Putting herself in her shoes, where would she hide herself? Dai Yuan thought about it, under the pillow, on the bedside table, in the wardrobe, under the bed... In a broken box, these are the only places...
Dai Yuan lay down on the ground and took a look under the bed. Unfortunately, it was empty there, not even an iron box... She saw the wall at a glance...
The chest of drawers, the bedside table... Dai Yuan checked them all carefully, and found that there was basically nothing except men's supplies... It seemed that she had come to the right place this time. This was probably the room where the commander-in-chief lived alone.
In other words, this is his private bedroom.
Not finding it in the bedroom, Dai Yuan came to the study again.
As soon as he entered the door, Mo Xiang was leisurely... Tsk, tsk, what an arty commander... pretending to be gentle...
This was Dai Yuan's first feeling.
Walking further inside, the walls of the study are covered with paintings, oil paintings, freehand ink paintings... Dai Yuan doesn't know much about painting, but she knows how to read signatures. All the signatures of these paintings are stamped with a red seal, with two words on it.
Seal script character: North Latitude.
What is northern latitude? Latitude? Tropic of Cancer? Or is it the artist’s calligraphy? Good? It has a modern feel.
Every painting was stamped with such a red seal, and the commander's hobby was once again revealed in front of Dai Yuan. Fetish, as expected! Even the paintings belong to one person!
The oil paintings are easy to understand. There are many still lifes, and there is also a portrait of a beautiful man from the palace! He is gorgeously dressed, full of thoughts, and has extraordinary aura...
Judging from his appearance, he is also a human being, a bit like an old European palace, with that gorgeous and magnificent atmosphere.
Is this a painting, or is it an object of lust for the commander-in-chief? He most likely hopes to be such a person, with such an appearance and demeanor, so he hangs this painting in the middle.
It is also stamped with the seal of Northern Latitude.
The rest is freehand landscape painting. Dai Yuan only feels that it is landscape painting, because ink painting is often related to landscape, and it looks too abstract and difficult to understand.
After Yuehua finished checking other things, he also came to the study room. He also stared at the landscape paintings on the wall.
"Is there something wrong?" Dai Yuan kept staring at him without making a sound, as if she was thinking about something.