Wei Hechu dressed in an old cloth shirt and dressed up as a farmer in the city, and the sun was not shining, and the light was not good. Wei Hechu had no horses and had to walk back. He walked two kilometers northwest, but after walking for a long time, he did not see Yang Cheng's city wall.

He was so tired that he stopped and prepared to rest on the spot. He leaned under a big tree and looked around. In the open space not far away, Wei Hechu saw wisps of white smoke rising, and there was actually someone in the wilderness!

He quickly set out and walked in that direction. After getting closer, he realized that this was a man-made open space.

In the middle of this small open space, several bamboo poles firmly support a piece of rag. Under the rag, a middle-aged man was putting a handful of thin noodles into the water that was rolling out. This is a noodle stall. There is actually a noodle stall here?!

Wei Hechu became alert. He suddenly slowed down and touched the sword at his waist with his right hand.

His eyes were staring at the boss. He didn't wear much clothes and didn't seem to carry weapons. In this stall, there was no place to hide swords except a big pot, a table, and two benches. Wei Hechu observed around him, and there was no one in the range of sight he could see, and there was nothing suspicious about it.

The stall owner saw Wei Hechu standing not far away and looked around and shouted, "Brother, are you going to have a bowl of noodles?"

The stall owner had a fat face. As soon as he spoke, the flesh around his face trembled with him. From his face, he should be a good person.

After being asked by the stall owner, he felt that his stomach was rumbling, and he happened to be carrying a few copper coins on his body. So Wei Hechu let go of the sword in his hand and lowered his head and walked straight into the stall. The chairs in the stall were neatly arranged. Although there were some cracks, it was obvious that the stall owner had wiped them very cleanly.

He sat in a chair in the corner and looked at the area next to him and behind him.

"Come on the noodles~ be careful to burn~" Not long after, the stall owner put a bowl of steaming noodles on the table. He looked at Wei Hechu with a smile, and kept wiping his hands on the corner of the white clothes.

The stall owner stood aside and watched Wei Hechu take the first bite of noodles and asked carefully, "How is it, is it delicious?"

Wei Hechu nodded, "You are the only one here?" He looked around again and made sure there was no one else around.

"This is a wasteland, how could you set up a stall here?" He looked into his eyes. He was very good at looking at people. No matter who lies, he could see clues from the other party's eyes.

The fat man sighed softly, his arms hanging on both sides of his body. He did not be stunned by the question Wei Hechu suddenly raised, but instead showed a relieved smile. He told Wei Hechu that he met her wife on the way to Yangcheng. "He was here at that time." He recalled, and as he spoke, his face showed a sense of happiness.

"When I met her, she was almost dead. I distributed the dry food on her body and then saved her."

"What about your wife? Is she in the city?" Wei Hechu asked.

The fat man's eyes were a little straight and gradually lowered, and it seemed a bit hurt. "Last year she had a serious illness and couldn't get through it."

The fat man then smiled again, looking very relieved, "I am very grateful to God for letting me go to Yangcheng at that time and met her. I am very glad that there is still some dry food in my luggage to be distributed to her, so I decided to come here to serve a stall to give a bowl of noodles to those who are hungry on the road... It is also a good deed..."

When Wei Hechu asked him if he wanted to keep doing this, the fat man looked at the sky helplessly, "We all know how long it will take for Yang Cheng to start a war with Yucheng... This stall may not last long..."

Wei Hechu felt very uncomfortable when he heard the fat man's words. He was unwilling to go to war with Yucheng. The two countries had a strong capital and were almost inseparable from each other. If it were to say that the two countries occupied a little advantage in Yucheng, the father had been staring at the fat piece of Yucheng for seven or eight years. If it weren't for the old emperor's death, the whole city was in chaos, otherwise he wouldn't have suddenly raised an army to fight at this time.

Wei Hechu knew in his heart that as long as the fight started, it would cause irreparable harm to the people of both countries. He had advised his father countless times not to attack Yucheng, but he never listened to He Chu's words. He always sat on the throne with infinite ambitions. That's right, for an emperor like him, what does the life and death of the people have to do with him...

Thinking of this, Wei Hechu had already entered Yang Cheng. He took off his coat and walked among the crowd. He watched the people of Yang Cheng who were flowing around him. Some of them were holding children and some carrying women. The children were squatting in the corners and laughing and fighting. Seeing this, he felt endless sorrow in his heart, "I am a puppet, and I can't save you..."

"Your Highness!" At this moment, a man in guard clothes ran to Wei Hechu from a distance.

He walked up a few steps forward, and suddenly knelt down on one knee and held the sword in front of him, "I provide you with your Highness Hui Yangcheng!!"

Wei Hechu lowered his eyes and looked at it, ignored it and continued to walk forward. "Do you know the situation in the palace?" His voice was gloomy. I'm afraid that the incident in the imperial city had already spread to the palace, and I don't know what the situation in the palace is now.

He quickly stood up and followed him and replied softly, "Go back to your highness... I know everything. The emperor also told us to take you back to the palace as soon as we see you." The guard walked behind He Chu and vaguely saw some blood in the clothes behind He Chu. "Is Your Highness injured during Yang Cheng during this period?!"

The guard said, Wei Hechu subconsciously touched his back, and it hurt a little, and he was afraid that his wound would crack when he was tired along the way.

When the internal Investigator heard the news, it was not stated that the current emperor and the prince of the previous king were of the same appearance. Until now, Wei Hechu didn't know that the person who fought with him that day was actually Shen Muchen and not Shen Zitian. "Shen Zitian is really good at being good at his skills, and I'm almost dead under his sword."

He straightened his waist, "Fortunately he was treated by a girl to survive." He said this, a faint redness appeared on his face.

"Fortunately the girl did not recognize His Highness, otherwise how could she treat His Highness...."

"No. She knew that I, Yang Chengren, also knew that I was a nobleman, but she didn't know that I was Prince Yang Cheng, but she still let me go." Wei Hechu strode into the palace gate, and the moment he stepped in, his face was filled with joy again.
Chapter completed!