it!

Do you want such a high winning rate?

If you don't die, give her such a strong fiancé, if you can't get rid of it, wouldn't you really want to get married?

Ye Qinghuan suddenly had 10,000 alpacas galloping by in her heart, and she took a deep breath after a while: "But how can Uncle Nine participate in the martial arts competition?" Also, is Uncle Nine sure that he can beat Mu Qingmiao? ”

The latter sentence seemed a bit redundant, attracting a cold glance from Murong Jiu, but she pretended not to see it.

"So, Huanhuan has a problem for this king." Murong Jiufeng's eyes narrowed, because of Ye Qinghuan's last distrustful words, he didn't plan to help his little niece solve the problem so happily.

The little niece should think of him as the sky, even if he really can't beat him, the little niece must firmly believe that he can fight!

Otherwise, wouldn't he become a little fool who grows up with other people's ambition to destroy his own prestige?

Ye Qinghuan was so smart, she immediately saw that Uncle Nine Emperor was unhappy, she smiled sweetly, quickly picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, and presented her hands to the man in front of her who was squinting at her: "Uncle Nine, you drink tea, you can come up with a way after drinking." ”

The situation in Eastern Chu, as well as the rules of feudal society, Murong Jiu is of course more familiar than her, so this problem has to be solved by Murong Jiu.

She believes that such a trivial matter can't help her wise and martial ninth uncle.

Murong Jiu suddenly looked at Ye Qinghuan with some burning, until Ye Qinghuan thought that there was something dirty on his face, and subconsciously raised his hand to wipe it.

"Huanhuan poured tea for the first time to this king, and this king tried to see if it tasted good." Murong Jiu hooked the corners of his lips, took the tea offered by Ye Qinghuan's hands, and took a few sips slowly.

The corners of Ye Qinghuan's mouth twitched slightly, is the same pot of tea, who else pours it better?

If you want to say who makes the tea that tastes good, she still believes it!

So, her ninth uncle just wants to see her please him? Sure enough, it's a child who lacks love!

It wasn't until Murong Jiu finished drinking a cup of tea that he raised his eyebrows at Ye Qinghuan: "Listen to the secret guard, Huanhuan is a little clean?" ”

Cleanliness...... Ye Qinghuan sighed and shook his head: "It's not very serious." ”

At most, she just doesn't like to use things that others have used, and as for the food and drink, she never picks, because the previous living environment made her not pick.

"This king also has it, and it's quite serious." Murong Jiu was colored, and put the teacup on the table, making a crisp sound.

Ye Qinghuan raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean?" "Dare to think that the tea she poured is not clean? Probably because she has been doing so well recently, he forgot the grievances between the two at the beginning, right?

"If this king is not mistaken, this cup of tea is ...... Huanhuan drank it. Murong Jiu turned the teacup in a different direction very seriously, and his slender jade finger lightly tapped the cup along a certain place: "Look, there is a faint lip print here." ”

Ye Qinghuan was slightly dumbfounded, and looked at the rim of the cup, and there was really a lip print, and it was definitely not Uncle Jiuqi's!

Thinking of the act of entering the door just now, Ye Qinghuan was stunned: "Ahem, I forgot ......"

A smile appeared in Murong Jiu's eyes, but his tone was very indifferent: "Huanhuan thinks that this cup of tea, does this king think it tastes good?" Still doesn't taste good? ”

Ye Qinghuan scolded 'your sister' in her heart, how could she answer?

The two are equivalent to kissing indirectly, can she say that the tea is delicious? It's so ambiguous!

But if she said that it didn't taste good, wouldn't it be a failure to please her, and he would use this as an excuse not to help her solve Mu Qingmiao?

Seeing that Ye Qinghuan was slightly annoyed but couldn't get out, Murong Jiu finally laughed.

"Funny?" Ye Qinghuan was unhappy, and her little face immediately sank.