In the hands of her ninth uncle?

Ye Qinghuan frowned, it was really bad news.

But...... If the treasure house is really only her ninth uncle who can enter it, then it is impossible for the key to be kept by others.

"Where is Uncle Nine now?" Ye Qinghuan thought for a while and asked.

The eyes of the housekeeper of the Nine Kings Mansion suddenly bloomed with joy, and the sky was pitiful! The little county lord is finally willing to reconcile with the prince!

The 'naïve' housekeeper smiled and said, "The prince is in the pavilion outside the rockery at this moment. ”

Otherwise, why would he be so talkative?

The prince has not been in a beautiful mood recently, and he is still drinking alone in the gazebo at this time, as the housekeeper of the palace, he has to take care of this idle matter.

Fortunately, the little county lord finally sold his old man a face......

I have to say that the housekeeper of the Nine Kings Mansion is really thinking too much!

Ye Qinghuan got the answer and immediately went to the rockery to find Murong Jiu.

As soon as she arrived outside the rockery, she saw at a glance that in the pavilion not far from the rockery, Murong Jiu was sitting in white.

The breeze caressed the gazebo, lifting the corners of his pure white clothes, which made people breathe slightly.

But...... Strange, why did this man wear a white robe?

Ye Qinghuan was a little puzzled, she didn't remember that Murong Jiu would wear clothes other than dark colors, could it be because she had stimulated him abnormally these days?

"Huanhuan?" Murong Jiu had already noticed the little girl's figure, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see the little girl move, so he had no choice but to turn his head sideways, and his dark eyes looked fixedly in the direction where Ye Qinghuan was standing.

Ye Qinghuan came back to his senses, pursed his lips, walked up the stone steps, and walked into the pavilion.

"I want the key to the treasury." Ye Qinghuan didn't sit down, and looked straight into the bottom of Murong Jiu's black eyes, and there was a clear spring in her eyes, which clearly reflected his handsome and unparalleled facial features.

As soon as Murong Jiu saw it, he knew that she was still angry, although he didn't know what she was angry about, and his handsome expression revealed a faint helplessness.

He said that Sister-in-law Wang is very beautiful, and she can make her angry for so long?

It's incomprehensible.

"What does Huanhuan want?" Murong Jiu asked with a faint smile as he untied the key from his waist without the slightest hesitation.

The so-called treasure house key turned out to be made of black gold, which usually did not look like a key, but like a deep black iron pendant.

Ye Qinghuan watched Murong Jiu hand her the key, she reached out and took it, and as soon as she held the key in her hand, Murong Jiu immediately held her hand.

As soon as she struggled, she heard the low and cold voice and said lightly: "How long does Huanhuan have to mess with this king?" ”

Awkward......

Ye Qinghuan hummed lightly in her heart, she was not a little girl, how could she be naïve enough to make trouble with him?

She's nothing more than ...... I have doubts in my heart, I don't know whether to ask or not to ask, there are thousands of knots.

"Uncle Nine is a pig." The corners of her lips hooked slightly, and she withdrew her hand from his big palm, and turned to leave.

Murong Jiu laughed, he could see that she was struggling, but he really didn't know what she was struggling with, what did he do to make her so entangled......

However, looking at her arrogant appearance, he was distressed and stunned...... There was also a hint of joy.

She cares about him, so she is so entangled because of him!

Murong Jiu got up, and with a slight movement of his footsteps, he caught up with Ye Qinghuan.

Without waiting for Ye Qinghuan to say anything, he smiled softly: "What Huanhuan wants to find, this king will take Huanhuan to find it." ”

Ye Qinghuan's red lips squirmed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he snorted softly, noncommittal.

Anyway, let him follow.

If she really finds something, she must see his reaction—so that she can see his true thoughts.