Ye Qinghuan's answer made Murong Jiu's eyes stained with a touch of gloom, and his violent sneer was stained with a hint of majesty.

"Although I really want to gain a foothold in Dongchu on my own, if Uncle Nine really doesn't like it, then I regret it." Ye Qinghuan looked down at the document stained with her ninth uncle's blood for a while, then suddenly pulled the corners of her lips and smiled at Murong Jiu.

With a 'hiss', Ye Qinghuan tore up what Murong Jiu had written.

Well, she doesn't need him to give her all his property, but she will also take into account his feelings and not cooperate with Mu Qingmiao.

Ye Qinghuan thinks that Murong Jiu is most likely still considering her reputation, after all, a girl who has been married to someone has a stain on her reputation, so this is the reason why Murong Jiu has to oppose it no matter what!

"What are you doing with the tears?" It was not the Nine Emperor Uncle who let out this angry roar, but the boy standing next to Mu Wei at the door.

Now Ye Qinghuan of course already knows that this cold son is also the right-hand man by Mu Qinghao's side, named Mu Yifeng.

Mu Yifeng has a higher position than Mu Wei in Mujiabao, almost the same as the deputy castle master.

However, he has a hobby of calligraphy, and the great calligrapher he admires the most is the regent Nine Emperor Uncles.

Although Mu Jiabao and Jiuwangfu are not so opposed, Mu Yifeng has always had a clear distinction between public and private, and it is enough that his personal hobbies in private will not affect his business.

I saw Mu Yifeng snatch the piece of paper that Qinghuan tore up overnight, and his expression could be described as heartbroken: "Do you know how precious the Nine Emperor Uncle's ink treasure is in Eastern Chu?" You know? You actually tore it! ”

The corners of Ye Qinghuan's mouth twitched slightly, where did she think that Mu Yifeng, who was usually cold and noble, was like a mad cow who had been teased by a red cloth at this moment?

"Huanhuan tears her if she likes it, do you dare to yell at her?" Murong Jiu defended his little niece at the time, and attacked Mu Yifeng's whole person with a palm, without caring that Mu Yifeng was his loyal admirer.

Mu Yifeng subconsciously protected the ink treasure, but he was still affected by the palm wind and retreated again and again.

And Mu Qingfeng also swung out a palm in time, offsetting most of Murong Jiu's internal force, otherwise Mu Yifeng would have to be seriously injured if he didn't resist!

"Ah......" Mu Yifeng screamed in pain.

Everyone thought he was hurt, but when they saw him looking at his hands with a sad face, they almost cried.

It turned out that the palm of the Nine Emperor Uncles was accurate.

Mu Qingmao's strength offset most of the internal force, and the rest attacked the ink treasure in Mu Yifeng's hand, although Mu Yifeng had shrunk to protect the ink treasure in his hand, how could the calculation of the Nine Emperor Uncles be so easy to dodge by him?

In the end, the paper was still shattered and turned into powder on Mu Yifeng's palm.

Ye Qinghuan looked at Mu Yifeng's appearance, and was still a little irritable, but he couldn't help but laugh 'poof' - is it so painful?

"...... you" Mu Yifeng raised his head sharply, and his cold gaze shot at Ye Qinghuan, who was laughing at him, and was about to have a seizure, but when he saw the sinister and bloodthirsty expression of the Nine Emperor Uncle next to him, he immediately swallowed the rest of the words back with a mouthful of saliva.

Hum! Women don't teach, uncle's fault!

Mu Yifeng clapped his hands stupidly, and instantly returned to the appearance of a cold son.

"Uncle Nine, let's go." Ye Qinghuan couldn't help laughing, and reached out to pull Murong Jiu, but he didn't hear the sound of everyone gasping.

Uncle Nine Emperor has never liked people to touch him...... Will there be an exception for this little niece?

The answer is yes.

"Okay." Murong Jiu has already achieved his goal, so he doesn't want to stay in Xiangmingju anymore! When he landed, he turned around and left with Ye Qinghuan.

"Wait a minute." Mu Qingmiao said coldly, and his expression seemed to be smiling.