At this moment, Ye Qinghuan just arrived at the Xiangming House and just went up the stairs.

And the reason why the door of the room was not closed, Mu Qingmiao's words just happened to be clear in her ears, making her pause slightly.

She was very curious about how her ninth uncle would answer Mu Qingmiao.

In the room, Murong Jiu slowly raised a sinitiating smile, and his eyes were staring at Mu Qingmiao so evilly, which made Mu Qingmiao feel a little embarrassed for a while.

"This king ......" Murong Jiu made a sarcastic smile: "Of course I do." ”

As soon as the words fell, a long pen dipped in ink, and walked on the pure white paper with a flexible wrist dance.

A strong and powerful handwriting appeared in front of Mu Qingmiao's eyes, and the font was lifelike as if it had been endowed with aura, with natural and free confidence, but wild and uninhibited.

The Nine Emperor Uncles never show their words in front of people, this is a rule that all Dongchu knows.

In addition to reviewing the recitals, the Nine Emperor Uncles do not write in any form or on any occasion.

Therefore, the Nine Emperor Uncles are a thousand words, and many literati in the Eastern Chu Kingdom can beat their heads and bleed in order to buy a word from the Nine Emperor Uncles.

The last word of Murong Jiu was completed, and the pen in his hand was thrown at will.

It was just a weak pen, but because Murong Jiu gave it that powerful internal strength, it was forcefully inserted into the beams in the room, and it did not move.

Mu Qingmiao had already read all the words written by the Nine Emperor Uncles clearly, and saw that it was written: Murong Jiu, the regent of Dongchu, the king of this king, will all belong to Ye Qinghuan within three days! At noon on the first day of the fourth month of the first year of the first year, Murong Jiu, book.

"Nine Emperor Uncle, you ......" Mu Qingmiao was shocked, he could see that Nine Emperor Uncle was serious, this man was used to keeping one hand in everything, only when it came to Ye Qinghuan, he would seem so impatient and impulsive, completely blocking the way out.

Murong Jiu's slender jade fingers entered lightly, and suddenly, a trace of blood came out.

He stared at Mu Qingmiao, smiled sekingly, and the next moment, his fingers had already pressed on the three big characters of 'Murong Jiu'.

Handwriting, inscriptions, handprints, a lot.

Mu Qingmiao was really helpless in her heart, what does Nine Emperor Uncle mean by this? Could it be that Nine Emperor Uncles are really sure that Ye Qinghuan is 100% Murong Qinghuan?

"This king can, but you can't." Murong Jiu slowly turned around and looked out the door: "Huanhuan, who do you say can make you trust more?" ”

Ye Qinghuan is also here?

Mu Qingmiao frowned slightly, looked out of the door, and sure enough, after a while, he saw a beautiful figure walking out and slowly stepping into the room.

Ye Qinghuan's heart was inexplicably complicated, she looked at Murong Jiu's slightly raised eyebrows, and the paper in front of her with her fingerprint, and couldn't find the words to answer for a while, so she could only be silent.

"With this guarantee from Uncle Jiu, Huanhuan still wants to cooperate with Lord Mu Shaobao?" Murong Jiu stuffed the piece of paper into Ye Qinghuan's hand, and his eyes looked straight into her clear eyes.

Ye Qinghuan closed his eyes, and became a little helpless: "Uncle Nine, money is just something outside the body, and I don't want more than that." ”

Even if Murong Jiu gave her the entire Eastern Chu, would the people of Eastern Chu obey her?

He has now given her all the property under his name, whether it is true or not, even if it is true, she has never handled those businesses, and she cannot trust those people, how can those people obey her?

For her part, she prefers the thrill of the process to the outcome.