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The little guy tossed and tossed for two days, causing a group of people to be overwhelmed by it.Finally Ken showed up.

The palace man washed him clean.Wrap it in a soft cloth and hand it to the emperor.

Rong Zhuo held this lump of flesh that was not much bigger than a palm, thinking about the suffering he had suffered for him, and he loved and hated it in his heart.He also felt that his body was extremely soft, holding it in his hand like a ball of tender tofu without bones, and he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.Tremblingly, he held the lump of soft meat and showed it to Rong Xuan.

Rong Xuan strongly supported him mentally, he had to look at that little guy to be at ease.When she really saw Rong Zhuo holding him in, she became a little shy.Shrinking back, I was embarrassed to pick it up, and I was worried again, so I couldn't help but sneak a few glances.

In fact, he didn't have much strength in his body, and these movements were extremely subtle.Rong Zhuo held the child carefully, and leaned in front of him, insisting that he take a closer look.

The little thing was red and wrinkled, with half-closed eyes that seemed to be sleeping.

At this time, Rong Zhuo was free to take a closer look at him together, and felt that it was a soft and tender meat ball, which looked neither like himself nor Rong Xuan.She couldn't help but frowned and murmured quietly: "...it's really ugly."

"Children are like this." Hearing this, Rong Xuan raised his head and smiled at Rong Zhuo. "A few days will be fine."

The smile was weak, but it was so gentle that it was almost loving.Rong Zhuo was startled, just when the imperial physician came to take the child out for examination.

With no more baggage in his hand, Rong Zhuo couldn't help leaning over, took his hand and kissed him.Then he smiled and said, "That's natural. My son, of course it goes without saying."

Rong Xuan smiled, closed his eyes and refused to speak.

Rong Zhuo was still very excited, and he was thinking of a name again.

Rong Xuan listened for a while, half asleep and half awake, then closed his eyes and said, "The child must have my surname."

"Okay." Rong Zhuo was so excited, he agreed casually, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong. "It's not the same as everyone's last name."

His hand was pinched, but Rong Xuan still didn't open his eyes, just repeated: "My surname."

Rong Zhuo rubbed the place he had pinched, but it didn't really hurt, he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take your last name." He leaned over again and rubbed against Rong Xuan's hair.He said softly with a smile. "No matter what the surname is, he will always be the son of the two of us."

Rong Xuan seemed to be asleep and didn't answer him again.

Rong Zhuo quietly shut up, looked at Rong Xuan silently for a while, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief, gently stretched out his arms to hug him, and lay down beside him contentedly.

At this moment, all the scruples and worries after returning to Beijing were temporarily left behind, and even sixth uncle couldn't care less about how angry he was.I just feel that the years are silent and the time is quiet, as if they can stay together forever like this.

This day is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

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