Murong Jiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Ye Qinghuan with an unfathomable expression, and the slightly curvature of the corners of his lips was like an epiphany on ice, indifferent and beautiful.

"The reason why Huanhuan is happy is because she saw Mu Qingmiao?" Murong Jiu casually asked his little niece for confirmation.

If the little niece nodded yes, he would go and beat Mu Qingmiao up now!

There's no need to wait for 10 days.

He will let Mu Qingmiao be crippled before he doesn't die, and he won't be able to participate in the little niece's competition to recruit relatives!

With such a strong and domineering possessiveness, Nine Emperor Uncles had no idea how dangerous it was.

"How is that possible?" Ye Qinghuan laughed, and then said with great interest: "I'm happy because I acted in a play in front of Mu Qingmiao, and I performed so well that he believed it." He also said that he would participate in the martial arts competition in ten days! ”

In the struggle between Eastern Chu and any country, Mujiabao has always maintained a neutral and indifferent attitude, and will never get involved in it.

Therefore, she was sure that the handprint on the marriage contract must have been Mu Qingmiao's!

Otherwise, the dignified young lord of Mujiabao would not have fallen into the same power as ordinary people who coveted the power of the Nine Kings' Mansion, right?

The touch of ice and snow in Murong Jiu's eyes melted in an instant.

"Little county lord, chopsticks." Lan Ge just walked in, kept his composure and presented the chopsticks to Ye Qinghuan, and at the same time put a pair on the Nine Emperor Uncles.

Then, she saw the ice and snow melt under the eyes of the Nine Emperor Uncles, and suddenly secretly breathed a sigh of relief: The little county lord really has the ability, he can not only light fires, but also extinguish fires.

"Huanhuan will eat after speaking." Murong Jiu saw that Ye Qinghuan was about to pick up the chopsticks and eat again, and couldn't help but laugh to stop it.

"Okay." Ye Qinghuan also knew that Mu Qinghao's appearance must be a blockbuster news for Murong Jiu, after all, there are few people who can make her, the ninth uncle, take care of her, and there seem to be few people in the world.

So, she nodded, held the chopsticks and did not move, and reported the game between Xiang Mingju and Mu Qingmiao to Murong Jiu one by one.

After finishing speaking, Ye Qinghuan began to eat with chopsticks, but Murong Jiu did not stop her this time.

Murong Jiu looked at Ye Qinghuan's little face, his expression moved, as if he was thinking about something important.

After a while, a grain of rice was dipped in the corner of Ye Qinghuan's lips, which was an eyesore.

The slightly obsessive-compulsive Nine Emperor Uncle stretched out his hand and wiped off the grain of rice from the corner of her mouth, and at the same time, a warm and shallow voice escaped through her beautiful thin lips: "Huanhuan really said to Mu Qingmiao...... If it weren't for Murong Qinghuan, he would be the ninth princess? ”

This move is extremely ambiguous.

Coupled with the gentle tone of the Nine Emperor Uncles, it is enough to be ambiguous to the extreme that others can imagine!

Rango's facial muscles twitched, and he quickly lowered his head.

She didn't see anything...... It must have been her hallucination.

"......" Ye Qinghuan was also stunned, and for a moment he was a little lost in the dark phoenix eyes of the handsome and peerless man opposite.

What's going on?

"Huanhuan really said that he likes Uncle Nine?" As if the Nine Emperor Uncles weren't enough to add to the chaos, he asked with a low smile in a tone like a heavenly voice.

"......" Ye Qinghuan is completely messy.

No, no, no, she just deliberately used it to breathe Mu Qingmiao! Not really that she thought about it! Did her ninth uncle have a short circuit in his head and ask her such a question?

"Uncle Nine is very happy." Murong Jiu looked at Ye Qinghuan's stupid expression, and suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, in a good mood: "Huanhuan can not hate Uncle Nine, but also like Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine is very happy." ”

As he spoke, Murong Jiu took a chopstick dish and put it in the bowl of Ye Qinghuan.