Listening to An Xuetang’s advice, Dong Ge’er smiled and nodded. “Sister, I’m not a child, I will protect myself and my family, don’t worry about me.”
“Okay, just remember what you said.”
After saying that, An Xue Tang looked at Xiao Liu. Seeing her reluctant gaze, An Xue Tang reached out and rubbed her head, “Separation is for a better reunion.”
Little Liu’s eyes were red, “Sister Atang, can you not go back with us?”
She felt that this place was very dangerous. During her few days at the camp, she sensed a heavy seriousness here.
Moreover, everyone’s mood seemed to be heavy all the time.
She would rather have An Xuetang live a carefree life in the estate. Though not as noble as a princess, at least she was safe and didn’t have to face so many dangers.
Listening to her words, An Xuetang smiled, “Silly girl, where else could I go? Don’t forget that your brother-in-law is the War God, Beijiang King. As his wife, how could I hide?”
“Don’t worry, with this situation, elder sister can handle it. All you have to do is not worry elder sister.”
Xiao Liu of course knew that An Xue Tang, as the princess of Bei Jiang, had a huge responsibility. She couldn’t say anything more at this moment.
After everyone bid farewell to each other, Ding Hua set off with Dong Ge’er and Xiao Liu.
Looking at their disappearing figures, An Xuetang was lost in thought for a long time.
Actually, she wished more than anything that the young girl here could live a carefree life, safe from danger.
But judging by their current state, it’s highly likely that Dong Ge and Xiaolu will end up together.
Once Xiaoliu becomes an official’s wife, she won’t be able to stay out of the political affairs.
Mo Junyi looked at An Xuetang thoughtfully, and finally couldn’t help but say, “Mother, the people are gone, it’s cold outside, let’s go in first.”
“Okay.”
When several people returned to the tent, Mo Junyi couldn’t wait to speak, “Mother, what did you talk about with Yun Yi and Ding Hua today? What about Ninger? Why didn’t she come back with you?”
“Mother needs Yun Yi and Ding Hua to go buy some things. As for Ning’er, she’ll be back in a little while. By the way, Ziling, have you memorized all your tiger drawings?”
Mentioning this, Mo Junyi confidently raised an eyebrow, “Of course, sixteen tigers in total, I can tell them all apart.”
“What about names? Have you thought of any?”
“Mom, what about the name? How about keeping it simple?”
An Xuetang smiled, “You have sixteen tigers. It’s not easy to remember without a little help.”
Mo Junyi picked up an apple from the table and took a bite. “So Mother, I plan to name them directly from one to sixteen.”
“…”
An Xuetang’s mouth twitched, “From one to sixteen? Wouldn’t that clash with Yun Yi and their names?”
“Oh, Yun Yi and the others aren’t surnamed Yun? My tiger is surnamed… uh… ”
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An Xue Tang pursed her lips, “What’s your name? How about Hu Yi and Hu Er…?”
“!”
Mo Junyi’s eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed with exaggerated enthusiasm, “Mother, you are so clever! Tiger One, Tiger Two…Tiger Sixteen, it sounds so powerful! I like it!”
Feng Ming, who was sitting silently on the side, twitched the corner of his mouth. He couldn’t bear to watch this mother and son duo.
What kind of mind is this?
Naming a baby is just… so common!
However, Mo Junyi didn’t notice Feng Ming’s disgust. After muttering “Tiger One” and “Tiger Two,” he excitedly turned to Feng Ming:
“Uncle, Tiger One, Tiger Two…Tiger Sixteen, don’t you think these names sound very domineering?”
Feng Ming shook her head, “You guys like it.”
An Xuetang narrowed her eyes, “What? Brother, do you think these names aren’t good?”
Hearing her take the initiative to ask, Feng Ming was no longer going to be polite. At this moment, he narrowed his eyes and said, “I say, when you guys chose your names, could you have put a little more thought into it?”
Mo Junyi immediately became unhappy, “Uncle, your words are wrong. How could we not have put our hearts into it? This son thinks these names are excellent! Besides, you know how to name people, why did you give Xunluo the character ‘luo’? Don’t you want him to fail the exam?”
“…”
Feng Ming gave Mo Junyi a speechless glare, finding him to be utterly ridiculous. Xunluo wasn’t some scholar; what was he on about failing the imperial examinations?
“You don’t understand!”
Feng Ming’s direct three words wanted to dismiss Mo Jun Yi, as for why he chose the name Xún Luò, he didn’t want to explain.
Mo Jun Yi pouted, “I think Uncle, you don’t understand naming either, and you dare to ridicule me and Mother.”
An Xuetang looked at Feng Ming meaningfully. She didn’t think the name Xunluo was chosen randomly by Feng Ming.
Just the four characters “Fu Shou Kang Ning” (Prosperity, Longevity, Health, and Tranquility) made An Xue Tang firmly believe that there was some meaning behind finding this name.
At this moment, Feng Ming felt An Xuetang’s strange gaze. He smiled, “A Tang, are you looking at your brother like this because you suddenly found that your brother is more handsome than Mo Yunjing?”
Before An Xuetang could speak, Mo Junyi couldn’t help but scoff, giving Feng Ming a withering look. “Uncle, you have the nerve to compare your face to my fifth uncle?”
“You little brat, don’t forget that Uncle Wu isn’t here. If you anger me, even if Auntang is here, I’ll still discipline you.”
Mo Junyi saw that he was serious and stuck out his tongue, then retracted his neck and pretended to be an ostrich.
An Xuetang let out a chuckle, but she still stared at Feng Ming and asked, “Brother, why did Luo fall choose the name ‘Luo’?”
The phoenix chirped once, “Really want to know?”
“Um.”
“Didn’t your brother tell you that there are 14 top-tier masters in Xumutang Valley?”
“Hmm.”
“Falling red petals are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect flowers even more!”
“!”
An Xuetang and Mo Junyi looked at each other, then both raised their hands to start counting the number of characters in this poem.
Indeed, fourteen!
That is to say, ranking first is Xunluo. Xunluo’s brothers are named Xunhong… Xunhua?
Mo Junyi reacted and burst into laughter, “Uncle, I thought ‘Xunluo’ was a difficult name to bear. You… you actually named a grown man ‘Xunbu’? ‘Xunhua’? Hahahaha~”
Mo Junyi laughed so hard he couldn’t stop, especially when he thought about a big man named Xiumhua?
This name isn’t even as good as his Tiger One and Tiger Two!
An Xuetang but didn’t smile, for she knew well the meaning behind that name.
To put it simply, the flower that needed protecting…was her.
Feng Ming glanced at An Xue Tang, relieved to see that she wasn’t mocking his taste with such coldness.
Then, he playfully tapped Mo Junyi’s head and said, “Laugh again and I’ll come closer to you.”
“Hahahaha, I can’t stop laughing! You, Uncle, actually dare to mock this Young Master at your level… Hahahaha!”
An Xuetang curled her lips, shaking her head helplessly as she watched the two of them bicker.
After chatting for a while, Yun Yi hurriedly requested to meet.
He must have received some urgent news.