Chapter 688

Two days is not much. Luo qingluan just wants to relax.

She didn't read any medical books. She didn't even touch her most important silver needle and medicine. All her energy was focused on how to play, how to accompany Nalan night and how to tease her son.

In the morning, the aroma of the whole room makes Nalan's fingers move at night. After washing, the rich breakfast has been filled with the table. The son was taken care of by the nurse for the time being. He only ate the milk at the beginning of Mao. He will sleep soundly. Don't worry. Luo qingluan hasn't cooked in person for a long time. Try it today and soon find out what she used to feel.

Crab roe bun Thin skin, many fillings, thick soup, fresh shrimp dumplings are also exquisite and small, one by one. Luo qingluan filled a bowl of golden millet porridge to Nalan night: "taste it, how does it taste?"

Nalan night took a chopstick, silver tooth silk and a mouthful of millet porridge. Although they were ordinary breakfast, they felt that the taste was particularly good.

In the past, he never cared about what to eat. It was enough to fill his stomach. When marching and fighting, he was busy for a day or two without touching a grain of rice. He has been used to such a life. He has to bear the strong pressure. So many brothers, soldiers and generals follow him one by one. Their lives are almost in the hands of one person.

So he must make himself strong so that they can follow him all the time.

The spiritual pillar is not so easy to be. If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. He is very tired and can't see his head.

But now... He finally has a person who knows the cold and the hot, with him.

"Qingluan, your craft is always so good." Nalan night smiled and picked up a fresh shrimp dumpling in luoqingluan bowl. He said with pity, "try what you made. It's really delicious. You're hungry after a busy morning."

"I'll cook what I want to eat tomorrow morning." Nalan's lips smiled and looked at Luo qingluan.

I knew that Nalan night's craftsmanship was also quite good. Luo qingluan couldn't help feeling a little excited when facing the breakfast on the table: "you cook..." she smiled: "there are so many people in the palace, you're not afraid to be seen. Laugh at you. Lord Chu washed his hands for soup and lost your identity?"

"Do you say that being a husband cares about these false names?"

Nalan night doesn't care. What he always wants to do is only from his heart. As long as he wants, no one can stop him.

He wants to make Luo qingluan happy. Everything is good. This is his woman. Even if she is angry and asks him to bark like a dog, he will also... Er... Um, it's better to close the door. Wang Wang said twice. As long as he looked at qingluan and smiled, his son was happy. How could he care about these unwarranted faces?

He is the king of Chu. He wants to be inside and lose face when he closes the door.

While they were eating, Luo qingluan drank a mouthful of millet porridge and asked him, "by the way, didn't you say you thought of some names for your son the day before yesterday? What's his name? Su Yi asked me last time. I don't know yet."

About the name of his son, Nalan night naturally took great pains.

He is alone. The only two closest people are Luo qingluan and his son. Now, what should the name of this little thing representing the continuation of his life be called? He has turned over countless books and thought of dozens of names. So far, he still hesitates.

In fact, when he knew that Luo qingluan was pregnant with a child, Nalan night began to think, but he was on the battlefield at that time, the situation changed rapidly, and he didn't have much time. Now that he was finally free, he was able to focus on his son and his woman.

Well, Nalan ate millet porridge at night. Even if his appetite was a little windswept, his actions were still elegant. Then he said several alternative names: "after reading some books, I also thought of a few, so I don't know what you like."

Then he took out a folded paper from the dark bag around his waist and handed it to Luo qingluan: "look."

After taking a look, Luo qingluan couldn't help laughing. Unexpectedly, Nalan night had given so many names to his son. She murmured: "jade, Changyi... And the word Jing... What's the name?"

Anyway, these names Nalan night feel good. The final decision is left to Luo qingluan: "whatever you think is good, it depends on which you like."

For a moment, he even forgot to eat breakfast. Luo qingluan repeatedly selected and hesitated for a long time to ask, "otherwise, it's better to call Nalan Changyi." As soon as she finished speaking, she said again, "but I think Nalan Yexi is also good..."

"It's all right. Save it for the next one." Nalan night smiled: "it's not just a son? Don't worry, maybe these names won't be enough in the future!"

Not enough? what!

Luo qingluan immediately responded: "come on, I don't want to be a sow. Why do I have so many? I want to have your own!"

Unable to laugh or cry, Nalan said at night, "can I have a baby? Look what you said."

"I don't want to have so many children anyway." Luo qingluan stared at him, but vannaran was a little reluctant or forced to see if she could take care of him!

But just joking, Nalan night smiled and shook his head: "well, you can do whatever you like. I don't force you. Just see that you like your son so much and want to have more children. The family will be more lively in the future."

People who know this era pay attention to the full house of descendants and prosperous population. It is normal for Nalan night to have such an idea. However, Luo qingluan thought about it. Since she married, the whole King's house of Chu didn't even have an elder. After she came, the evil mother-in-law who forced her to have more sons didn't exist.

Luo qingluan suddenly shifted her attention. She had never asked Nalan night about the past before.

When she first got married, she didn't like Nalan night, and she didn't like any elders pressing on her head, so she had to be calm every morning and dusk. She doesn't like these rules, let alone get used to them. But now, she really wants to be with this man all her life. Whether it's wealth and honor, or leisure and tranquility, she thinks it's good.

Thinking about things in her heart, Luo qingluan was not a person who could hide. She asked casually: "Nalan night, why haven't I ever heard of your family? Where are your parents? Do you have any brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters?"

Slightly stunned, Nalan night smiled, put down his chopsticks and said, "Why are you suddenly interested in this? I've never seen you ask before."

I thought Nalan didn't want to say it, and Luo qingluan didn't mind: "there were many things at that time. Who would have thought of it here, but if you don't want to say it, consider it as I didn't ask."

What don't you want to say? However, those facts are so far away that even he gradually forgets them.

With a hook in the corner of his lips, Nalan night took Luo qingluan's hand and sat down on one side of the bamboo couch: "guess what happened to me before?"

Let her guess?

Luo qingluan looked at Nalan's face in the night. Instead of being angry, she had some desire to talk. After thinking about it, Luo qingluan said tentatively, "Nalan night, shouldn't you be an orphan?"

"How did you guess at once?" Nalan night couldn't help but be handsome. "What do you think in your little brain? You're so smart that you can't hide anything from you."

Nalan night looked indifferent and didn't care about his past, but Luo qingluan was really surprised. It turns out that this man is really an orphan! No wonder he was so cold and never had a heart to heart relationship with others. Even when Nangong Qing was Prince, he felt that Nalan night was separated from these friends by an unspeakable distance.

He couldn't help feeling pity. Luo qingluan held Nalan night's hand and his voice was very gentle: "then... Do you have no relatives now?"

Nalan night smiled: "how can it be? Don't you still have you and your son? Besides..."

The eyes become a little deep. Nalan night seems to think of something. The memory is far away. It seems to go back to the past, "if you want to talk about relatives, there should be some..."

Luo qingluan immediately became interested and straightened up to look at him: "who is it? Tell me quickly."

Patted the back of Luo qingluan's hand, Nalan night smiled and said, "I didn't tell you, it's my master and those fellow disciples."

"So you have a master?" Luo qingluan didn't think of it at all, but when she thought about it carefully, she felt that what she thought before was too simple. Nalan night has excellent martial arts, literary skills and martial arts. If she was born, how could this be possible?

But she had never thought about it deeply before. Now when she heard Nalan night talking about it, she suddenly realized: "if you can teach you so well, your master must be very powerful?"

In Luo qingluan's mind, an image of a hermit expert emerged: gray hair, a floating robe, detached from vulgarity, beautiful and beautiful, living in seclusion in a place far away from the prosperity of the world

Just thinking, doujue was knocked on his forehead. Luo qingluan came back. Nalan night wanted to look at her: "look at the way you think so distracted, what do you think? Huh?"

Luo qingluan pouted his red lips and said, "I'm thinking about your master. Is he an immortal? If he's not powerful, how can he teach you such a capable disciple?"

Looking back on master's face, it was still so clear. Nalan night only shook his head and said in a somewhat gloomy tone: "don't think too much. My master has been sitting for more than ten years. If master hadn't been away, I wouldn't have left the school and wouldn't be today. Maybe I haven't been able to meet you yet."

After hearing Nalan night's voice, Luo qingluan knew that his words reminded him of his situation, and didn't want Nalan night to be sad. Now that master has gone, don't mention such sad things. She comforted Nalan night: "well, don't you still have me? There's a son. Our family will be happy in the future. I'll always be with you. Nalan night, what do you say?"

A gentle kiss on Luo qingluan's cheek made Nalan feel quiet at night. Perhaps... This is the life he wants, a wife and a son, leisurely and complacent, enough.