Ye Qinghuan recognized the man who had been beaten terribly, he was one of Tang Xing's subordinates of the Shadow Team.

But...... He would be beaten like this by the Nine Emperor Uncles, and he must have made an unforgivable mistake.

Murong Jiu's eyes looked at the dying secret guard coldly, and his tone was cold, like ice and snow that would not melt for thousands of years: "He let Ding Wan go!" ”

Ye Qinghuan listened, her face was pale, and she didn't react much.

Would she say she had thought of it a long time ago?

Ding Wan is very popular in the Nine Kings Mansion, and she plays the piano well, in addition to the Nine Emperor Uncles, there are also many people in the Nine Kings Mansion who love to go to Tianxianglou to listen to Ding Wan play the piano.

Over time, a man who falls in love with Ding Wan naturally arises.

If she guessed correctly, this secret guard, who was beaten to the point of dying and had not begged for mercy, had a love for Ding Wan.

"If what I expected is right, Ding Wan shouldn't be in the capital, right?" Ye Qinghuan raised her eyebrows and looked at Murong Jiu, and asked with a faint smile.

"She's been sent to Xiliang." Murong Jiu Meifeng was ruthless, and his face was gloomy.

Ye Qinghuan chuckled and touched his chin: "Uncle Jiu's subordinates, sure enough, there are two brushes." ”

No wonder Murong Jiu was so angry.

Letting Ding Wan go is already a capital crime, but Ding Wan was also sent to Xiliang, isn't this intentionally blocking Murong Jiu?

Presumably, this secret guard also knows that Dongchu is the final say of the Nine Emperor Uncles, and Ding Wan will be caught no matter where he is, so he can only leave Dongchu.

But...... With Murong Jiu's suspicious nature, even if this secret guard didn't say anything that shouldn't be said, it was impossible to leave him alive.

"Huanhuan." Murong Jiu looked at Ye Qinghuan's indifferent appearance, his thin lips were pursed, and his tone was tinged with a hint of displeasure.

"Uncle Nine, everyone has already run away, and I can't get along with myself if I'm angry again." Ye Qinghuan waved his hand at Tang Xing, "Let's go down!" Take him down too. ”

Take it down?

Of course, Tang Xing wouldn't fail to listen to Ye Qinghuan's words, but he just had some doubts about this sentence of 'stay down' - is it simply to take it down? Or do you take it down and 'click'?

"Do you think he still needs to live?" Ye Qinghuan's eyes were as cool as water, and the corners of his lips lightly hooked a cruel arc.

can betray the Nine Kings Mansion for a woman, and can also do more dangerous things for a woman, this kind of person can't stay at all.

What's more, he obviously knew a lot of secrets in the Nine Kings Mansion.

"Yes, my subordinates understand, little county lord." Tang Xing gave up his orders and immediately withdrew a group of people and others, and at the same time took away the secret guard.

After Tang Xing and the others retreated, Ye Qinghuan got up, walked up the steps, and came to Murong Jiu.

Murong Jiu looked at her fixedly, stretched out his big palm, shook her small hand, and frowned: "So cold?" Don't add more robes when you go out? ”

"It's not cold anymore." The night is warm and warm, and the smile is like a flower.

Murong Jiu glanced at her, snorted lightly, as if blaming her for not knowing how to cherish herself, and then pulled her into his arms with a hard hand, warming her with his own body.

"Has the murderer moved?" Murong Jiu didn't talk about Ding Wan, and asked lightly.

Ye Qinghuan doesn't care about a mere Ding Wan, she never thinks that Ding Wan is an enemy, at most she can make some small moves to block people.

"No, but I think nine times out of ten it's Gu Haotian. Therefore, I have made an appointment with Gongzicheng and let him go to Lagu Haotian to fall into the trap. She smiled faintly.

Murong Jiu didn't doubt the little girl's ability to pit people, he had already seen it.

"Ding Wan will escape, Huanhuan has expected it a long time ago?" Murong Jiu's fingers were like jade, and they slid lightly over Ye Qinghuan's delicate neck, with a hint of temptation.