Uncle Nine

Chapter 11 The Boy with Red Lips and White Teeth

"Uncle Hai seems to be treating the capital and dignitaries—" Xia Yu pursed her lips, "Is it because of something that happened?"

Yuan Shenghai's eyes fell on Xia Yu, and the light in his eyes was dim, "Don't ask anything, I will handle this matter properly. Ah Yu, do you still remember what you promised me?"

Xia Yu nodded, "Uncle Hai said back then, if I want to learn martial arts from you, I must promise not to set foot in the capital for the rest of my life. But Prince Rui made it clear that he was looking for Jia Dahai, so—" She stared fixedly Yuan Shenghai, "Uncle Hai, let's go and hide for a while! Keep the green hills here, so you don't have to worry about no firewood. You will come back when the prince is gone."

"I know, you are a child who keeps promises. Ah Yu, remember your promise, Uncle Hai will not harm you." Yuan Shenghai waved his hand, "Go out and let me be alone for a while."

When Xia Yu went out, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Yuan Shenghai.

Yuan Shenghai's complexion was still pale, and his expression was slightly dull.She had never seen Uncle Hai like this. As the treasurer of the Zhenyuan Escort Bureau, Uncle Hai never showed decadence easily.But today—Xia Yu understood that Uncle Hai had met a strong enemy.

"My father seems to have a lot of secrets." Hu Zi sat on the steps in front of the ancestral hall.

Xia Yu and Hu Zi sat side by side, "Besides, it seems to be related to some people in the capital. Otherwise, why would we make us swear in front of the spiritual seat that we will not set foot in the capital in this life? You are the son of Uncle Hai, so you can't enter the capital." That's all, why are you taking me with you?"

After speaking, the two got up and walked towards the ancestral hall.

There are two spiritual tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall, one is covered with a yellow cloth, whose tablet is unknown, and the ever-burning lamp is always on all year round.There is another one that reads: Jia Dahai's spirit seat.

I still remember that when I was young, Xia Yu entered Uncle Hai's sect and made an oath with Hu Zi on the spiritual throne.

Xia Yu asked: Uncle Hai, who is this person?
Yuan Shenghai stared at her with a slight expression, and said, "It's me."

Xia Yu stared wide-eyed for a long time without recovering.

Yuan Shenghai smiled and stroked her small forehead: Will Ah Yu keep Uncle Hai a secret?
Xia Yu nodded firmly.

Yuan Shenghai sighed softly, hugged her gently in his arms, and said something that Xia Yu has not been able to understand until now.He said: Ah Yu, Uncle Hai is sorry for you.But life right now may be the best for you.

What she didn't understand was, how could Uncle Hai be sorry for herself?She also didn't understand why Uncle Hai changed his name and surname, and why he wanted to set up a plaque for himself when he was clearly alive.

Uncle Hai taught her martial arts, let her mess around, and even helped her out if she got into trouble. Even if Huzi bullied her, he would be whipped.For Xia Yu, Yuan Shenghai really treats her like a daughter.

But Xia Yu could often see a trace of guilt in Yuan Shenghai's eyes, a kind of unspeakable pity.She didn't know what the reason was, and Uncle Hai never said the reason.

"How did the prince know the name Jia Dahai?" Xia Yu murmured to herself, "Unless Uncle Hai is from the capital."

As soon as these words came out, even Xia Yu herself was startled.

Could it be that Uncle Hai had a feud with the people in the capital.Zhao Shuo is a prince, and the people he comes into contact with are either rich or noble.Therefore, the person who had a grudge with Uncle Hai, if not Zhao Shuo, should be someone who is either rich or noble.

Hu Zi was stunned, "But my father said that he has never been to the capital. The rule was established just not to cause disaster."

"Then what do you say when the prince came to the door?" Xia Yu asked.

"We don't know anything about these official matters. How about—ask a nerd?" Huzi's eyes lit up.

Xia Yu nodded.

The two left the Escort quickly and ran directly to the Daizhou government office.Climbing up from the crooked jujube tree outside the backyard wall of the government office, I can just see everything in the backyard.

A handsome young man about the same age as Hu Zi was holding a scroll, reciting poems and composing Fu.

The breeze blows the sleeves, elegant and natural.

He has a handsome appearance, regular facial features, red lips and white teeth.Wearing a light blue shirt, he is even more bookish, and his gestures are elegant and calm, giving him a bit of feminine temperament.

"Liang Yiru, here, here!" Xia Yu lowered her voice and waved to the people below.

The young man frowned slightly, turned around to let the book boy back down, and then walked over in small steps calmly.Standing under the wall, he slightly raised his head to meet Xia Yu's eyes, the smile on his lips slightly spread, and the light in his eyes brightened slightly.

If the years are quiet and good, it is more like the spring breeze to relieve the mind.

He is Liang Yiru, the youngest son of the prefect of Daizhou.

Walking out of the government office and walking to a secluded place, Liang Yiru was still Liang Yiru, with a faint smile on his lips, a faint light in his eyes, and his eyes were all fixed on Xia Yu.

When Xia Yu was in front of him, he raised his hand and picked off the dead branches buried in Xia Yu's hair for Xia Yu, with a gentle manner that made people intoxicated.

(End of this chapter)