"You should call this king, 'Uncle Nine'." Murong Jiu looked at Ye Qinghuan expressionlessly, and suddenly the corners of his lips pulled out a slight arc, and his tone eased unconsciously.

Uncle Nine? Ye Qinghuan's heart moved slightly, that should be the title that can only be called by juniors such as the dearest niece, right?

"This jade pendant on your body has been with you since you were sensible, but you don't know that it is a royal token, which was given to your mother by your father back then, and then given to you by your mother." Murong Jiu said lightly, looking at Ye Qinghuan's gaze with a trace of guilt.

If the imperial brother is still alive, seeing that he injured her like this, he is afraid that he will have to fight him hard or even stop talking for a year.

Ye Qinghuan finally opened her eyes, she looked coldly at the prince in front of her who seemed to be a little guilty, her mind turned slightly, and she snorted coldly: "The story you made up is really beautiful!" ”

Say she's his niece? Let her call him Uncle Nine? Isn't she a royal person?

In this way, she is either a princess or a county lord! But how could a princess or a county lord wander into the people at will?

"As soon as your injuries are healed, this king will take you to see the current saint, that is, your cousin." Murong Jiu stretched out his broad palm and gently touched Ye Qinghuan's head: "This king will correct your name and return your status as the county lord." ”

Princess? It's good not that it's a princess! Ye Qinghuan pouted, after all, princesses generally don't end well, either they are close or find a Chen Shimei as a concubine.

"About your father and mother...... When your injuries heal, this king will show you the history of this dynasty, and you will know why you have been living in exile for so many years. Murong Jiu looked at Ye Qinghuan's yellow and thin appearance, and he looked weak due to the injury, and an unknown pain crossed his heart.

Ye Qinghuan naturally saw Murong Jiu's eyes clearly, and secretly thought that if this man was acting, he would inevitably act too well!

After a moment of thought, Ye Qinghuan snorted and said, "I'm going to watch it now!" ”

"But you ......" Murong Jiu glanced at the silver needles all over her body, as if trying to dissuade her, but soon he relented, got up and walked to the side of the bookcase, took out a book accurately, and then returned to the bed and sat down.

A flash of surprise flashed in Ye Qinghuan's eyes when he saw this, could this be his room?

Not...... Such a high-ranking man, if he was just trying to find a spy, didn't seem to be able to sacrifice even his own room.

"If you don't get up, this king will show you." Murong Jiu reversed the direction of the scroll, and from the first volume onwards, it was erected in front of Ye Qinghuan, his eyes were light, and he had lost his usual coldness.

Looking at the scroll standing in front of him, Ye Qinghuan blinked, embarrassed by himself.

Originally...... The owner of this body is illiterate!

As a result, the memories that were instilled in her had no concept of literacy at all, and she didn't recognize a single word at the moment.

But Ye Qinghuan also has a way to deal with it, and her old god is ordering underground: "You read it to me!" ”

Ye Qinghuan's request made Murong Jiu stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered his indifference, and his eyes were mixed with a touch of obvious doting: "Okay, this king will read it to you." ”

Ye Qinghuan got goosebumps from that doting look, and turned her head away in disgust.

Seeing this, Murong Jiu sighed helplessly in his heart, but he took the scroll and read it slowly in a deep voice: "Dongchu, starting in the Great Zhou Year, the dragon gave birth to nine sons, and the eighth brother and auxiliary brother founded the country, among which ......"