"Uncle Nine, I'll go back to my room." Walking to the fork in the road, Ye Qinghuan saw Murong Jiu stop, so he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Murong Jiu's eyes were deep, and after looking at her for a moment, he nodded: "Okay." ”

Ye Qinghuan turned sideways and walked towards the small courtyard to the west.

"Huanhuan." Murong Jiu suddenly stopped her, and his tone was a little low.

"Huh?" Ye Qinghuan looked back, and his eyes were printed with the light of the falling afterglow, which was very good-looking.

The corners of Murong Jiu's lips hooked slightly, and his smile was intoxicating: "I remember that I promised Uncle Nine, and I am not allowed to deceive Uncle Nine like Mu Qingmiao." ”

Ye Qinghuan felt funny in his heart, how could he be the same as Mu Qingmiao?

However, she didn't explain too much, only nodded: "Hmm! ”

Murong Jiu's petite figure disappeared into the corridor, a clear smile on the corner of his mouth, and then slowly turned around and returned to the room.

Back in the room, Murong Jiu saw the shadow he had cultivated for ten years waiting for him in the room, so he closed the door with a flick of his sleeve and sat down at the desk lightly.

"Lord Wang, my subordinates have found out that the person who adopted the little county lord back then was named Yemusen, but this is just his pseudonym, his real name is Mu Chengye, and he is the old department of the old castle lord of Mujiabao."

The man in black and black hat was tall, and his tone was cold but with a hint of obvious respect.

The people of Mujiabao?

Murong Jiu Meifeng frowned almost unpleasantly, and said coldly: "Go on." ”

"Yes, lord." The shadow continued: "Mu Chengye had a holiday with the Murong royal family in his early years, when his first wife was kidnapped by a general of the Murong royal family, so he had a grudge. So...... His subordinates were very suspicious, the reason why he adopted the little county lord was that he was so attentive to the little county lord. ”

At this time, the shadow said, Eastern Chu was still in the period of rising together, and it had not yet been unified, and the Murong family was not the ruler of Eastern Chu.

"Have you found out? Is it indeed the king's sister-in-law who sent Huanhuan to Ye's house? Murong Jiu's tone lowered slightly, and a faint light emanated from the depths of his eyes.

"Yes, my lord. The subordinates visited many neighbors who were still living in the Chinese New Year's Eve family, and one or two of them said that they had personally seen the princess of war entrust the infant little county lord to Mu Chengye. It is said that Mu Chengye tried his best to keep Princess Zhan at that time, but Princess Zhan insisted on leaving. Shadow 1510 replied.

Murong Jiu's eyebrows frowned deeply and fell silent slightly.

Mu Chengye and the Murong royal family have a hatred for taking his wife, and I have never heard that the sister-in-law has a relationship with the people of Mujiabao, how did the sister-in-law find Mu Chengye and entrust Huanhuan to Mu Chengye?

What's going on here?

"One more thing...... Rajah. The shadow bowed her head.

Murong Jiu glanced at him coldly, and his momentum was awe-inspiring: "Say." ”

"Lord Qiqi: My subordinates overheard the conversation between Lord Mu Shaobao and the people around him, and Lord Mu Shaobao seemed to think that the little county lord was not ...... It's not the blood ...... of the war lord."

The shadow was stiff enough when he spoke, and when he finished speaking, he only felt a cold air rushing towards his face, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

It's bitter to be a shadow...... This kind of thing is not easy to report, but it cannot be ignored.

Murong Jiu's body slowly leaned towards the back of the chair, his body was cold and evil, revealing cold majesty, his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, and his expression was particularly unfathomable, giving people the illusion of a mystery.

"You, go down!" Murong Jiu's tone seemed to be deeply depressed.

"Yes, my lord, my subordinates will retire." The shadow seemed to be about to be amnestied, and suddenly flashed out like a ghost.