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Chapter 84 Uncle Candle Who Can Write Poetry
"Hi! Uncle Candle—"

Big Eleven yelled, and kicked the man in front of him suddenly.

The person lying on the ground was kicked to the base of the wall, and his back hit the broken wall, making a dull sound.

He curled up and remained motionless again.

"Woke up!"

Seeing that Uncle Zhu didn't respond, Senior Eleven turned sideways and kicked his wine jar again. With a crisp sound, the wine jar shattered on the wall not far from Uncle Zhu.

The tiles were scattered and smelled of bad wine.

"Do u wanna die!--"

The man named Uncle Zhu roared, and he had already stood up when the smell of wine had just dissipated. With the roar, he kicked Big Eleven's chest with his legs.

Accurate, steady, and ruthless.

Big Eleven curled up in a ball and flew straight back. A moment later, he hit the dirt wall with his whole body, and mud and dust flew around and choked him.

Big Eleven slipped to the ground, and stood up again with a smear of blood from the corner of his lips.

"I've been nagging all day long," Big Eleven turned his face away, and spat out all the dust and blood in his mouth. "In the end, is the only way to get drunk and go crazy?"

"Boss and Uncle Zhu are fighting again." A bold little beggar shrank his head and secretly looked here, whispering while watching.

The others huddled together with him, wanting to see but not daring to.

"How many times is this?" The little beggar sleeping in the corner yawned, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his dirty hands, "It's endless."

"If you don't hit him a few times a month, you won't be able to survive," the little beggar who dared to peek continued to whisper, "Uncle Zhu is still as ruthless as ever!"

"Don't go there, you are looking for death!" A beggar pulled the new little beggar.

The new little beggar was only seven or eight years old. It was the first time he saw such a scene. He felt that when he saw someone fighting, he should go over and pull it off.

"Never mind," the oldest beggar walked over tremblingly and pulled them away, "It will be fine in a while."

Everyone was pulled away, and the place became quiet again.

They looked at each other indifferently.

"Don't stare," Big Eleven bent down and patted off the dust and straw on his body, "Don't think that because you are the strongest here, no one will dare to touch you."

"I slept with mine, what are you doing?" Uncle Zhu said coldly, "Didn't I make the offering on time every month?"

"Go out and talk." Big Eleven stood up straight and said seriously.

"No time!" Uncle Zhu waved his hand, as if he was going to lie down again.

Looking at the fragments of the wine jar on the ground, his heart was more broken than the tiles.

"I'll buy you wine," Big Eleven said suddenly, "the best kind."

"Really?" Uncle Zhu said in surprise, staring at Big Eleven again and curling his lips in disgust, "Here, the last thing you want to see me drinking, I don't believe you!"

Big Eleven took out the money given by Sheng Fengxue and tossed it proudly in front of Uncle Zhu, then turned his face to signal Uncle Zhu to go out and say.

Uncle Zhu thought for a while and followed.

It started to get brighter outside, and Sheng Fengxue had just arrived at the back door of Prince Chu's Mansion.

"It's rare."

Uncle Zhu stood on the big rock, then sat down, then slid down and sat on the ground directly. Using the big rock as a pillow, he picked up a piece of grass and held it in his mouth to look at the sky. Then he squinted at Eleven and hummed. : "You kid, you must have some bad idea again."

Uncle Candle is 34 years old.

Her hair is knotted and loose to cover her face. She is gradually aging due to years of decadence. Her clothes are worse than anyone else's and her knees are exposed. She looks like she is 43 years old.

I stayed in this ruined temple for several years.

There is always a time of absence in a year.

No one knows where he went.

No one knows his real name and origin.

I only know that his name is Uncle Zhu.

All I know is that he loves to drink and gets drunk every time he drinks.

Even if you get him drunk, you can't get any secrets out.

Such a mysterious person.

"Are you literate?" Big Eleven sat on the big rock beside him and asked.

"Tsk," Uncle Zhu was very dissatisfied with his question, "Don't talk about literacy, Uncle Zhu and I can even write poetry!"

"Eh?—" Big Eleven intentionally made a surprised expression, glanced at Uncle Zhu, and then pretended to praise: "Isn't that amazing."

"I thought you were only capable of getting drunk and going crazy." Big Eleven said again.

"Stop looking down on people!" Uncle Zhu spit out the grass in his mouth, jumped up, and kicked Big Eleven again.

But was dodged by Big Eleven.

"It's not really a kick," Da Shi laughed and stood still, the two of them were two steps away, "I thought I was going to be tricked again."

"For the sake of you saying you want to buy me wine." Uncle Zhu said coldly, and then lay back on the ground again.

"What's the matter?" Uncle Zhu asked casually, "It's definitely not a good thing."

"A nobleman just came here," Da Shi said, "asked me to help with something, and gave me a generous reward."

"Isn't that good?" Uncle Candle said.

He is not interested in those, as long as there is wine.

"I think she's unusual," Da Shi said, and then turned to look at Uncle Zhu with an unprecedented seriousness, "You know, I don't have any other skills, but I'm pretty good at judging people."

"And then?" Uncle Zhu was not interested, he only cared about his wine.

"I want to talk to her," Da Shi said, "I always feel that she is unusual."

"What do you want to do?" Uncle Zhu asked, "What can you do?"

Uncle Zhu's contemptuous laughter drove Big Eleven crazy.

"Look at what she wants to do," Big Eleven gritted his teeth at Uncle Zhu, "I just feel that way, I have to wait and see."

"Then what is your purpose in telling me this?" Uncle Zhu clicked his tongue again, "Is it just to listen to your inexplicable words?"

"Remember that little girl we met before?" Big Eleven asked suddenly.

"Who?" Uncle Zhu asked back.

"It's the one who was treading water in the river that time," said Big Eleven. "You saw it at the time, and you said that the kid was out of his mind."

"Oh, you are talking about Princess Ruyi." Uncle Zhu suddenly realized, thought for a while, and then laughed again, "You don't regret now that you didn't strike up a conversation with her at that time, do you?"

Big Eleven shook his head.

He doesn't like her, too mature, too out of proportion to her age.

wily.

"Since that's the case, why are you mentioning her again?" Uncle Zhu asked, "Do you want to catch up with me? That was just more than half a year ago."

Dashi told Sheng Fengxue that he knew Princess Ruyi because he had seen Princess Ruyi with his own eyes, although he only found out about her identity later.

At that time, Princess Ruyi was not accompanied by any palace attendants.

"I told you at the time, isn't that little girl extraordinary?" Big Eleven asked, "I remember you weren't drinking at that time."

"I didn't drink it," Uncle Zhu said with confidence, spreading his hands, "I don't have money, I can't afford it."

"The nobleman who came to see me today is even more powerful than Princess Ruyi," Da Shi said excitedly, clenching his fists quietly, "I can feel it, that feeling is very strong."

"I saw a man in black with a white mask by chance before, and he gave me the same feeling as this nobleman today," Da Shi said again, "I checked later, and he is a very famous man in the capital. , Your Majesty Jun Yi who is highly regarded by His Majesty the Emperor and His Highness the former Crown Prince."

"Lord Jun Yi?!" Uncle Zhu was surprised, and his tone increased.

"Why, you know him?" Big Eleven was surprised by his performance.

abnormal.

"...No," Uncle Zhu sighed and lowered his head, "I've heard of it."

"It's such a powerful person!" Uncle Zhu added.

Big Eleven nodded in agreement.

"Are you going to check his identity too?" Uncle Zhu asked, "Is this the nobleman you met today?"

Big Eleven shook his head.

"I don't like to pry into other people's privacy," said Big Eleven, "especially women."

"The person who came to see you today is a woman?" Uncle Zhu was very surprised, pretending to be very curious and asked: "What kind of woman is it?"

Big Eleven described Sheng Fengxue's age, appearance and figure.

Uncle Zhu is sure that he has never seen such a person.

"I need your help," Big Eleven said, "Perhaps, maybe it's something big to do."

"...Okay, okay," Uncle Zhu hesitated for a moment, "Remember to buy me wine."

"As you said, it's good wine!" Uncle Zhu added.

"Of course!" Big Eleven smiled.

"Deal." Uncle Zhu stood up and patted the dirt on his body.

The eyes covered by the knotted hair have changed...

(End of this chapter)