"Damn it!" Murong Jiu cursed in a low voice, and reached out to quickly wrap around Ye Qinghuan's waist, but at this moment, an accident happened.

The palace maid behind Ye Qinghuan probably wanted to come forward and stumble on the Nine Emperor Uncles, but she never thought that her feet would slip, and when she was about to fall, she grabbed it indiscriminately and grabbed Ye Qinghuan's belt.

In an instant, the belt was pulled off with a 'click'.

Ye Qinghuan had a 'boom' in his head, and sure enough, he looked down and saw that his dress was directly pulled away alive.

There was a flash of fire in Murong Jiu's eyes, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he suddenly pressed down towards Ye Qinghuan.

It's not that Murong Jiu can't dodge, but Murong Jiu can't dodge - if he doesn't fall this time, his little niece will be exposed in the spring and will be seen by the emperor behind him.

Ye Qinghuan thought that her back was going to hurt, but Murong Jiu supported her with one hand, relieving her of pressure. But then, Murong Jiu's whole person pressed up, and her head was almost pressed into Murong Jiu's arms!

This posture, this sourness......

"Don't move." Murong Jiu was above her, lightly ordered, and quickly pulled the skirt on her chest with her big hand.

Then, Murong Jiu raised his eyes coldly, looked at the palace maid in front of him who had also fallen but had fallen stupidly, and said in a cold tone: "Bring a cloak and ask for a new one." ”

The palace maid came back to her senses, looked at the woman's belt in her hand, knew that she had made a big disaster, tears welled up, and she hurriedly got up and went to get the cloak.

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect that Uncle Jiu, you were finally put on the table by me! Behind Murong Jiu, a laughing voice sounded, claiming to be as if there was only one person in the world.

The emperor of the Eastern Chu State, the nephew of Murong Jiu, and the ...... of Ye Qinghuan Cousin!

Ye Qinghuan tried very hard to get his head out of Murong Jiu's arms and breathe in the fresh air, and at the same time, he was not surprised to see the coldness in Murong Jiu's eyes, and he immediately secretly laughed that the emperor still didn't know whether to live or die.

This Eastern Chu State is still Murong Jiu's final say, after all, he has great military achievements and strong strength, and he is also the emperor's ninth uncle, and the emperor is probably Murong Jiu's next meal!

Murong Jiu maintained his posture and did not move, but his face was already as dark as water.

If the embarrassing acquaintance with Ye Qinghuan at the beginning was an accident, then now it is artificial, and he once again took advantage of his little niece!

This is not what Murong Jiu wants, and he is about to vent all his anger on the emperor who will not die if he does not die.

"Nine, Nine Emperor Uncles, bring the cloak and cloak here......" The palace maid rushed back to the imperial study as fast as she could, and stammered in front of Murong Jiu and Ye Qinghuan in fear.

Murong Jiu raised his hand, and the cloak in the palace maid's hand was immediately sucked by him with internal force.

He carefully covered Ye Qinghuan tightly, and after making sure that he didn't show any spring, he got up from Ye Qinghuan and pulled Ye Qinghuan up again.

"Is it hurt?" Murong Jiu's tone at the moment was quite calm, and a pair of cold eyes looked into Ye Qinghuan's eyes.

Ye Qinghuan blinked and shook his head.

As a modern woman, and she is not Murong Jiu's true niece, she has nothing to be embarrassed about this accident.

It's just that she guessed that Murong Jiu was very sad in her heart, and the emperor was afraid that he was going to suffer.

"That's good." Murong Jiu once again surrounded the cloak for her, and then, nobly, turned around gracefully, and glanced faintly at the initiator, Murong Yu, the emperor of the Eastern Chu Kingdom.

The young emperor suddenly felt that the cold air in the imperial study was swishing, and after shivering, he realized that the cold air came from his dear ninth uncle, and suddenly he laughed embarrassedly: "Cough, ninth uncle, I am just joking with you......"

Murong Jiu still looked at the emperor in front of him lightly, and walked forward with his long legs, step by step, steady as Mount Tai and as slow as a walk.

Murong Yu couldn't help but take a step back and swallowed his saliva: "Ninth Uncle ......"