As far as Murong Jiu is concerned, Ding Wan is just the daughter of a subordinate, and all he needs to do is to let Ding Wan have no worries about food and clothing.

As for the rest, Murong Jiu never cared.

The butler's words that seemed to have an allusion made Murong Jiu frown slightly, and a trace of uncertainty flashed in his indifferent eyes.

With a slight pursing of his thin lips, Murong Jiu walked towards the location of Ye Qinghuan.

After a while, Murong Jiu went to the garden, and caught a glimpse of Ye Qinghuan sitting on the swing, smiling like a flower listening to Ding Wan talk about interesting folk stories.

"Uncle Nine!" Ye Qinghuan jumped off the swing and jumped towards Murong Jiu like a little girl, her eyes shining.

The corners of Murong Jiu's lips couldn't help but bend, and he stretched out his hand to support Ye Qinghuan who was rushing towards him, and said lightly: "Today, Huanhuan is very happy?" ”

"That's right! Wan'er came to the palace to accompany me! Ye Qinghuan looked innocent, looking up at Murong Jiu, who looked cold in front of outsiders, but he still caught the familiar tenderness in the depths of his eyes.

Murong Jiu glanced at Ding Wan, who had a nervous look on her face, and there was not the slightest emotional fluctuation on her face, and her tone was unfathomable and shallow and soft: "Are you hungry?" ”

Ye Qinghuan touched her stomach and nodded again and again: "Uncle Nine doesn't say that I don't feel it yet, but when I say it, I feel so hungry!" ”

"That king asked people to pass the meal and eat with Huanhuan." There was an obvious hint of pampering in Murong Jiu's tone, although he could see at a glance that this little girl was pretending to be well-behaved in front of people.

"Thank you, Uncle Nine." Ye Qinghuan's eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

Ding Wan looked at how favored Ye Qinghuan was, and she was envious and eager to do this, if Nine Emperor Uncle could speak to her like this one day...... She is willing to die for ten years!

"Wan'er." Ye Qinghuan suddenly turned her head, looked at Ding Wan, and smiled: "Do you want to be together?" ”

"Me?" Ding Wan looked flattered, and only lowered her head after a while: "I...... I'm not qualified to ......"

The look of pity I see is enough to make any man feel moved and distressed.

"What's not qualified, come to my room and dine with Uncle Nine!" Ye Qinghuan pulled Ding Wan very 'enthusiastically', and then pulled Murong Jiu with one hand, and walked towards her room with a smile on her face.

Ding Wan's heart was beating like a drum, and her eyes secretly passed over Ye Qinghuan and peeked at the handsome man.

If...... If the person holding her and the Nine Emperor Uncles is not Ye Qinghuan, but the daughter of her and the Nine Emperor Uncles...... How perfect that would be.

Ding Wan's mind was full of thoughts, and a blush flew on her cheeks.

The three of them went to the room and sat down, Ye Qinghuan kept talking to Ding Wan, Ding Wan didn't talk as much as before, she was very reserved, bowed her head and whispered to answer, everyone looked beautiful.

On the other hand, Ye Qinghuan is simply too ladylike.

When the dinner came, Ye Qinghuan put Ding Wan aside, not only took the initiative to serve Murong Jiu, but also poured wine for Murong Jiu very diligently.

"Little County Lord, Nine Emperor Uncles, he eats...... Don't drink alcohol. Ding Wan thought that Uncle Jiuhuang had been busy in the palace for a day, and he must not have eaten for lunch, and drinking on an empty stomach hurt his body, so he couldn't help but say something to stop him.

"Huh?" Ye Qinghuan's little face was lonely, "I don't know." ”

Murong Jiu's expression was not shocked, he picked up the wine that Ye Qinghuan poured for him, took a sip, put it down elegantly, and said lightly: "It's okay, what Huanhuan poured for this king can also drink the intestinal poison." ”

Bah! Sweet talk.

Ye Qinghuan was secretly stupid, she didn't believe that she really gave him poisonous wine, he would drink it without blinking an eye!