Qin Ye seemed to be hit by a blow: "???"

Zong Zhengchen: “?”

The emperor smiled and was very satisfied with the name: "Jian Guo, Zong Zheng Jianguo, this is the name I came up with after reading books and classics, combining it with Feng Shui and mystical arts, and asking the national master to do divination and calculations."

Founding a nation means that we hope that when children grow up, they can become responsible people who can shoulder heavy responsibilities, defend the country, build the country, serve the country and the people, have great love, and embrace the world. It has a myriad of implications.

This name is great!

He is very satisfied!

So, he stood up and slammed the table, "Let's call it this!"

Qin Ye was confused.

No!!

There's no child with this name!

Although the meaning is good, but...but I always feel like something is not right?

When he said the word "Jian Guo", he didn't sound like a prince, but rather a tall, strong, and rough man...

"Seventh brother, you can kneel down and express your gratitude. Your wife is pregnant, so there is no need to be so polite." The emperor waved his hand generously with a kind look in his eyes.

Qin Ye didn't dare to talk back. He reached behind his back and secretly pulled Zong Zhengchen.

Zong Zhengchen: “…”

My father is a superstitious person. He believes deeply in metaphysics, divination, and astronomy. He generally won't change the names he has carefully calculated.

But, you still have to listen to your wife.

Brave to talk back:

"Father, this..."

"I know you are very happy, but this is as it should be. You have done a great job in giving birth to a child."

"No, what I mean is..."

"Okay, I know your concerns. You are worried that the baby will be a girl, right? In fact, I have even thought of a name for my granddaughter. She will be Weiguo, Zongzheng Weiguo."

“…………”

An hour later.

On the way out of the palace.

Zong Zhengchen held Qin Ye in his arms and spun around happily. If he wasn't afraid of hurting her, he would have wanted to throw her into the sky. The joy of having a child was beyond words.

Qin Ye had a stern face, a little bit stinky, a little bit disgusted:

"Your father has been in power for half his life. He has a wide range of knowledge and vision, but his naming skills are..."

It’s hard to put it into words.

The key point is that she can't talk back, because these two names have been calculated by the national master, and they are names that will bring great wealth and peace.

Zong Zhengchen hugged her and smiled:

"Don't worry about him. We won't listen to him. When the time comes, I'll register his name with the Ministry of Revenue. He won't have time to change it, and he'll be pissed to death."

“…”

Zong Zhengchen is like a rebellious son, bad and ruffian.

However, when he favored her, she felt a little warm in her heart...

Qin Ye glared at him and said coquettishly: "Didn't you say you don't like children?"

"Who said that!?" The man's face was stern, and he instantly became more serious than anyone else. "Who said that? Stand up, and I promise not to beat him to death!"

Qin Ye's child, he loves him so much that he is almost going crazy. He wishes he could hold him in his hands and in his mouth every day.

"I've even thought of a name for my child, how can I not like it?"

"Oh?" Qin Ye raised his eyebrows, "What name did you think of?"

He stared at her small face, and said in a deep voice: "If it's a girl, she will look like you. Let's call her Yun Gui, okay?"

"The bright moon was there then, shining on the colorful clouds as they returned."

She and her child are like the moon in the sky, always there. No matter where he goes or where he is, as long as he sees the moon, it is like seeing them, mother and daughter.

"If it is a boy, he will be named Jingxing; the lofty mountains are my aspirations, and so are Jingxing."

If the mountain is too high, we stop and look up. As for people with noble and excellent character, we work hard to learn, improve ourselves and perfect ourselves, which implies noble virtues.

Qin Ye's eyes were slightly warm, and he murmured: "Zong Zheng Yungui, Zong Zheng Jingxing..."

What a nice name.