was extremely dissatisfied when Li Ke smiled uglier than crying.
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Li Ke quickly withdrew his pity for his son and said, "I've said it all, you have the final say on your nickname."
Thank God it was just a nickname.
Fortunately, he had already chosen a nickname before her.
If the nickname was Piggy, Puppy, etc., then he would burst into tears.
But thankfully, "Little Pig" is not Is it already much better than "Miscellaneous Hair"?
Youyang pouted, the ancients are the ancients, I really don’t know how to appreciate it "Little Piggy calls Mommy" Melodious teases the child with great joy.
Little Piggy, what a unique name, her son will definitely thank her very much.
In the blink of an eye, the melodious baby piggy has turned one year old.
No, everyone in Prince Wu's palace is happily preparing for Zhou Li's capture for the young prince.
Catching Zhou Li is a big day for children, but as the protagonist, Xiaozhu has no idea of its special significance.
For him, as long as his mother hugs him, every day is the same.
The wet nurse had taken care of the little prince very early in the morning and put on a red wedding dress.
She wanted to take care of the little prince after he had finished feeding and then carry him to the princess.
Who knew that it would be difficult for the little master who was babbling and learning to speak?
She was very good at serving her, but she also refused to take the milk and kept crying for her mother.
Youyang stretched her arms and lazily got up from the bed, sighing in her heart that it was lucky that Xiaozhu didn't live with her, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep in bed.
She habitually touched the small box under the pillow, dug out some fragrant ointment from the small box and applied it on her lower abdomen.
She specifically asked Li Ke to find Wang Xijun to prepare this ointment, which was specially used to remove stretch marks.
Not to mention that although Wang Xijun became a monk, his ability to make ointments has not weakened at all.
Since her belly was larger than others when she was pregnant, the stretch marks were particularly serious.
However, within less than a year of using this ointment, the skin on her belly was as smooth as ever, and there was no trace that she had ever given birth to a child.
"Miss Xiu'er, is the princess up?
The little prince is making a big fuss."
The nanny was so crying by the difficult little master that she had no choice but to go find the princess.
Xiaozhu was afraid that his mother wouldn't hear him, so he cried so loudly that it was so loud that it was hard for Youyang not to know that he was coming.
"Bring it in."
Before Xiu'er could reply, a melodious voice was heard in the house.
After receiving the order, the wet nurse hurriedly carried the little prince into the room.
When Xiaozhu saw Youyang, he immediately put away his tears and giggled at Youyang.
"Cat-cat hug" Xiaozhu opened his two little arms to Youyang and scurried up and down in the nanny's arms.
A cat or a dog?
I really wonder if her son is taking revenge on her for naming him Piggy.
"It's mom, not a cat."
Youyang corrected her son's non-standard pronunciation and reached out to take the little pig back from the nanny.
After all, Youyang comes from modern times, so she is not used to being called mother or concubine.
She is more accustomed to her children calling her mother.
Xiaozhu did not disappoint her.
He called her mother since he could pronounce it, but this pronunciation is different.
Always frowned upon.
"Cat, cat, cat, cat" jumped into its mother's arms.
The little pig was so happy that it put its little head on the melodious neck and rubbed it.
Youyang looked at his son's actions before and after, and couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry.
He didn't know who the child looked like.
He was so exaggerated.
Just to see her, he would cry so hard every time that he would burst into laughter as soon as she appeared in his sight.
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The so-called "Zhou Zhouer" is to celebrate the baby's first birthday.
In ancient times, ordinary children would celebrate if they caught Zhou'er, let alone a child from an emperor's family.
Prince Wu's Mansion was filled with people who came to congratulate him early, and the gifts for the children were piled like a mountain.
After worshiping the gods and ancestors, seals, scriptures from Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, pens, inks, paper and inkstones, abacus, swords, ingots, account books, food, toys, etc. were placed on the altar.
The Zhou Zhou ceremony officially began.
The wet nurse brought the little pig over and asked him to sit on the magic table and ask him to grab anything placed on the table without any inducement, so as to predict his interests and future.
For example, if a child grasps the seal first, it means that when he grows up, he will take advantage of heaven's kindness and have a prosperous official career; if he grasps the pen and ink first, it means he will be eager to learn when he grows up, and he will have a beautiful article; if he grasps the sword first, it means he will be determined when he grows up.
Can practice martial arts.
Youyang didn't believe this, because the first thing she grabbed when she was a child was scissors.
At that time, the old man said that she would be clever and good at cutting and darning when she grew up.
However, she never even held a needle when she grew up.
The little pig, dressed in red, sat on the altar like a little adult.
He was not afraid of the strange faces of the group of people.
Sometimes he looked around, looking for his mother in the crowd, and sometimes he looked at the various things placed in front of him. thing.
The little guy looked at this and touched that.
When everyone thought he was going to grab something, he immediately changed his target
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