Yuehua led Daiyuan to a small palace, and saw a dignified middle-aged man sitting in the main hall of the palace, playing with a white marble fan pendant. The chrysanthemum tea on the table was filled with the fragrance of tea, and the plum blossoms behind him
The screen has its own pride.
The man is elegant, comely, leisurely and contented, and the palace is filled with antique calligraphy and painting couplets.
Feelings: This father-in-law is still a literary young man. If he calls this man his father, Zhuang Qianqian will not be able to speak. At this age, it is obvious that he can fall in love with her. Fortunately, she is Dai Yuan now.
The slim plum blossoms are of high style, and the chrysanthemums are pure and elegant.
Dai Yuan was inspired and read out a couplet. This was also thanks to her eavesdropping on many classes in the Chinese Department.
The man looked up and saw that the girl in front of him was indeed somewhat similar to himself.
"Yuan, Yuan'er." The man put down the jade pendant, his hands almost shaking.
Yuehua poked Daiyuan aside, signaling her to pay her respects to her father and concubine.
"Yuan'er pays homage to my father and concubine." Dai Yuan felt that it was really awkward to say this.
The man was so excited that he immediately hugged Dai Yuan.
Being suddenly hugged by a strange man, Dai Yuan's instinctive reaction was to break away from his embrace. But this embrace actually gave her a warm feeling, and after struggling for a while, she stopped struggling.
Warmth, this is the feeling that Dai Yuan has not seen for a long time. She laughs and scolds in her own world, all in order not to be lonely. In fact, her heart is extremely lonely every night. Her parents died very early, and she was fostered in her uncle's house.
How many people really understand what it's like to live under someone else's roof?
So when he hugged her, she didn't want to break away. It was such a luxury to enjoy this kind of warmth. And she was his daughter now, so this hug was natural and natural.
"My Yuan'er has grown up and become beautiful." The man stroked Dai Yuan's face, full of love and affection. They hadn't seen each other for eight years, so for him, any changes in Dai Yuan were normal.
"Princess Ge, Your Highness the Princess, you and your daughter are chatting, please leave before we leave."
"good."
Yuehua retreated to wait outside the palace.
Dai Yuan strives to regard herself as the real Dai Yuan and enjoys the love of family and father.
"Yuan'er, you must become the heir to the throne." After a while, Princess Ge said seriously.