Approaching Mount Qingcheng, Jianghuai had a dream.
In his dream, he was running around in a vast, endless mountain range, having a great time, when suddenly a sea of flowers appeared in front of him. Large swathes of unnamed wildflowers emitted a rich fragrance, and they were incredibly beautiful.
His mother stood amidst the wildflowers covering the hillside, waving to him. The flowers seemed to be whispering to him, and kept brushing against his hand, tickling and smelling sweet.
"Hehe... Hehe...!"
Fu Li looked at Jiang Huai, who was still laughing in his sleep, with a puzzled expression. He couldn't help but smile and tuck the blanket around him.
The old master of the Fu family lifted the carriage curtain from the outside and looked out. "What's wrong?"
Fu Li smiled and said, "Young Master is dreaming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Huai waved his little hands and murmured, "Flower, flower... Mom, I want flower..."
The old master of the Fu family looked back at the forsythia by the roadside, dismounted, and personally picked a bunch of flowers and handed them in.
Jiang Huai opened his eyes and saw a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
After a moment of hesitation, he decisively waved his hand and said, "Lili, I want to write a letter to my mother!"
Fu Li opened his eyes wide and said, "Young master, we're about to go up the mountain. The mountain road is bumpy. Why don't we write the letter when we get there?"
If the Jianghuai region refuses, then we must write now.
With no other option, the caravan stopped at the foot of Mount Qingcheng, waiting for Jiang Huai to write a letter.
"Mother, Huai'er dreamed of lots of beautiful flowers, they smelled so good! Mother and the flowers were so lovely together, and Huai'er drew them..."
Jiang Huai wrote the letter and handed it along with the painting to Fu Li, then sent someone to deliver it that very night.
From Qingcheng Mountain to the capital, it only takes three or four days at a fast horse.
When Jiang Shan received the letter, Fu Qiyuan had spread out a whole table of letters covered with names.
"A letter from Huai'er? He's already reluctant to leave after only a few days away from the capital?" Fu Qiyuan joked with a smile.
Jiang Shan chuckled as she read the letter, but after she finished reading it, she couldn't laugh anymore.
Fu Qiyuan asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Shan handed over the letter and said sullenly, "No need to write anymore, your daughter's name is already chosen."
Fu Qiyuan opened his eyes wide, took the letter, and read it quickly, falling into deep thought as well.
In his letter, Jiang Huai insisted that his mother was pregnant with his sister!
In order to be a dutiful son to his parents and a loving brother to his sister, he gave his sister a formal name and also gave her a nickname.
“Fu Meili? Don’t you think this name… sigh, Huai’er’s vocabulary is not enough. It’s my fault. I should teach him to memorize more poems.”
"However, the name is easy to pronounce; Huai'er has put a lot of thought into it!"
"They are siblings who share the same blood, and I think this name is actually quite good!"
Fu Qiyuan was torn between two conflicting emotions: a mixture of relief and profound sadness.
This is the love between blood relatives! He even dreams about his unborn sister; he's sure to be a very loving older brother who dotes on his sister in the future!
The name the older brother gave his younger sister may have been common, but common is often elegant, so there's nothing wrong with it.
The opportunity to name a child is rare, and which father would be willing to miss it? If the first child doesn't get a name, will the second child also miss out?
Jiang Shan, standing to the side, added a comment without any expression, instantly shattering Fu Qiyuan's joy at becoming a father again into broken glass.
"Even the nickname has been perfectly chosen: Fu Meili, nickname Huahua, hehehehe!"
Fu Qiyuan: ...!
It doesn't seem quite right for a son to be so sensible and dote on his sister so much...
When Grand Tutor Cheng returned from the palace and received the news, he fell silent.
During dinner, the whole family remained silent.
Qiao Shi couldn't help but speak up: "Fu Meili is a nice name, and Huahua sounds good too. Beautiful Huahua, there's nothing wrong with it!"
Jiao's mother also tried to smooth things over, saying, "Huai'er is simple-minded. In his eyes, Huahua is beautiful, there's nothing wrong with her!"
Fu Qiyuan glanced at Jiang Shan's expression and tentatively asked, "How about we name the child Fu Meili, with the nickname Huahua?"
Jiang Shan's lips twitched reflexively, and he resignedly said, "I have no objection, you can decide."
Hopefully, her son won't regret this major decision he made when he was young, a decision that caused his elders so much headache!
Grand Tutor Cheng took a deep breath, unsure whether he was comforting himself or someone else: "Huai'er is connected to this child by blood, and it's rare to see such a pure heart. Let's go along with his wishes!"
They all said they had no objections.
The baby in Jiangshan's belly will be named Fu Meili, and the nickname Huahua. It was approved by unanimous vote!
When the Crown Prince and his wife received the news, they looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
Only the Emperor and Empress felt that the name Jianghuai had chosen was incredibly grand, elegant, and of the highest quality.
Even the Emperor and Empress said it was good, so who would dare to say a word against it?
Thus, even before little Fu Meili was born, her name was already famous in the elite circles of Beijing!
Easy to remember!
It sounds great!
It's fun!
In the distant Qingcheng Mountain, the Jianghuai region, like a dragon diving into the deep sea, has merged into Qingcheng Mountain at an unimaginable speed, becoming one with the people on the mountain and becoming the most eye-catching scenery of Qingcheng Mountain.
Just as the patriarch of the Fu family said, every inch of Qingcheng Mountain is his home, and every person, whether familiar or unfamiliar, is his family. The Jianghuai people's natural sociability perfectly embodies this carefree and unrestrained spirit.
When hunting rabbits in the mountains, you can just pass by any house and call out "Uncle, brother, do you have anything to eat?" when you're hungry. A friendly mountain villager will bring you freshly cooked mugwort cakes or a pancake wrapped in wild boar sauce.
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