Mo Yizhi sat on a big rock, put the vegetable bowl aside, took a bite of a coarse multi-grain steamed bun, and then took a sip of the cold rice soup from the bowl.

The Sixth Prince stood in the distance. It was his first time watching recruit training, but he never expected to see such a scene.

He pointed in the direction of Mo Yizhi and looked at Sun Quanzhen with some surprise: "She..."

Sun Quan really looked at the thin figure sitting on the big rock, eating cold steamed buns, drinking cold rice soup, and half a bowl of vegetable soup beside him, and sighed: "This child is having a hard time."

The sixth prince's white jade-like hands under his fox fur cloak were clenched tightly, his brows were furrowed, and he spoke with gritted teeth: "Has she always been like this?"

He couldn't believe it.

I can't believe that Mo Yizhi, who is cold, indifferent and even a little dull, lives like this on weekdays. Isn't she the only son of General Mo Qi?

Sun Quan shook his head: "No."

After hearing this, the Sixth Prince thought to himself, indeed, he is the legitimate son of General Mo. Even if he has no official title, he should not live such a miserable life.

But Sun Quanzhen said next: "Your Highness may not understand the hardships of marching and fighting. Although this kid Yizhi is only fifteen years old, he has been fighting with the general for many years.

When she was young, she was on the verge of life and death many times on the battlefield. Many times we thought she would not be able to survive, but this child seemed to have a strong force in her body that supported her until now.

And it’s already good to be able to eat steamed buns and drink a bowl of rice soup in peace like now.”

The Sixth Prince's fists clenched tighter and tighter. Listening to Sun Quan Zhen's words, it seemed as if he really saw Mo Yizhi, a young man galloping on the battlefield, seriously injured and difficult to treat, with his life hanging by a thread but still standing strong. There was an inexplicable pain in his heart.

.

The cold wind in March and the ice particles picked up by the wind were blowing on my face, which was a bit painful.

The sixth prince's attendants held up oil-paper umbrellas for him to cover him from the snow particles.

The sixth prince looked at Mo Yizhi sitting on the big rock in the distance. His fair skin was turned red by the wind. For some reason, an unknown fire rushed up. He knocked the oil-paper umbrella from the guard's hand with a wave of his hand and turned around with a flick of his sleeves.

go.

The frail figure of the Sixth Prince in the tent in the camp could not be dispelled from his mind. He shook his head vigorously, what was wrong with him, but he had only seen her a few times, why did he care so much?

she.

Seeing her smile made him happy, but seeing her weak in the cold wind made him feel inexplicably irritable.

The sixth prince touched his heart and wondered why it hurt.

Mo Yizhi is like a lake that is stable and quiet, but bottomless. The glistening blue water seems to have great attraction, and people always want to go closer and explore, and people want to explore the depth of the lake.

What is hidden in the bottomless, calm blue water?

He lifted up the thin quilt on the bed, and the "eye mask" was still buried under the quilt, just like when he accidentally discovered this unexpected thing when the bedding was delivered.

He took the "eye mask" in his hand and looked at it. The plain white cotton cloth had been washed very soft and had small burrs. He smelled it slightly when he got closer, and there was still her breath on it.

The sixth prince was very hesitant. He didn't know what to do with her, and he didn't know whether to write a letter and tell the person in the capital everything about her.

He suddenly didn't want to do that. Mo Yizhi sat on a big rock, put the vegetable bowl aside, took a bite of a coarse multi-grain steamed bun, and then took a sip of the cold rice soup from the bowl.

The Sixth Prince stood in the distance. It was his first time watching recruit training, but he never expected to see such a scene.

He pointed in the direction of Mo Yizhi and looked at Sun Quanzhen with some surprise: "She..."

Sun Quan really looked at the thin figure sitting on the big rock, eating cold steamed buns, drinking cold rice soup, and half a bowl of vegetable soup beside him, and sighed: "This child is having a hard time."

The sixth prince's white jade-like hands under his fox fur cloak were clenched tightly, his brows were furrowed, and he spoke with gritted teeth: "Has she always been like this?"

He couldn't believe it.

I can't believe that Mo Yizhi, who is cold, indifferent and even a little dull, lives like this on weekdays. Isn't she the only son of General Mo Qi?

Sun Quan shook his head: "No."

After hearing this, the Sixth Prince thought to himself, indeed, he is the legitimate son of General Mo. Even if he has no official title, he should not live such a miserable life.

But Sun Quanzhen said next: "Your Highness may not understand the hardships of marching and fighting. Although this kid Yizhi is only fifteen years old, he has been fighting with the general for many years.

When she was young, she was on the verge of life and death many times on the battlefield. Many times we thought she would not be able to survive, but this child seemed to have a strong force in her body that supported her until now.

And it’s already good to be able to eat steamed buns and drink a bowl of rice soup in peace like now.”

The Sixth Prince's fists clenched tighter and tighter. Listening to Sun Quan Zhen's words, it seemed as if he really saw Mo Yizhi, a young man galloping on the battlefield, seriously injured and difficult to treat, with his life hanging by a thread but still standing strong. There was an inexplicable pain in his heart.

.

The cold wind in March and the ice particles picked up by the wind were blowing on my face, which was a bit painful.

The sixth prince's attendants held up oil-paper umbrellas for him to cover him from the snow particles.

The sixth prince looked at Mo Yizhi sitting on the big rock in the distance. His fair skin was turned red by the wind. For some reason, an unknown fire rushed up. He knocked the oil-paper umbrella from the guard's hand with a wave of his hand and turned around with a flick of his sleeves.

go.

The frail figure of the Sixth Prince in the tent in the camp could not be dispelled from his mind. He shook his head vigorously, what was wrong with him, but he had only seen her a few times, why did he care so much?

she.

Seeing her smile made him happy, but seeing her weak in the cold wind made him feel inexplicably irritable.

The sixth prince touched his heart and wondered why it hurt.

Mo Yizhi is like a lake that is stable and quiet, but bottomless. The glistening blue water seems to have great attraction, and people always want to go closer and explore, and people want to explore the depth of the lake.

What is hidden in the bottomless, calm blue water?

He lifted up the thin quilt on the bed, and the "eye mask" was still buried under the quilt, just like when he accidentally discovered this unexpected thing when the bedding was delivered.

He took the "eye mask" in his hand and looked at it. The plain white cotton cloth had been washed very soft and had small burrs. He smelled it slightly when he got closer, and there was still her breath on it.

The sixth prince was very hesitant. He didn't know what to do with her, and he didn't know whether to write a letter and tell the person in the capital everything about her.
Chapter completed!