As soon as she returned home, before Ye Minghuan could change her clothes, Ye Shaochuan came to her room and asked her what was the matter with Concubine Ying's edict today. Ye Minghuan honestly told him about their conversation. After hearing this, Ye Shaochuan's face was solemn, he let out a long sigh, looked at Ye Minghuan and said earnestly, "Huan'er, now that you have grown up, you are slim and elegant, if your mother knows under the spring, she will definitely be happy." Ye Minghuan heard her father praise her so bluntly for the first time, and lowered her head a little shyly, and because he mentioned his mother who he had never met, he said a little sadly, "Daddy, why did you suddenly mention this..."

He patted Ye Minghuan on the shoulder and said, "Dad knows, you are almost at the age of discussing relatives now." There is also more and more gossip about you outside. Dad just wants to know, how do you feel about that prince? Ye Minghuan was asked by him, his face turned red, his eyes glanced away and he didn't dare to look at him, and he didn't say anything for a long time. Ye Shaochuan saw her appearance, and probably had the answer in his heart. He continued, "Daddy is now in the court and does not support any faction. I'll have to think carefully about your marriage. I'm afraid that someone will take advantage of you and get support from our family. After all, if the two families get married, it means that they will be a family in the future. So I was originally going to propose for you after the crown prince ascended the throne and everything was stable. But now it seems like you have your own choice. ”

He paused, and saw that his little daughter lowered her head and did not speak, so he rubbed her head and continued, "If he really loves you and has no other distractions, Daddy supports you." You don't have to be stressed, either. Whether a man loves you or not can be felt with his heart. Ye Minghuan heard him say this, so he raised his head and looked at his father and nodded heavily.

"If he really took advantage of you and bullied you, you tell Daddy, Daddy will never let that bastard go." Ye Shaochuan said solemnly. Ye Minghuan felt a burst of warmth in his heart, grinned at his father, and threw himself into his father's arms at once. Ye Shaochuan smiled and patted his daughter's back, letting her daughter be coquettish in his arms. A warm vein of family affection flowed in the room, and the golden sunlight in the afternoon faintly passed through the screen window, pulling the shadows of the two to grow...

There is still half a month to go before the Summer Festival, once every thousand years. Legend has it that on this day, the first fruit tree in the fairy world bore the first fruit, and the first emperor and queen of the fairy world also met and fell in love under the leafy tree on this day. Therefore, in order to commemorate this day, this festival was established from the first Emperor of Heaven. One is to wish a good harvest in autumn, and the other is to commemorate the love of the first emperor and queen.

And after years of development, this day has become a festival organized by the royal family for hunting, competitions, banquets and other activities, and the nobles of the fairy world have to participate, so as to find their sweethearts. So this festival is especially important for the marriageable boys and girls among the nobles of the fairy world.

Although Ye Minghuan has participated in it since he was 2500 years old. However, due to her young age at the time, she did not have to attend the dinner and performance in the evening. I only participated in hunting activities at the event, and although I won the ranking, I was not eye-catching. This year is different, she has also reached the marriageable age, and according to the regulations, she must participate.

So she also took time out of her time to rehearse this year. She practiced with her sword for a while, and felt a little tired, so she paced in the courtyard with her sword in her hand. She raised her eyes to look at the moon, and suddenly wondered what Ling Xuanlan was doing, how good she was today, did she miss herself. She blinked, and felt that it was futile for her to think of him like this, and now she couldn't see him again. But she thought that she was going to dance the sword in front of him, and she felt that she couldn't lose face, and she had to dance perfectly. It was to muster up the energy again, and count the beats by himself with the sword, and start again.

Tonight, Ling Xuanlan finished his work and returned to the dormitory after freshening up. He sat by the window and watched the moonlight, his robe draped. Although the fragrance on the robe had almost dissipated, he was still reluctant to take it to the pulp and wash it, and he must drape it on his body every night before going to bed to see the moonlight. Because, he knows, his little girl is also bathed in this soft moonlight, and maybe she is thinking about herself.