"Uncle Hai seems to be interested in the capital and to the dignitaries-" Xia Yu pursed his lips, "Is it because something happened?" ”

Yuan Shenghai set his eyes on Xia Yu, the light in his eyes was dim, "Don't ask anything, I will handle this matter properly." Ah Yu, do you 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 half a step in my life." Prince Kerui made it clear that he was looking for Jia Dahai, so-" She looked at Yuan Shenghai fixedly, "Uncle Hai should go and hide!" Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about no firewood. When the prince is gone, you will come back. ”

"I know you're a promise-heavy child. Ah Yu, remember your promise, Uncle Hai will not harm you. Yuan Shenghai waved his hand, "You go out, let me be alone for a while." ”

When Xia Yu went out, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Yuan Shenghai.

Yuan Shenghai's face was still pale, and his expression was slightly sluggish. She has never seen Uncle Hai like this, as the shopkeeper of the Zhenyuan Dart Bureau, Uncle Hai never shows a decadent color easily. And today, Xia Yu understands that Uncle Hai has met a strong enemy.

"My dad seems to have a lot of secrets." Huzi sat on the steps in front of the ancestral hall.

Xia Yu and Huzi sat side by side, "Moreover, it seems to be related to some people in the capital." Otherwise, how could we swear in front of the spiritual position that we would not step into the capital for half a step in this life? You are Uncle Hai's son, so it's okay if you can't enter Beijing, why do you still take me with you? ”

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

There are two spiritual seats enshrined in the ancestral hall, one is covered with a yellow cloth, and I don't know whose tablet it is, and the everlasting lamp is not extinguished all year round. There is another one that reads: Jia Dahai's spiritual position.

I still remember that when I was young, Xia Yu entered Uncle Hai's door and swore to the spiritual position with Huzi.

Xia Yu asked: Uncle Hai, who is this person?

Yuan Shenghai stared at her with a slightly troubled expression and said, "It's me."

Xia Yu's eyes widened and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Yuan Shenghai smiled and stroked her little brain: Will Ah Yu keep it a secret for Uncle Hai?

Xia Yu nodded categorically.

Yuan Shenghai sighed lightly, gently hugged her in his arms, and said a word that Xia Yu still hasn't been able to understand. He said: Ah Yu, Uncle Hai is sorry for you. But life may be the best for you right now.

What she doesn't understand is, where is Uncle Hai sorry for herself? She also didn't understand why Uncle Hai changed his name and surname, why he was clearly alive, and he had to set up a tablet for himself.

Uncle Hai taught her martial arts, let her mess around, and helped to deal with trouble, and even if Huzi bullied her, she could be whipped. For Xia Yu, Yuan Shenghai really hurt as a daughter.

But Xia Yu can often see a trace of guilt in Yuan Shenghai's eyes, an indescribable 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 muttered to himself, "Unless Uncle Hai is from the capital." ”

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

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

Huzi was stunned, "But my father said that he has never been to the capital." I just don't want to invite disaster when I set up that rule. ”

"Then the prince came to the door, what did he say?" Xia Yu asked.

"Where do we know about these things in officialdom. Or - ask the nerds? Huzi's eyes lit up.

Xia Yu nodded.

The two of them left the dart bureau quickly and ran directly to the Daizhou Mansion. Climbing up from the crooked-necked jujube tree outside the backyard wall of the mansion, you can just see everything in the backyard.

A handsome young man of the same age as Huzi is holding a scroll and reciting poems.

The breeze blows on the sleeves, and it is elegant and natural.

The appearance is delicate, the facial features are upright, and the lips are red and the teeth are white. Dressed in light blue clothes, he is even more bookish, elegant and calm in his gestures, and he has a bit of feminine graceful temperament.

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

The young man frowned slightly, turned around and asked the scholar to step back, and then walked over with small steps in a hurry. Standing under the wall, he raised his head slightly to meet Xia Yu's eyes, the smile on his lips spread faintly, and the light under his eyes brightened slightly.

If the years are quiet, it is more like a spring breeze.

He is Liang Yiru, the youngest son of the prefect of the state capital.

Walking out of the mansion 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 came to him, he raised his hand and plucked the dead branches that had not entered the bun for Xia Yu, and his demeanor was so gentle that it was intoxicating.