As soon as the concubine left, Yuan Huanquan sat up from the bed.

"I thought a little skeleton would come out, but fortunately he didn't follow you, let me follow."

Meditation sat down at the head of the bed, hugged the person into his arms, put his lips up and kissed the corner of her mouth, and chuckled: "Yes, whatever you want, whatever you want." The next one is with the king. ”

Yuan Quanquan raised his head in his arms, glared at him, and squeezed his powder fist and beat him painlessly, "What about this one just born, you are worried about the next one?" ”

"This king is not only thinking about the next one, but also about the third and fourth ......" Hold the hand that beat him in the Yuan circle into the palm of his hand, the plan of meditation is many sons and many blessings!

"You and I are a sow, and the third and fourth." Yuan Quanquan said this, but he thought in his heart that if it was so easy to have children, then it seemed that there was nothing wrong with having a few more.

"Little Nezha" landed, and the Yuan circle was relaxed, but during her pregnancy, she didn't suffer anything. Although she said that she was fine, it was a necessary process for a woman to go through confinement after giving birth.

was strictly ordered by the concubine to lie in bed for a month, and Yuan Quanquan only lay down for three days before he felt that he was about to be wasted.

I could only take advantage of the absence of Xiaozhi and Xiang'er to secretly get out of bed and walk around the house, but the door was pushed open after just two steps.

Yuan Quanquan didn't see who the person who came in, and there was only one thought in his mind at that time, so he hurried back to bed. Lie down on it...... As a result, the next second she was in bed. on.

Meditation looked at lying on the bed. The little woman who closed her eyes tightly and tried to confuse the past turned around and closed the door, the smile on her lips was full of teasing.

When he walked to the bed, he turned his palm up, and a blood-red fruit appeared in his palm.

Yuan Quanquan closed his eyes and waited for a long time without hearing any movement, and quietly opened a slit in his eyes, and what he saw was a red fruit.

Instantly widen your eyes from the bed. He sat up, sat cross-legged, looked at the fruit and wondered, "What is this?" ”

Meditation said: "This is the spiritual fruit of my spirit and ghost realm—the Ten Evil Fruits. ”

Hearing this name, Yuan Quanquan frowned slightly, "Ten evil consequences? Doesn't sound like a serious good fruit. "It's beautiful, but the skin is bright red like blood, and the lines of the husk are also convex one by one. From a distance, it looks like a large raspberry.

Amused by her description, Meditation sat down beside her and handed the fruit in front of her eyes, "The name is not good, but this fruit is very popular in our spirit and ghost world. ”

The Yuan Circle came to be interested: "Let's talk about it." ”

The meditation gave her a bit of science.

"In fact, our spirit and ghost realm has many similarities with the mortal world in many places. For example, if there is a good feeling between male and female ghosts, they want to be with each other. Repair, you can pick these ten evil fruits and give them to the other party. The other party accepted it, and it agreed. In a way, it is equivalent to courtship in the mortal world. ”

"Asking for a kiss?" Yuan Quanquan blinked his eyes and asked, "But we have both been married for so many years, and we are both old husbands and wives, don't you think it's too late for you to give me this fruit now?" ”

The meditation expression was a little more serious than usual, and he replied, "The meaning is different." The reason why this king has given you the Ten Evil Fruits now is because you have not been able to eat them due to your special circumstances. After a pause, he chuckled and continued, "And now that you have given this king a breed, you can naturally eat it." ”

After receiving his explanation, Yuan Quanquan nodded suddenly, reached out and took the fruit that looked very inconsistent with the name from the hand of the cultivator, opened his mouth and was about to bite, but he paused, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly said: "How do I feel that this scene is a bit like the vicious queen tricking Snow White into eating a poisoned apple...... Tut! ”

In his spare time on weekdays, Yuan Quanquan will tell Yuan Xiaobao about modern fairy tales, and he sometimes listens to one or two of them on the side. So when I heard her words at this time, I could understand it.

"It's fitting that the little circle is Snow White, but do you think this king looks like a vicious queen?" She leaned over and took a bite of the fruit in her hand, and then quickly pasted it before she could react, crossing the flesh in her mouth.

"This king should be the prince who kisses the princess awake."

Yuan Quanquan's throat moved, and before he could taste what the fruit tasted like, it had already entered his throat and slid into his stomach.

It's a shame that I didn't choke, otherwise this kiss-fed romance would have turned into a tragedy.

Yuanquanquan sneered at him arrogantly, and only then did he enjoy the fruit that a certain skeleton ghost used to ask for marriage, which was almost five years late.

"It tastes good."

Yuan Quanquan ate a mouth full of red juice, and at first glance it really looked like a mouth full of blood, revealing a terrifying and weird beauty.

Not long after eating the fruit, Yuanquanquan inexplicably felt comfortable physically and mentally, and the backache that had been lying down for days disappeared all at once, and the whole person was as light as a swallow, and he was so energetic that he could go out and run around the palace several times.

The Yuan Circle estimated that it was the effect of the fruit, and the name of the fruit didn't sound good, but it was not a vase fruit with no real effect.

After a few words of praise, Yuan Quanquan suddenly thought that it was because the curse on her body had not been solved before, and she had not met the conditions to enter the ghost world, so she had never had the opportunity to go to the legendary spirit and ghost world to see it. And now that the curse of meditation has been solved, and the ribs have grown, she has worked with him and given birth to all the babies for him, how can she be qualified?

In this case, she wondered if she could go to the real "husband's house" to have a look.

It's been five years since she was married, but she didn't even know where her husband's family looked like, which was really a bit unreasonable.

Looking sideways at the meditation cultivator, Yuan Quanquan secretly pondered about this matter, thinking about when to mention it to him.

Returning to her husband's house, Yuan Quanquan has been thinking about it in her heart for the time being, and the most important thing at the moment is to name the child.

The son of the ghost king, who has been in his mother's womb for three years, is destined to be different from birth.

On the child's waist, a bewitching flower on the other side is impressive, except that it is a little smaller, and the shape is no different from the one on the back of the Yuan Circle.

When the concubine first saw this flower, she was also a little surprised.

After all, it was her and the flesh and blood of the cultivator, and their parents were really special, and the child had inherited the imprints on the Yuan Quanquan, so she was not too surprised.

"This kid has been in my belly for three years, or his nickname is Nezha, right?" Since the concubine was present, it was inconvenient for her to know about being three years pregnant, so the Yuan Circle leaned into the ears of the cultivator and whispered his thoughts.

Nezha's story Yuan Quanquan also told it to Shen Xiu, when the child was not born before, she often called it so jokingly, and at this time she proposed to set the child's nickname as Nezha, and I don't know if it was a joke or serious.

Meditation frowned and thought about it, feeling that it was not appropriate.

"Then what do you call the child's nickname? There are also daimyo who have to think about it. ”

"The daimyo is not in a hurry, you can think slowly in the future. As for the nickname...... "Meditation glanced at Yuan Quanquan with a smile and said his thoughts, "It's called Wanwan." ”

Yuan Quanquan was stunned for a moment, "Bend? ”

The meditation explained: "You are called a circle, and your son is called a bend, how good. ”

Yuan Quanquan stared at him, "Are you serious?" ”

You call a boy a crook? Are you sure he won't hate you when he grows up?

"This king is naturally serious."

Yuan Quanquan pondered for a while, and felt that although it was indeed a bit feminine to call a boy Wanwan, it was quite smooth to call a few more mouthfuls.

Hate it, hate it, anyway, the name is not her name, if you want to hate, you will hate his father, and you can't hate her.

So, the Yuan Circle decided that the child's nickname would be Wanwan.

When the concubine heard this, she put these two words on her tongue. I like it very much.

"Okay, the nickname is Wanwan."

And the big name, after flipping through a bunch of books and writing a bunch of names on the paper in the Yuan circle, pick out the most satisfying one from it.

"Xiuzhu." Circle these two words and point them to the meditation, "How about this name?" ”

The meditation cultivator's gaze stayed on these two words for a while, and said with a smile: "Is Xiaohuan'er's love for this king so deep?" He gestured with his eyes to the word "Xiu", "Even our children's names must be put in the name of this king." ”

The Yuan Quanquan, who was guessed to be thinking about it, glanced at him arrogantly, and still didn't admit it, "Fart, you are less narcissistic." I just think it's a good word, and it has something to do with you......"

The meditation cultivator didn't tear her down, only pursed his lips and laughed to himself.

"In spring, the warbler cries in the bamboo, and the fairy dog barks in the white clouds. The child was born in the spring, and the name corresponds to this poem, which is good. Stretched out his hand and scratched the nose of the Yuan Circle, and the meditation cultivator had no opinion on the name, "I didn't expect that the small circle was quite cultured." ”

"That's it."

In fact, she had never heard this poem at all......

So, the name of the bend was decided. So the question is, is the child's surname Beitang or his surname Ming?

The skeletal ghost of meditation does not care about the child's surname, what the surname is, and other mundane things that only mortals pay attention to, no matter what the surname is, it is his species.

However, considering that he is still holding the identity of Beitang Xiu, in order to avoid some unnecessary trouble, he still takes Beitang's surname.

At this point, the name of the first child of the Yuan Circle and the meditation was set - Beitang Xiuzhu, which was elegant and delicate of a handsome son.

A month later, the painful confinement life of the Yuan Circle finally ended, and the full moon wine was held in the Ming Wang's Mansion, and the concubine's love for the child was beyond the imagination of the Yuan Circle.

As the grandson she has been looking forward to for a long time, the concubine simply puts the bend on the tip of her heart and spoils her. In the past, when the Yuan Quanquan was not pregnant, or when the concubine didn't know when she was pregnant, every time the ladies in the capital held a flower viewing and tea party, they would always mention it intentionally or unintentionally.

Now it's okay, the circle was born, and the son he gave birth to also inherited all the advantages of his father's appearance, he looked like a water spirit, and he was born a delicate.

Taking advantage of the full moon wine, can the concubine show off and slap the faces of those who say cool things?