Although Ye Qinghuan tilted her head and closed her eyes, her ears were listening very seriously, after all, it was very beneficial for her to understand the situation in front of her.

Murong Jiu's voice was read word for word, although Ye Qinghuan still hated and even hated Murong Jiu, but he had to admit that this man was not only pleasing to the eye, but also had a first-class good and charming voice.

As Murong Jiu read aloud in a low voice, Ye Qinghuan gradually gained a general understanding of the Eastern Chu Kingdom.

It turned out that the Eastern Chu State had only been founded for the tenth year since its founding, and the founding emperor was Murong Jiu's father. At that time, Murong Jiu's father rebelled against Zhou, and his nine sons were the pioneers, and everyone was brave and good at fighting, and made countless achievements.

Among them, Murong Jiu and his brother Murong Ye have a deep brotherhood, and they have always been Meng Bujiao and Meng are never separated from Meng when they go into battle, so they have the two well-known titles of 'God of War and King of War'.

However, the war king Murong Ye failed to see the establishment of the Eastern Chu State, and he blocked a poisoned arrow shot at his brother Murong Jiu in a major battle, and died of poison.

Before he died, Murong Ye entrusted his wife and infant daughter to Murong Jiu.

Later, the Eastern Chu State was established, Murong Jiu was named the prince, and then the first emperor died, and the new emperor succeeded to the throne, and respected Murong Jiu as the 'Nine Emperor Uncle', which was the regent of the dynasty.

In the past ten years, Murong Jiu has paid the most attention to finding the whereabouts of his sister-in-law and niece, but unfortunately more than ten years have passed, and the mother and daughter have still not heard from each other.

……

Murong Jiu had been reading the historical records in his hand in a low voice, but his eyes also fell on Ye Qinghuan's side face from time to time, and when he found that Ye Qinghuan had gradually fallen asleep, he stopped.

"Huanhuan, this king promises you: from now on, no one can bully you, including this king." Murong Jiu stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt for Ye Qinghuan, looking at Ye Qinghuan's eyes, as if looking at the supreme baby.

Ye Qinghuan was in her sleep, her red lips unconsciously pulled out a faint smile, as if she had heard Murong Jiu's promise.

Murong Jiu's thin lips also slightly opened a trace of arc, looking at the gaze of Ye Qinghuan's small face, which was unprecedentedly soft.

Soon, however, his face changed slightly.

Murong Jiu immediately got up, strode to the door, opened the door, and asked the imperial doctor waiting at the door with a cold face, "Huanhuan's face is molting!" What's going on? ”

When the imperial doctors heard this, they hurriedly entered the room one after another and examined Ye Qinghuan.

After some examination, the imperial doctors looked at each other, and then ...... invariably showed shocked and relieved expressions.

The imperial doctor at the head turned around and said with a smile: "Nine Emperor Uncles, don't worry, there is nothing wrong with this girl. It's just ...... The Silver Wing Immortal Lotus that Uncle Nine Emperor took for this girl is a holy lotus that is rare to see in a hundred years! ”

Murong Jiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, a holy lotus that is rare to see in a hundred years?

"Uncle Nine Emperor doesn't know that this silver-winged immortal lotus is a holy product once in a hundred years, called 'Holy Lotus'. And this holy lotus is the immortal in medicine, in addition to treating internal injuries and resurrecting the dead, it can also make people reborn, especially for women, the skin can be better than snow. ”

The imperial doctor glanced enviously at Ye Qinghuan, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and sighed: "If this girl takes the Holy Lotus, not only will her face molt, but her whole body will molt. When all the previous skin is shed, the skin is as delicate and smooth as a newborn baby. ”

The other imperial doctors also nodded, all envious of Ye Qinghuan's good luck.