It was just dawn, and Murong Jiu arrived in Xiliang ahead of schedule.

According to the normal process, it should only arrive at the Xiliang Imperial City when the sun is in the sky.

However, Ye Qinghuan got up in the middle of the night, and she asked Su Yan to go and find out where Murong Jiu and the others were.

Then she went to the official road a few miles outside the city gate in advance.

She couldn't wait so much, she knew that her ninth uncle would be happy, but she still came under the pressure from her father's side.

Murong Jiu did this for her, if she didn't know how to reciprocate, then she really had no conscience!

"Huanhuan." As soon as Murong Jiu saw the little girl standing slim in front of him, the corners of his lips smiled, and his heart suddenly turned into water.

He called out in a deep voice, and his arm stretched out as if he was conscious, and hugged the little girl tightly into his arms.

This is the first time that the two have been separated for so long since they confirmed their relationship.

It is said that Xiao Biesheng is newly married, but Murong Jiu feels that he will hold her in his arms at this moment, and he will not change anything!

What is Dongchu, what is Xiliang, he can't care about that much.

"I miss you so much." Murong Jiu hugged Ye Qinghuan for a while, let go of her, held her face, and kissed her several times, regardless of the fact that there was a large group of people watching from behind.

Naturally, the idlers knew that they should not look at it, so they all looked at the trees on both sides of the official road.

It seems that the tree, different from Dongchu, is so good and seeming.

Ye Qinghuan was surprised by the change in Murong Jiu's title, and then his eyes were a little moved-could it be that he had already thought about it before he came to Xiliang, and he wouldn't go back if he didn't have to?

Is she going to be a red face?

For her sake, is he willing to give up everything in Dongchu?

Including, he guarded the country for so many years?

"Uncle Nine, I'm a little unused to it!" Ye Qinghuan knows that in the words 'this king' and 'me', the inner thoughts are very different.

has always heard him call himself 'this king', and that sense of dignity has made her always regard him as the pride of the sky.

At this moment, the title has changed, and she is a little unaccustomed to it.

It's as if he made a great sacrifice for her, which made her feel heavy in her heart.

"Don't worry, even if I am no longer the Nine Emperor Uncle of Dongchu, I will definitely be worthy of Huanhuan." Murong Jiu glanced at it coldly and arrogantly, and his narcissism was so high that Ye Qinghuan was speechless for an instant.

The guilt and heaviness that had just risen up instantly dissipated into invisibility.

"Uncle Nine, do you dare to stink a little more?" Ye Qinghuan slapped him on the shoulder, and the force was naturally neither light nor heavy, a little like coquettishness.

Murong Jiu laughed in a low voice, kissed Ye Qinghuan's pursed red lips, and said softly: "Huanhuan likes me like this, doesn't he?" ”

"Cut!" Ye Qinghuan is really disdainful this time, who said that she likes arrogant and stinky men?

He obviously has the capital to be proud, okay?

Ye Qinghuan didn't talk nonsense with Murong Jiu, there was not much time, she took the time to come first, and she would wait for Murong Jiu at the city gate with her father later!

So, she crossed Murong Jiu, walked in front of Murong Yafeng, and looked at this 'sister' for a moment, feeling really helpless in her heart.

Who would have thought that Princess Zhan gave birth to her not a younger sister, but a younger brother?

It really scared her that day!

"Sister, I miss you so much......" Murong Yafeng spoke, just like Murong Jiu.

It's just that with a faint grievance, as if he suffered a lot after Ye Qinghuan left.