Facts have proved that Ding Wan does not understand.

Two days later, Murong Jiu came back from the palace, and his face was cold and solemn that people didn't dare to look at directly.

The guards of the Nine Kings Mansion did not dare to come out, and they didn't know what had happened to make their prince so angry.

Murong Jiu ignored everyone and came directly to Ye Qinghuan's house.

When the door was pushed open with a 'bang', Ye Qinghuan was holding a brush to practice calligraphy.

Hearing the sound, she raised her eyes lightly and glanced at it, the brush in her hand stood still, and she still put down the pen as steadily as before, but her red lips were slightly curled, and she asked: "What?" Who upset Uncle Nine? ”

Murong Jiu strode over, took the brush from her hand, threw it on the table, and then slammed her into his arms, his face was completely cold.

The power of the hug is suffocating, but it also makes people feel a strong affection.

"Uncle Jiu, you messed up my calligraphy." And also...... Her hairstyle.

Ye Qinghuan looked at the last messed up stroke on the paper, pursed her red lips, and complained slightly.

Murong Jiu hugged Ye Qinghuan silently for a long time, and he didn't speak until Ye Qinghuan reversed his hands and hugged his waist, and then he said in a cold tone: "Someone sued the emperor for the emperor, saying that Huanhuan impersonated him, and the crime should be punished." ”

A touch of playfulness flashed in Ye Qinghuan's eyes, that girl really dared!

"Do you know who it is?" She asked in a faint tone.

"This king has ordered that everything will be found out within an hour!" Murong Jiu's eyes were hideous, and he was so ferocious that he was frightened, "This king wants to break his body into ten thousand pieces!" ”

How big is the impostor charged?

Murong Jiu didn't care at all.

Even if the entire Dongchu is turned over, no one can punish Ye Qinghuan under his nose!

However, there is still a force, the force from Xiliang, that is related to Ye Qinghuan's true life experience.

Once this force knew that Ye Qinghuan, the daughter of the war princess, was not the blood and blood of the Murong family, couldn't they guess Ye Qinghuan's true identity?

That's why Murong Jiu was so angry.

"Relax, Uncle Nine." Ye Qinghuan raised her head as if soothingly, kissed Murong Jiu's chin, and felt the man's body relax slightly, so she smiled faintly: "It just so happens that I have something I want to discuss with Uncle Jiu." ”

"Say." Murong Jiu wasn't in a good mood to talk about other things at the moment, but when the little girl in his family spoke, he couldn't help but let her say it.

Murong Jiu took away the position in front of the desk, and Ye Qinghuan was pressed on his thigh by him, and the two hugged intimately and fit perfectly.

Ye Qinghuan hooked Murong Jiuyi and touched the green silk, and lightly teased it: "Ding Wan is also an old girl, and she is the only bloodline of your loyal subordinates, so let her stay in Tianxiang Mansion all the time, it is inevitable that she will be wronged." ”

Ding Wan?

Murong Jiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, thinking of the deep meaning expressed by the housekeeper that day, he said coldly: "Don't worry about her!" ”

In his early years, he said that he would show Ding Wan a family, but Ding Wan was a maverick and would rather go to Tianxianglou than get married, and he didn't care about it all these years.

Now I finally know what Ding Wancun's heart is.

"Uncle Nine, you don't know that she likes you, right?" Ye Qinghuan raised her eyebrows and looked questioning.

Last time, for some reason, he went to Tianxianglou to listen to Ding Wan play the piano, and she has always remembered this!

"I didn't know before." Murong Jiu frowned, hugged the little girl in his arms tightly, and confided in a deep voice: "This king can only see Huanhuan alone, how can he know what others think?" ”