Chapter 222

"Little mother!" Small round son soft Nuo Nuo called, with a small short leg to run toward Mu light song.

"Ha ha ha..." Mu Qingge smiles and reaches for his hand to catch him, embraces his small body, "soft really comfortable!" Then, with a smile, he took a bite on his pink face.

Rong Jue's face was blacker than before.

Little Tuanzi was so shy that he didn't dare to watch mu Qingge, but his body arched into mu Qingge's arms.

Mu Qingge laughs again. He kisses two people on his face. The tip of his nose rubs against the tip of his little nose. He asks with a smile, "son, what's your name?"

Xiaotuanzi crisp way: "jiziyan."

"The surname Ji." Mu Qingge was stunned for a moment, and then laughed and praised: "yes, the surname Ji is the ancestor of the surname Wan!"

When Rong Jue heard the speech, a dark light flashed over his eyes.

Mu Qingge picked up Ji Ziyan and asked Rong Jue, "do you call him Yan'er?"

"Well." Rong Jue also sat down at the table.

Mu Qingge let Ji Ziyan sit down on the stool he was sitting on before him, "no other nickname?"

"I don't think so." Rong Jue glanced at her lightly, "do you want to give him a nickname?"

"Children always need a nickname to be interesting." Mu Qingge said with a smile and asked the child's opinion: "son, do you think so?"

The three-year-old has a clear mind: "if it sounds good, it's interesting; if it doesn't sound good, it's not interesting."

"It's my son, smart enough!" Mu Qingge patted Ji Ziyan's head with approval, "this is especially like me."

Like her?

Today's only recognized son, just hugged, said like her, the presence of people listening to Mu Qingge, this is very funny.

Rong Jue glanced at the big and small people around him, but nodded, "well, it's really like that."

It's a bit of an accident for the departing generals who are waiting at the door. If their husband suddenly brings back a child who looks like him, many women will be suspicious and suspicious. They may be friendly to their children, but it's hard to get close to them.

Mu Qingge is good, not only does not have the knot in one's heart not to doubt, but also opens the mouth son, closes the mouth son, joyfully all wrote on the face, now is joyfully said that the child looks like her, really lets the human surprise.

When Rong Jue decided to bring Ji Ziyan back, Jiang Li was very talkative and asked, "if my wife misunderstood me, what should I do?" He can see that his master is different from mu Qingge, but mu Qingge doesn't like his master very much. He is always called by a black heart, afraid that she will misunderstand something, so he hates him even more.

Rong Jue light a smile, "can't, that wench is different from the common people."

Jiang Li has to admit that Rong Jue really knows mu Qingge.

"Hee hee, right?" Mu Qingge was very happy when he heard it. He touched Ji Ziyan's head with one hand, supported his chin on the table with one elbow and thought, "but what's a good nickname?"

Rong Jue didn't answer. He turned to the housekeeper and said, "let's have the food served. Before that, let's have the food served to the little master from the kitchen."

"Yes." The housekeeper did as he was told.

Mu Qingge, unexpectedly, scratched his head and said, "Hey, nigger, what's your nickname?"

"Don't think about it if you can't think about it for a while." Rong Jue said, "it's better to let nature take its course."

"Oh, all right." Although mu Qingge wants to come out like a name quickly, if she has to bear the pain, it's better to let it go.

The dishes were quickly served on the table. The main hall used a large round table carved delicately. After the dishes were served, they were filled with round tables.

A few days ago, it was mu Qingge who ate alone. Although there were many dishes on the table, they couldn't compare with the number of dishes when they were together. Now there is one more child. Although children don't eat much, they are all specially made, and small bowls and dishes also occupy a lot of space.

So a table is almost full of dishes.

"Son, do you eat by yourself or do you want your mother to feed you?" Mu Qingge looks at those small bowls and saucers on the desktop and asks.

Ji Ziyan grinned, two small tiger teeth pointed, "little mother hello."

"Eat for yourself." Rong Jue's face was light, but she said, "you can eat by yourself since half a year ago. Why do you want your mother to feed you at this time?"

Ji Ziyan pursed his little mouth and looked at mu Qingge pitifully.

Mu Qingge didn't connive at him in this respect. He took the exquisite wooden spoon next to him and put it into his tender hand. "Darling, since you can eat by yourself, you can eat by yourself!"

"Oh." Ji Ziyan obediently took the wooden spoon and began to eat slowly.

Mu Qingge looks at him and thinks that he is really well taught. He eats slowly. If something sticks to his mouth when he eats, he will seriously stretch out his soft handkerchief next to his little hand to wipe away the dirty things, and then begin to eat slowly.

He looks less than three years old, but he really looks like Rong Jue. If Rong Jue didn't say that Ji Ziyan was not his son, she would really suspect that he was his own.

However, mu Qingge also found that Ji Ziyan didn't look like the emperor at all.

The four princes, more or less like the emperor, especially the second and third princes, have almost six or seven images, Rong Ying has three or four images, and Rong Jue has two or three images.

In other words, Rong Jue and the emperor are the most unlike.

He is not like the emperor, but he is like Ji Ziyan. Ji Ziyan is his younger brother. Do they both look like their mother?

Mother... When she thought of this word, she suddenly remembered that it seemed that few people had mentioned Rong Jue's mother. It was said that she seemed to be the first queen of the Emperor today, and now the queen was only later raised to the top

"What are you thinking?" Rong Jue frowned and called mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge suddenly recovered, "Oh, nothing."

"All the dishes are ready. Let's eat." When Rong Jue said that, the beautiful fingertip pinched a pair of chopsticks for her.

Mu Qingge takes it and is about to pick up the dish, but suddenly he finds one or two new dishes. One of them is a young pigeon with bright color, and one to four of them are steamed chicken wrapped in dried lotus leaves.

These two dishes are not only beautiful, but also fragrant. As soon as mu Qingge saw them, he could not help swallowing the foam. He glanced at Rong Jue and said angrily, "why didn't I have these two dishes when I was at home? You had them as soon as you came back?" Differential treatment!

"Because I brought a cook back from Nanling today." Rong Jue glanced at her and said, "this is jueyan's characteristic baicui fragrant pigeon and Bazhen lotus leaf chicken, which can't be eaten in the whole imperial city."