Whose Cub Is This?

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Chapter 83

    The name of the little fairy that Zhao Qi had been thinking about before could no longer be used, so he had to think about the name of the little fairy boy again. He read all kinds of books, found inspiration in poems and songs, and wrote down all the names he could think of in his poor handwriting.

    It was night, and the family of three enjoyed themselves happily. Xiao Shiqing was reviewing the playbook; Mengmeng was lying in the cradle, trying to stretch out her chubby hands, trying to grab the long hair of the father who was hanging down; Zhao Xi stood by the cradle, muttering: "Mengmeng, what should the father be?" What kind of name can I give you? Do you want to be more domineering, or do you want to be more elegant?"

    Xiao Shiqing interjected: "How about domineering, and how about being elegant."

    Zhao Qi said with a smile: "Domineering is called 'Aotian ''Ritian', Wenya is called 'Zihao' or 'Zixuan' or something."

    Knowing that Zhao Qi was joking, Xiao Shiqing nodded cooperatively, "Good name."

    "Hahahaha no way," Zhao Qi laughed first , "It's really called 'Aotian', I will definitely laugh in the future." As soon as he called his son, he would laugh out loud, and finally evolved into "Aotian".

    "Yeah—" Mengmeng babbled, dangling her hands and feet, looking very energetic.

    Zhao Qi was amused, he held Mengmeng's thick little feet and squeezed them lightly. Mengmeng was probably tickled by him, twisting and twisting in the cradle, stuffing her small fists into her toothless mouth.

    "You can't eat your hands, Mengmeng." Zhao Qi took out his son's hand, and rubbed his son's forehead with the tip of his nose.

    Xiao Shiqing closed the notebook, hugged Zhao Qi from behind, and looked down at the child with him. "Are you tired from playing?"

    Zhao Xili said bluntly, "If you don't have a baby for playing, it will be meaningless."

    "I didn't say I won't let you play." Xiao Shiqing said casually, "Just remind you, you can play He's not the only one."

    Zhao Qi glanced at Xiao Shiqing, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, whoever really plays doesn't know."

    Xiao Shiqing smiled, "The emperor is quite self-aware."

    Zhao Qi was very proud, "This is my greatest strength." When the

    two were talking, Mengmeng calmed down and looked at her fathers with open eyes. His eyes are deep and dark, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised, very much like Xiao Shiqing. He was so small that he couldn't tell who he looked like except for his eyes, but his skin was as fair as Zhao Qi's.

    "He's been awake for a long time," Zhao Xi said, "why hasn't he slept yet?"

    Xiao Shiqing said, "He had been asleep for six hours before he woke up

    ." Xi hugged Mengmeng into his arms, and gently patted her to coax her, "Mengmeng go to sleep quickly, you can get a good night's sleep now, you have to get up when the rooster is not up, and if the dog is asleep, you are not sleeping, you are The old scalper who is leading the country..."

    Xiao Shiqing laughed, "Although the prince should teach him carefully, it is not as miserable as you said."

    "Can Mengmeng wake up later than the chicken?"

    "Occasionally."

    It was indeed miserable, but Zhao Qi couldn't help laughing out loud. "Brother, don't be too strict. Otherwise, when we get old, we accidentally get some kind of ailment like a cold, which can be cured, but Mengmeng doesn't hesitate to ask the imperial doctor to give up the treatment. Then we won't have a place to cry."