After the shadow receded, Murong Jiu sat in the room, motionless, his eyes were contemplative, revealing a little solemnity.

Under the seemingly calm eye waves, there was a flash of unusual light.

Night, clear, happy.

Murong Jiu's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a dull sound, and he read the name in his heart.

Soon, Murong Jiu stood up, walked out of the door with his hands in his hands, and walked in the direction of the small courtyard to the west.

At this moment, Ye Qinghuan had fallen asleep, and there was no light in the room.

There were no secret guards around the courtyard, because there was no need - few people were tired of living and dared to sneak into the Nine Kings' Mansion to send them to death.

The Nine Kings Mansion is not only full of peripheral organs, but also has many secret sentinels, and even the black and white demons tried to challenge, but they were finally discovered by the dark sentinels and surrounded by the group.

Murong Jiu stood in front of the closed door, his thin lips pursed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

After only a few moments, the latch inside was wiped out by an internal force.

Murong Jiu pushed open the door, walked in calmly, came to the inner room, and crossed the screen, and saw a slender figure lying on the soft big bed on his side, with a small face facing him.

Although there was no lamp, Murong Jiu could clearly see the eyebrows and eyes of the little man on the bed, and he could see every detail clearly.

Murong Jiu stood in front of the bed and looked at Ye Qinghuan condescendingly for a moment, then sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the delicate little face up close, his eyes burning and not missing every facial feature.

Yes.

Although she looks very much like Sister-in-law Wang, and her facial features that have not yet grown are almost seventy percent similar to the sister-in-law in her memory, there is no one place to ...... Like his royal brother.

A daughter, even if she looks like her mother, cannot be completely similar to her father, especially her facial features.

There must be a little shadow.

Coupled with Mu Chengye's festival with the Murong royal family, she is really unlikely to be Brother Wang's child.

She was indeed the child he was looking for, but unfortunately, she was not his relative—perhaps even Brother Wang didn't know that the child he had been thinking about before he died was not his own!

Huanhuan, what should this king do with you?

If you are not the child of the royal brother, you are not the blood and blood of the Murong family, the royal blood should not be confused, and this king cannot let you enter the Murong royal family genealogy, so where should you go?

Murong Jiu looked at Ye Qinghuan silently, but there was a voice in his heart laughing at him: Uncle Nine Emperors, do you care about these ridiculous reasons? You didn't let her enter the Murong royal family genealogy, is it really just because she is not of Murong royal family blood?

The gaze inadvertently fell on the full and red tender lips.

There is no doubt that this is a good red lip for kissing, the color is shiny, full and plump, and it looks so soft that I don't know how soft.

If she wasn't his little niece...... Then he should be able to taste the lips.

Murong Jiu thought like this in his heart, but he didn't know that his body had already taken a step ahead of reason and made a move-he lowered his head, and his thin lips were firmly imprinted on that full red lip!

Sure enough, as soft as it looks, so close to her, you can still smell the faint fragrance on her body, which is intoxicating.

Before Murong Jiu could react, Ye Qinghuan on the bed was already frightened.

How, how could it be...... Such?

From the moment Murong Jiuyi came in, Ye Qinghuan was awake, but she felt quite weird, why did her Ninth Uncle come to her late at night, so she didn't wake up and call her Ninth Uncle.

She wants to see what her ninth uncle is doing, who knows...... He actually kissed her!