Chương 344: The Prince of Wu Estate (1)

Drip, drip, drip…

The sun rose from the east, and a light drizzle quietly fell on the roofs at the end of summer and early autumn of the tenth year of Xuanhong.

Ye Jingtang opened the oil-paper umbrella and covered the head of the person in his arms. The fluffy bird was curled up in front of him, and the human and the bird were sleeping soundly.

Last night, he had drunk, practiced martial arts, and chatted with Dumdum on the roof.

He had talked about his daily life in Red River Town, from practicing martial arts three times a day to going out alone to walk the bird and fish to the girls and young women hiding everywhere like wolves and tigers until he was 18 years old.