The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

Ke Yunchu suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Brother Jialan...has the child got a name?"

When Ke Yunchu was in a coma, Feng Jialan had already chosen the child's name.

He didn't think about it deliberately, and the name jumped into his mind.

But seeing the little fool eager to try, Feng Jialan said, "Not yet, what do you think it should be called?"

The first time Ke Yunchu saw the baby, he felt that he was white and tender, and it was soft and waxy to the touch, like a fluffy little dumpling. He said to Feng Jialan expectantly, "He looks very good. Eat...can I call it a dumpling?"

Feng Jialan twitched her brows, she really shouldn't have expected this little fool to come up with a meaningful name.

"Tuanzi..." Ke Yunchu chewed the name carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more satisfied he was, and called out to the baby: "Xiaotuanzi..."

Unexpectedly, the baby opened his small mouth and spit out a bubble of saliva, looking very disgusted.

Ke Yunchu was a little frustrated, and looked at Feng Jialan suspiciously: "Does the baby not like the name I gave him..."

The corners of Feng Jialan's lips raised slightly, and he opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's nothing, he likes it very much."

"Really?" Ke Yunchu didn't struggle for too long. Hearing what Feng Jialan said, he stretched his brows and grinned: "That's really great."

Ke Yunchu's face was still pale, and under the bridge of his straight nose, the originally bright red lips had also turned into a light cherry pink due to blood loss. Although it was not as bright as before, it had another kind of sickness, which made people feel pity .

Feng Jialan looked at him with lowered eyes, with sparkles and thoughts in his eyes.

Ke Yunchu met his gaze, and suddenly said: "I think brother Jialan... seems to be different from before."

Feng Jialan was stunned for a moment, "What's the difference?"

Ke Yunchu: "It seems...becoming gentle..."

The originally cold gaze seemed to have warmed up a lot.

Feng Jialan, who is not good at tenderness, coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "In this case, let the child's nickname be Tuanzi."

Ke Yunchu: "... nickname?"

Seeing Ke Yunchu's sincere doubts, Feng Jialan was a little bit dumbfounded: "Could it be that you want the emperor's eldest grandson to be named this?"

Wind dumplings... well, it seems that it is really a little bit dignified.

"What should the name of the dumpling be called?" Ke Yunchu was a little troubled.

Feng Jialan spit out two words from her thin lips: "Nanxi."

Ke Yunchu: "Nanxi? How did you write it?"

Feng Jialan told him simply: "Nanxi in east, west, north and south."

"Oh..." Ke Yunchu asked stupidly: "Then why isn't it called a thing?"

What a good name, but when asked by him, he lost all feelings, Feng Jialan was a little annoyed: "You don't understand it even if you say it!"

Ke Yunchu still asked curiously: "Brother Jialan, why is it called Nanxi?"

Feng Jialan took a deep breath, shifted her gaze to the baby boy in the cradle, and then said softly: "Nanfeng knows what I want, blowing dreams to Xizhou."

"What?" Ke Yunchu tilted his head, not understanding.

He may recognize these words one by one, but when they are combined together, his brain cannot understand them.