It can be seen that she still didn't recognize this family.

Ming Xiuwen was naturally dissatisfied with her.

Yun Dai reached out and pinched Mingmin, whispered: "You kneel down to the old man now, call him dad, and apologize."

Mingmin looked at her coldly.

Yundai whispered: "I tell you, if you ask the old man to leave with regret, I promise that I will not say a word to you again. I swear to do what I say."

Mingmin stood still and did not move.

Yun Dai whispered angrily: "You are also a person of that era. You are shy and tell me your passion and sacrifice. The old man has devoted his life to the army. Isn't he worthy of your respect?"

If she doesn't kneel down, Yun Dai will be ready to ask someone to take action.

Mingmin frowned, hesitated for a while, and finally knelt down gently.

She knelt beside the old man's bed, kowtowed, and whispered: "Dad, it's all my fault for the years. I shouldn't have left willfully. I'm sorry for you and my three children."

When she said this, everyone in the Hou Mansion felt sad.

How could they not see Yun Dai's small movements?

After all, it was Yun Dai's threat that she surrendered.

But no matter what, it will eventually be the knot of the old man.

The old man stretched his eyebrows and looked relieved: "You are well-behaved since childhood, and you are sometimes willful when you grow up, and it's nothing. It's all my father's fault, and you're not married to you. Dad doesn't blame you..."

He gasped for a while, and then added some strength before continuing, "But you are sorry for the children after all. They have always missed you. When they come back this time, don't leave, stay with the children and compensate them. Especially Dai'er... you must love her well and promise your father."

Mingmin nodded: "Dad, don't worry, I promise you."

The word "Dad" that has been unwilling to call it before seems not that difficult to say it.

It's easy to talk about.

She was stunned.

The old marquis was satisfied, turned his head and looked at the children and grandchildren who were kneeling below one by one, then closed their eyes with a smile.

Yun Dai's hand that he had been holding also hung down.

"Grandfather..." Yun Dai murmured.

Ming Xiuwen leaned over and kowtowed, crying: "Father!"

Suddenly there was a room full of crying.

Yun Dai held the old man's hand and choked with sobs: "Didn't my grandfather promise me that I would wait for the grapes to ripen in autumn and make wine with Dai'er? Why don't you keep your word? When the grapes are ripening, where will I find you?"

However, my grandfather would never use his thin and warm hands to pick grapes for her to eat.

The temperature of the hand is slowly dissipating.

The only thing left behind is that small key.

Gu Cheng'an and Yun Wu rushed over and threw themselves in front of the bed and cried.

Yun Dai left the house, walked outside, sat under the grape rack, and stared at the lush grape leaves.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhao Yuanjing, wearing a black cloak, came over.

He heard that the old marquis had passed away, so he rushed over immediately.

Maybe this is not in line with the rules, but he just wants to be with Yun Dai immediately.

"Dai'er." He bent down and squatted in front of her, calling softly.

Yun Dai looked up, her face full of tears, and her voice hoarse: "Zhao Yuanjing, my grandfather is gone."

Zhao Yuanjing felt ache in his heart and reached out to hug her: "I know, I know. You are very sad. If you want to cry, just cry. I will accompany you."

Yun Dai stretched out his hand and a small key in his palm.
Chapter completed!