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Chapter 205 A Heart United by Blood

After a round of inspections, everyone had done a good job.

Only Teng was a little impatient, changing his sitting posture again and again.

However, although he couldn't sit still, he was extremely serious. On each sheet of paper, the huge characters "扶楹" filled the white paper, the force penetrating the back of the paper, as if he had used all his strength, almost making the two characters burst through the paper.

The saying "the handwriting reflects the person" still holds true; the characters written by several masculine men each possess their own unique style.

Bai Cangdi's calligraphy was initially neat and meticulous, almost identical to the characters she demonstrated. Later, it gradually revealed its true nature, with the noble air between the strokes becoming more and more obvious, and the turns revealing a touch of unrestrained freedom.

Qinglan's calligraphy is equally neat, with the two characters "扶楹" filling the entire page, almost to the point of being demanding.

The characters, in terms of both spacing and size, are as if measured with a ruler and compass. Except for those with obsessive-compulsive tendencies, they are flawless, exuding a kind of ascetic purity, making it immediately recognizable as his work.

Dan Yue's brushstrokes are equally focused, gentle and freehand, unhurried and unhurried. At the end, there is often a faint, almost imperceptible stroke, like the sea under the moonlight, calm yet shimmering as it glides across the paper.

The character "鹜" (wu) is like the man himself: strong and sharp, like a spear ready to break through the enemy's defenses, proud and unyielding, and unstoppable.

What surprised Fuying the most was Luoheng.

He was timid and mild-mannered, and always liked to avoid problems, but his handwriting was surprisingly expansive and bold.

The two characters “扶楹” written by Luo Heng are unhurried and open, spacious and elegant, with a natural charm of unhurried pace.

Once everyone had mastered the two characters "扶楹", they would have their own names.

Among them, Bai Cang's name was obviously the simplest. Then came Qinglan, Danyue, Teng, Luoheng, and even Wu. The stroke order of their names was complicated, with increasing difficulty. Naturally, Bai Cang was the first to learn it.

Not only did he write his own name with a dignified and elegant style, but he also learned Tuanzi's name with ease.

Fu Ying leaned against Bai Cang's side, looking at the two characters "Tuanzi" written on the paper, and casually stroked the little girl's soft silver hair: "Tuanzi has grown so much, shouldn't we give her a proper name?"

Upon hearing the words "naming," Teng, who was engrossed in practicing calligraphy, immediately looked up.

His dark green eyes sparkled as he turned to look at the little one in Bai Cang's arms, smiling as he said, "I think Tuanzi's name is very nice. It's soft and sweet, and it sounds like a little female's name. What's wrong with that?"

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow and tapped her fingertips lightly on the paper: "A nickname is more intimate, but a formal name is still necessary."

Her gaze fell on Bai Cang's face: "What do you think?"

As Fu Ying spoke, she took the infant from Dan Yue's arms, gently flicked the tip of his pink nose with her fingertip, and said softly, "And this little guy, it's time to give him a proper name, otherwise it'll be inconvenient to call him."

Upon hearing this, Dan Yue raised her eyes, a gentle ripple spreading across her light blue pupils, and her voice was as clear as a spring: "Okay."

After hearing Teng's words, he gradually put himself into the role of his father.

To be honest, although the cub was not his blood relative, he had witnessed the little guy being born and hatching, heard his first faint whimper, and raised him for a period of time. His feelings for him were so deep that they were almost like those for his own father.

Bai Cang tilted his head slightly, revealing a strikingly beautiful cinnabar mole under his right eye: "Aying, you can name it."

Fuying's long eyelashes trembled, her eyes sparkling.

Orcs are known for their free-spirited naming habits, with no concept of bloodline inheritance. They name a mountain after a mountain and a cloud after a cloud. Perhaps because her beast husbands are the male protagonists, their names are imbued with the imagery of moonlight and mountain mist.

"Bai Fei, how is it?" Fu Ying smiled slightly as she looked at Bai Cang.

"Bai?" Bai Cang paused, a hint of unease creeping into his usually tender voice.

Fu Ying's eyes held a sly smile: "Can you tell it's your cub just by hearing it?" "Bai Fei? Mother, why is Tuanzi called Bai Fei?" The little girl tilted her head, her fluffy fox ears twitching in her silver hair, somewhat curious.

“Look, Father is a snow-white fox, and Mother is a scarlet fox. The white and the scarlet blend together to create the little dumpling. From now on, the dumpling will have its own name, Bai Fei. Do you like it, dumpling?” Fu Ying held the cub in one arm and hugged the little dumpling with the other, her eyes sparkling.

"Mommy, Tuanzi likes it!" Tuanzi rushed into Fuying's arms.

She understood; she was her father and mother's youngest child, so her name was Bai Fei!

Bai Cang's pupils trembled slightly, and a stream of light flashed within the amber.

He suddenly realized that the name Tuanzi contained the deep bond between the two of them, as described in Chapter 205.

He pursed his thin lips into a soft curve, gently placed his hand on Fuying's waist, his eyes tender and his voice lingering: "The name Aying gave you is very beautiful."

"I hope Mother's little fox can grow up happily." Fu Ying gently pinched Tuanzi's cheek, her eyes crinkling with joy.

The little dumpling stretched out its slender, lotus-root-like arms, hooking one arm around Fuying's neck and the other hand gripping Bai Cang's clothes.

Teng's dark green vertical pupils darted back and forth between Bai Cang and Tuanzi, showing a hint of envy. When he turned to look at the cub in Fu Ying's arms, he raised an eyebrow and asked with a hint of resentment, "And what about this little thing? What's its name?"

"Yes, yes, Mother, what's my brother's name? He's handsome, so he should have a nice name too!" Tuanzi held her brother's little hand and looked at Fuying with longing eyes.

Fu Ying gazed at the cub in her arms and said softly, "Let's name it Changsheng (meaning longevity)."

This little creature was born a butterfly. Because of the various experiences it went through in the womb, the pulse inside the eggshell was very weak at birth, and its fragile body almost did not survive. It was given a name with auspicious meaning.

The little one seemed to understand, tilting his head back, his seven-colored pupils reflecting Fuying's image. Suddenly, he grinned, revealing his pink gums, and clumsily grasped her long hair with his little hands. He smelled his mother's scent and giggled.

"Little Changsheng, grow up safely." Fuying looked down at Changsheng, her voice gentle.

Teng watched her from the side, his dark green vertical pupils slightly unfocused, his expression blank.

When he turned his gaze back to Changsheng, he pursed his lips, and the disdain in his eyes had lessened considerably.

The last rays of dawn were swallowed by thick clouds, and the sky darkened.

Wu didn't come for dinner.

Fuying handed the sleeping Changsheng to Danyue, then got up and said, "I'll go check on Wu."

She arrived at the bamboo house where Wu and Yuli lived and found the door wide open, with the night breeze blowing through the room, and it was very quiet inside.

Fu Ying frowned. Could it be that Wu had left without saying goodbye and returned to the Golden Eagle tribe?
She's setting off tomorrow to find the medicine. If Wu leaves just like that, it means her strategy over the past two days has been a complete failure.

"Wu?" Fu Ying knocked lightly at the door. After a moment, a low, hoarse reply came from inside: "Come in."

Fuying stepped into the bamboo house and looked at the duck sitting by the window.

He had shed his silver armor, revealing a lean and sharp physique in only black, fitted clothing. The moonlight shone on him, casting a cold glow, except for his fiery golden ponytail.

Fuying looked around but didn't see Yu Li, so she narrowed her beautiful eyes.

Wu turned to look at Fuying, his golden-red pupils like two gems, but when he spoke, his voice was extremely calm.

"Yu Li is gone."

(End of this chapter)