I saw a lifelike painting on the desk, which jumped into my eyes.

There is a white-haired man with a handsome face and a tall figure, but his posture is very indecent—he is lying behind a boulder, as if he is peeping at a young girl in front of him.

The girl has a beautiful face, petite and exquisite, and a faint smile at the corner of her lips, but she is not Ye Qinghuan, who else can she be?

After Murong Jiu saw the contents of the painting clearly, a cold light flashed under his pure black eyes.

After a while, he lightly opened his lips: "This painting has excellent skills, and the style is magnificent, presumably from the hands of famous artists." ”

The inscription on the painting is: Huangfu.

Xiliang royal family, surnamed Huangfu.

"Uncle Nine, this person's calligraphy and painting skills are comparable to Uncle Nine, but the most interesting thing is the meaning of his painting." Ye Qinghuan smiled and pointed to the white-haired man hiding behind the boulder, "Look, he obviously wants to get close to the girl in front of him, but he doesn't dare!" ”

The person who painted this picture is really ingenious.

didn't write letters, didn't meet, but gave her such a painting, telling her about her thoughts, and that faint uneasiness and trepidation.

This did arouse a curiosity in her heart—why was he so uneasy, even afraid to meet her?

"He wants to see Huanhuan." Murong Jiu's thin lips pursed lightly, and he reached out to cover the painting casually, pulling Ye Qinghuan up.

Looking at the more and more moving girl in front of him, Murong Jiu sighed, and his slender jade fingers touched the delicate cheek: "Do you want to see him?" ”

Of course, Murong Jiu hated Xiliang very much, he hated everything about Xiliang.

If he wants him to say, he can't wait for Ye Qinghuan to never have anything to do with Xiliang!

However, he deeply understood that if it was really Ye Qinghuan's own family over there, he couldn't stop her from recognizing that side over there.

The main thing is...... They may not be willing to let go.

Regardless of whether he is public or private, he has no position to prevent Ye Qinghuan from recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors.

"I didn't want to, but after seeing this painting, I kind of thought about it." Ye Qinghuan laughed: "He must be a very interesting man." ”

Is there something going on?

The white-haired man in the painting should be the biological father of this body, right?

Back then, how did he and Princess Zhan separate? How could the War King accept the War Princess, who was already pregnant, and treat the child as his own?

"This king knows that Huanhuan has become interested in him." Murong Jiu pursed his lips, a little displeased, but he did not overbearingly forbid Ye Qinghuan to be interested in the man in the painting.

There are some things that he can't stop, unless he can ignore the little girl's feelings and break her wings, so that she can never fly.

But that's too cruel, and he can't stand her cold gaze.

"Don't worry! Even if I become interested in him, I will definitely not be more interested in Uncle Jiu. Ye Qinghuan laughed sullenly, and then coaxed Murong Jiudao like a child.

Those clear eyes were intoxicating, gentle as water, which made Murong Jiu's heart beat fiercely.

"Huanhuan, remember your promise to this king!" Murong Jiu took her into his arms fiercely, with such great force, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, so that the two of them would become one, flesh and blood.

"I remember." Ye Qinghuan smiled faintly, this man began to be depressed and uneasy.

Because...... Xiliang's side seems to be about to make a move.

From this painting, she believes that there is more action to come—actions against her.