As night fell, Qian Dai appeared in the Chaoyang Palace on time in a light green dress with Ling'er.
She was seen wearing a fringed bun with a golden silk inlaid ruby double luan dotted on the top of her head.
She had a delicate face.
The super clear cools down without losing its lightness, and it is calm but without losing its elegance.
Looking at the people walking in from afar, a trace of trance flashed through Muran Nalan's eyes.
Through her, she seemed to see the woman who looked like an orchid in the empty valley.
She was also like this a while ago, walking towards her with a calm expression.
It's a pity that the past cannot be recalled.
Seeing that young face walking in, Murong Nalan calmly put away his emotions, picked up the wine glass and drank it, "Dai'er is here."
Munah Nalan laughed a little softly.
Qiandai also noticed the look on Murong Nonglan's face just now, but she wanted to know why.
Unsurprisingly, he must have thought of his biological mother who had been missing for thirteen years, who was Murong Nonglan's queen.
"See you, Father."
Qian Dai bowed, but before the ceremony could continue, Murun Nalan waved to interrupt, "Today's family dinner, Dai'er, don't worry about those false gifts."
Qian Dai stood up straight after being stunned.
In fact, she didn't have the habit of saluting people all the time, but at this time she had to do as the Romans do.
"Come and sit next to Father.
I believe your eldest brother and the others will be here soon.
Let's wait for them."
Murong Nalan said with a smile.
As soon as Murong Nonglan opened his mouth, Qiandai realized that only she and Murong Nonglan were left in the empty Chaoyang Palace.
"Brother, haven't they come yet?"
Qian Dai was a little surprised.
There was no reason for an emperor to wait for his son.
Throughout the ages, few people dared to keep their father waiting, let alone this father who was the head of a country.
Qian Dai watched silently as Murong Nalan picked up the wine glass and poured it for herself as usual.
This must have happened not once or twice.
Qian Dai was a little puzzled.
Her father was obviously the head of a country, but in private he did not have the airs of an emperor. , still waiting nonchalantly for her son to come to the family dinner.
At this time, Qian Dai really felt that she couldn't understand him.
Murong Nalan didn't care about Qian Dai's surprise, "Those three brothers of yours don't have very good tempers.
If they make things difficult for you later, don't worry about it."
Qian Dai was stunned and nodded, "Dai'er understands."
After waiting for a while, a group of three people walked in slowly.
The three people in the group are all handsome and handsome men.
Although Yang Jinchen, the crown prince of the Southern Prince, is handsome, he is not as handsome as the three of them.
The leader is dressed in white and has a handsome figure.
His delicate and pure face is like that of a direct immortal.
Not a trace of mortal world, his steps are like strolling in a leisurely courtyard, walking forward unhurriedly, like an auspicious cloud flowing down from the nine heavens, which is intimidating.
On the left side, he was dressed in pure and elegant green clothes.
Although he was not as good as the leader Chuchen, he was still unmatched by others.
There was a light smile on his handsome face, which made people feel like a spring breeze.
The man in black clothes on the right looks a little immature, and his delicate and handsome face is also rare and elegant, but there is still a hint of frivolity in his youth.
Qian Dai lowered her eyelids.
These three people were all outstanding, especially the leader.
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Just one glance made people feel ashamed, but this person was her brother.
It is conceivable that not only myself, but also many people would feel embarrassed because of her reputation as a brothel princess.
But this is not a problem that she should worry about.
No matter how many people in the world think about it, it is not her after all.
I just want to live well.
Slowly stood up, waiting for them to come, but Murong Nalan still sat still, watching the three of them sit down indifferently, not looking at herself, Qian Dai then slowly sat down, her face was calm at all.
No look of embarrassment.
Murong Nonglan saw everything in his eyes and said nothing.
He turned and pointed at the man in white, "This is your eldest brother.
Murong Yichen."
It turned out that he was the eldest brother, and he lived up to his name, Qian Dai lowered his head and called out.
"Brother."
But there was no response.
Qian Dai didn't feel disappointed either.
Anyway, the person in front of her was like the scorching sun on the horizon, out of reach.
It would be strange if he really accepted her request.
Murong Nonglan glanced at Qiandai indifferently and saw that she didn't care.
He pointed at the man in green who was looking at him with a smile on his face, "This is your second brother, Murong Ye."
"Second brother."
Qian Dai called out.
Although this second brother was smiling, his smile didn't reach his eyes.
It was obvious that he didn't really accept him.
Murong Ye just nodded slightly as acknowledgment.
"This is your third brother Murong Feiyu."
Murong Nalan said.
"Third brother."
"Hmph."
The man in black clothes snorted coldly.
He really couldn't figure out why his father would want this sister with a bad reputation and whom he didn't know well to attend this family banquet.
Don't look away if you are unhappy, if it weren't for your eldest brother, you wouldn't want to see this sister.
I don’t know why my elder brother agreed to this woman’s participation.
This cold snort was not too small, so it was obvious that Murong Nalan also heard it and glared at his youngest son displeasedly, "Murong Feiyu, she is your sister."
Even if he is dissatisfied, there is no need to show it so obviously.
Come out.
Muna Nalan was a little angry.
Murong Feiyu glanced at his father.
The dissatisfaction in his eyes was obvious, but the person in front of him was his father after all, and he could not disobey him, so he had to suppress his dissatisfaction and said nonchalantly: "I understand, my son." ."
He just glared at Qian Dai dissatisfiedly.
Qian Dai didn't care.
In her opinion, this third brother was more like a child than herself.
Thinking about it, she was already twenty-five years old in her previous life, and her soul was that of an adult, but he looked real.
He's fourteen years old, which is still underage in modern times, isn't he just a child?
Thinking of this, Qian Dai's expression suddenly improved inexplicably.
Here, except for Murong Nalan, who is slightly older, Murong Yichen is only eighteen years old, and Murong Ye is only sixteen years old.
In terms of life time, she should indeed be counted among them.
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Sister, then what does sister have to compete with a group of arrogant younger brothers?
His mood suddenly felt better, and he didn't care about the expressions of the three of them, and just drank his own tea.
A leisurely one.
However, there seemed to be some faint emotions flowing between the four men in the hall.
"Okay, let's have a dinner."
Murong Nalan waved his hand, trying to break this strange atmosphere.
Everyone was just immersed in their own emotions and didn't speak.
What was going on.
Something too unusual.
The banquet started soon, but it still didn't break the strange atmosphere.
Murong Nalan had a headache.
Each one of them seemed like a mute.
He struggled for a few moments, but his mood didn't rise any more.
He was a little helpless.
He simply picked up the wine and drank it by himself, not caring about the four strange brothers and sisters.
Without Mun and Nalan around, the atmosphere at the table suddenly improved inexplicably.
Although everyone was still in charge of their own affairs, it was inexplicably harmonious.
Although Murong Ye and Murong Feiyu would look at this new sister from time to time, for Qian Dai, their eyes did not cause any oppression to her, so that she became the most leisurely and most leisurely at the table.
A person who enjoys himself
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