As soon as Mu Qingmiao left, Murong Yu also patted Ye Qinghuan's shoulder, and said with a wink: "I'm also gone, I'll come to see my little cousin next time!" ”

Ye Qinghuan is naturally a blessing: "Congratulations to the emperor." ”

"Little cousin, good girl." Murong Yu directly rubbed the back of Ye Qinghuan's head this time, and then arched his hand towards the Nine Emperor Uncles: "Ninth Uncle, I will go back to the palace first." ”

Murong Jiu looked at Murong Yu's hand coldly, considering whether to chop it off - dare to touch his little niece's head?

He hasn't even touched it!

Murong Yu felt that the expression of the Nine Emperor Uncles was a little strange, and his heart was furious, so he hurriedly pulled his legs and ran away.

Where is the slightest bit of the emperor's demeanor?

Ye Qinghuan finally leaned on the chair and laughed: "Hahahaha...... Uncle Nine, you are so handsome! ”

She never imagined that a marriage contract designed by Murong Yu and Mu Qingmiao together would be brought by her ninth uncle so easily.

So...... Murong Yu wasted a condition that Mujiabao promised him in vain?

"Huanhuan, come here." Murong Jiu looked at Ye Qinghuan slowly and methodically, his thin lips lifted slightly, and his phoenix eyes were slightly ecstatic.

“…… Okay, Uncle Nine. Ye Qinghuan held back a smile, obediently walked up the steps, and stood beside Murong Jiu.

Murong Jiu was sitting, Ye Qinghuan was standing, but there was almost no difference in height between the two, first, Murong Jiu was very tall, second, Ye Qinghuan was very short, and third, ...... There were feet under the chair Murong Jiu was sitting on.

I saw Murong Jiu look at his little niece lightly for a moment, and suddenly got up slowly, stretching out his big palm towards Ye Qinghuan.

Ye Qinghuan subconsciously shrank and didn't move, feeling a shadow coming towards her, but it crossed her head and rubbed the back of her head twice.

Murong narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, it was really comfortable, no wonder Murong Yu was that stinky boy......

"Uncle Nine, what are you doing?" Ye Qinghuan felt a little messy, and she unexpectedly remembered Murong Yu's action before leaving-Could it be that her ninth uncle was learning from Murong Yu?

"In the future, no one other than Uncle Nine is allowed to rub you like this." Murong Jiu rubbed it twice, withdrew his hand with satisfaction, glanced at Ye Qinghuan, gave a lazy order, and then walked away.

"......" Ye Qinghuan looked at the long and majestic back blankly, completely messy in the wind.

Damn! Uncle Jiu's possessiveness is also strong!

After being messy for a while, Ye Qinghuan remembered that Mu Qingmiao, who was deflated today, and suddenly decided to meet Mu Qingmiao.

"Rango, go to the Tea House!" Ye Qinghuan smiled playfully at the corner of his lips, and with a wave of his hand, he took Rango out of the Nine Kings' Mansion.

This time, Ye Qinghuan and Lan Ge went to Xiangmingju, and the treatment was not as good as before.

I saw the two generals under Mu Qingmiao, Mu Wei and the unknown son, looking at Ye Qinghuan and Lan Ge with a hint of coldness in their eyes.

It's no wonder that their respected young castle lord was put on such a hard beating, can they not feel angry for their master?

"The young castle lord asks the little county lord to go up alone." Mu Wei said lightly, this time he directly blocked Rango at the staircase.

Lan Ge's face was cold, and he wanted to have a seizure again, but Ye Qinghuan smiled and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, for the face of my ninth uncle, the Lord of Mu Shaobao will not do stupid things." ”

After that, Ye Qinghuan calmly lifted her skirt and went upstairs.

Mu Wei pursed his thin lips, and his eyes stared at Ye Qinghuan's back like a torch: This little county lord is by no means as ignorant as he saw at the beginning!

It's still the private room last time, or the personable son last time.

"Master Mu Shaobao, it seems that you are in a good mood?" Ye Qinghuan smiled lightly and sat down uninvited, picked up the teacup in front of him, leaned in front of his nose and sniffed it, and nodded: "Good tea." ”