However, it is understandable that they think this way. People die for wealth and birds die for food. Mo Yizhi made this suggestion back then. It was also his suggestion that the Yu camp and other camps should be treated better than ordinary military camps.

She also knew at that time that for these people, the temptation of honor alone was not big enough to inspire everyone to make rapid progress, so she set up superior treatment.

Seeing Mo Yizhi choking, Sun Wu patted her behind with his thick palm: "Brother Yizhi, what's wrong with you?"

The empty door behind is a taboo for martial artists. Mo Yi wanted to avoid it, but he heard Sun Wu say "Ah!"

Mo Yizhi turned around and saw that it was the sixth prince holding Sun Wu's wrist.

On the surface, it looked like it was just a gentle squeeze, but seeing the sweat on Sun Wu's painful forehead, Mo Yizhi knew that the Sixth Prince had used secret strength.

Mo Yizhi stood up without leaving a trace, seemingly gently, but his hand directly touched the numb hole on the sixth prince's arm. The sixth prince had no choice but to avoid it and let go of his hand.

Sun Wu held his wrist and grinned in pain. Just as he was about to speak, he was pulled aside by the monkey, "Brother Yizhi, we have finished eating and go back first."

Mo Yizhi nodded, but looked at the sixth prince and said nothing.

General Mo and the others were standing in the distance talking, and there were originally only three people in this corner, namely her and Sun Wu Houhou. Now that those two people left, only Mo Yizhi and the Sixth Prince were left looking at each other.

.

The Sixth Prince looked displeased and stared at her with a frown, but she still had the same calm expression as before. You can be angry or angry, but her expression has nothing to do with me.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Mo Yizhi wanted to go back to the tent to rest early, so he took two uneaten steamed buns and said to the Sixth Prince: "If Your Highness has nothing to say, I will take my leave now."

Before the sixth prince could agree, he turned around and left.

The Sixth Prince did not stop him. He stood there and looked at the thin back of General Mo, who was holding two grain steamed buns in his hands and bowing to General Mo. In the end, no matter how angry he was, he just sighed and dissipated without a trace.

…

The night wind was cold and cool, and a fire pot had been lit in the camp. The light from the fire was dim but made people's shadows very long.

The Sixth Prince strolled a few steps behind Mo Yinzhi. As he watched her walk by, many soldiers would say hello to her.

The older ones would call her "Brother Yi," and the younger ones would call her "Brother Yi."

And she would nod lightly in response. When she met the veteran beside General Mo, Mo Yizhi would also hold the steamed buns and hug his fists.

The more the Sixth Prince came into contact with Mo Yizhi, the more he felt that he could not see through her and what kind of woman she was.

The women in the capital are all either delicate or charming, with coquettish voices and charming eyes.

He used to only know that his eldest brother had always had someone in his heart. When he learned that the person his eldest brother had cared about all these years was Mo Yizhi, the eldest son of General Mo Qi, his jaw almost dropped.

Because he thought that his eldest brother, the current eldest prince, was a broken sleeve...

He hesitated for a long time, thought about many reasons, and wanted to talk to his elder brother to let him understand that cutting off sleeves is wrong, not feasible, not acceptable, and will not lead to results...

But when the sixth prince Fang Yi explained his intention, his eldest brother sighed.

He said: "Mo Yizhi is born as a daughter." However, it is understandable that they think so. People die for wealth and birds die for food. When Mo Yizhi made this suggestion, the Yu camp and other camps were treated better than ordinary military camps.

The first class was also his suggestion.

She also knew at that time that for these people, the temptation of honor alone was not big enough to inspire everyone to make rapid progress, so she set up superior treatment.

Seeing Mo Yizhi choking, Sun Wu patted her behind with his thick palm: "Brother Yizhi, what's wrong with you?"

The empty door behind is a taboo for martial artists. Mo Yi wanted to avoid it, but he heard Sun Wu say "Ah!"

Mo Yizhi turned around and saw that it was the sixth prince holding Sun Wu's wrist.

On the surface, it looked like it was just a gentle squeeze, but seeing the sweat on Sun Wu's painful forehead, Mo Yizhi knew that the Sixth Prince had used secret strength.

Mo Yizhi stood up without leaving a trace, seemingly gently, but his hand directly touched the numb hole on the sixth prince's arm. The sixth prince had no choice but to avoid it and let go of his hand.

Sun Wu held his wrist and grinned in pain. Just as he was about to speak, he was pulled aside by the monkey, "Brother Yizhi, we have finished eating and go back first."

Mo Yizhi nodded, but looked at the sixth prince and said nothing.

General Mo and the others were standing in the distance talking, and there were originally only three people in this corner, namely her and Sun Wu Houhou. Now that those two people left, only Mo Yizhi and the Sixth Prince were left looking at each other.

.

The Sixth Prince looked displeased and stared at her with a frown, but she still had the same calm expression as before. You can be angry or angry, but her expression has nothing to do with me.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Mo Yizhi wanted to go back to the tent to rest early, so he took two uneaten steamed buns and said to the Sixth Prince: "If Your Highness has nothing to say, I will take my leave now."

Before the sixth prince could agree, he turned around and left.

The Sixth Prince did not stop him. He stood there and looked at the thin back of General Mo, who was holding two grain steamed buns in his hands and bowing to General Mo. In the end, no matter how angry he was, he just sighed and dissipated without a trace.

…

The night wind was cold and cool, and a fire pot had been lit in the camp. The light from the fire was dim but made people's shadows very long.

The Sixth Prince strolled a few steps behind Mo Yinzhi. As he watched her walk by, many soldiers would say hello to her.

The older ones would call her "Brother Yi," and the younger ones would call her "Brother Yi."

And she would nod lightly in response. When she met the veteran beside General Mo, Mo Yizhi would also hold the steamed buns and hug his fists.

The more the Sixth Prince came into contact with Mo Yizhi, the more he felt that he could not see through her and what kind of woman she was.

The women in the capital are all either delicate or charming, with coquettish voices and charming eyes.

He used to only know that his eldest brother had always had someone in his heart. When he learned that the person his eldest brother had cared about all these years was Mo Yizhi, the eldest son of General Mo Qi, his jaw almost dropped.

Because he thought that his eldest brother, the current eldest prince, was a broken sleeve...

He hesitated for a long time, thought about many reasons, and wanted to talk to his elder brother to let him understand that cutting off sleeves is wrong, not feasible, not acceptable, and will not lead to results...

But when the sixth prince Fang Yi explained his intention, his eldest brother sighed.
Chapter completed!