"The concubine has one more thing to implore the emperor." With a light smile, "The third prince will be one year old today, please ask the emperor to give him a name!" ”

"Name-giving?" Yuwen Aoli then remembered that since he was born, he has seen this child less than five times, and he has indeed not been named. He looked at the wine bottle in front of him and said indifferently, "Let's call it Ding!" ”

"Your Majesty!" Qianxiao was dumbfounded, this Mo Yu's son was Yuwen Ao's son who took the "Chi Rui" after consulting the classics, how did he get to the third prince, he gave the word "Ding" at will, and his intuition was too child's play.

"Concubine Ai has asked too much today." Before he could refute with a light smile, Yuwen Aoli had already shown dissatisfaction.

"Rui'er, go and toast your father." Na Mo Yu immediately pushed his three-year-old son beside him. Laughing in my heart, a prince who is disliked by the emperor, only when you smile can you be a treasure stupidly. Knowing that the Emperor of Lu Dao hates him, you are still by your side, isn't this making trouble for yourself?

"I wish my father a long life!" Yuwen Chirui stood up, holding the wine glass, and his voice was milky.

"Hehe, it's still Rui'er! Come, Father is dry, you are not allowed to drink! Yuwen Aoli drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, looked at his eldest son, and looked happy.

"Rui'er drinks soup!" Mo Yu handed over the soup with a smile, happy that his son was favored. And the light smile suppressed the loss in his heart and didn't dare to say more.

"From then on, you have your own name. But unlike all the princes. None of their names are words. When Nangong Meng heard this, he felt a sadness in his heart for no reason, and hugged Ah Ding tightly in his arms with his backhand. Although he is a prince, Ah Ding has been so pitiful since he was a child.

"Hmm. However, I don't think it's anything, just one word at a time, and it's quite easy to remember. Nangong Meng's initiative to hug Yu Wending gave Yu Wending great comfort, and he continued......

In the four hundred and sixty-ninth years of leaving the country, Yu Wending was five years old, and he had another son with a light smile. Yuwen Ding pulled his fourth brother Yuwen Haojun to look at the sleeping baby together.

"Mother, I want you to hug me too!" Yuwen Haojun was a little aggrieved, he used to be able to stick to his mother's side every day, but now after his younger brother was born, his mother didn't seem to hug herself much.

"Hao Jun is good, his younger brother is small, so the mother concubine hugs him more." A light smile hugged Yuwen Haojun, who was holding his mouth, and comforted him softly. As soon as she raised her head, Yuwen Ding also looked at her with anticipation, smiled lightly, and stretched out her hand, "Ding'er, come to me." ”

"Oh." Yu Wending cautiously stepped forward and rested his head in Xiaoxiao's arms.

"Mother loves each and every one of you." smiled and patted the brothers in his arms, and hugged the sensible Yu Wending tightly. Sometimes I really think that Ding'er is also my own birth. Over the years, Qianxiao has always treated him as his own. It's just that the harem has always been a place of right and wrong, and human affection and intrigue will be staged every day. Although Yu Wending is small, he has already sensitively learned from other people's discussions that he was not born of a shallow smile.

His father's dislike of himself, the locked palace gate of Yuewang Palace, the taboo about Queen Bingruo, and the vacancy of the queen's position now made Yu Wending, who was only five years old, realize prematurely that his biological mother was Queen Bingruo, whom his father never mentioned in front of people, and he was the culprit who caused his father to lose the queen.