I don't know why, but I saw the desolation or indifference on Mo Yizhi's face, the slight frown between his eyebrows.

He always hopes to put a smile on her face.

Even if it's just that subtle smile.

Hearing that he could stay in Zizhou for a few days before returning to the capital, Mo Yizhi asked: "Is that okay?"

The Sixth Prince smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Mo Yizhi laughed.

Towards evening, the prince's honor guard also entered Zizhou Mansion and moved into the post house.

The accompanying guards came to the inn.

At that time, Mo Yizhi and the Sixth Prince were studying the ring on Mo Yizhi's hand.

Seeing the guards coming, Mo Yizhi stood up and avoided them.

The sixth prince waved his hand: "Azhi, sit down." He turned to look at the guard: "Has everything been arranged?"

"Yes, the prefect of Zizhou wants to hold a banquet to welcome His Highness, but I don't know how His Highness will arrange it, so I don't dare to reply without permission."

The sixth prince thought for a while: "The governor of Zizhou...but that Lu Mingde?"

The guard replied: "It's Lu Mingde."

"The team will stay in Zizhou for supplies. After three days, we will set off back to the capital. Tell Lu Mingde that there is no need to hold a banquet. It is better than anything else to let the king handle the things that need to be done."

The sixth prince's voice was calm, but his words contained the majesty of a superior.

The guard responded in a low voice: "Yes...it's just that His Highness won't move to the post house?"

The Sixth Prince waved his hand: "I have my own sense of proportion."

The guard did not dare to say anything and bowed and retreated.

Along the way, the Sixth Prince asked Mo Yizhi to help organize the slips. On the surface, it seemed that Mo Yizhi was helping him.

But Mo Yizhi understood that he was actually letting himself know the situation in the city.

Although he didn't say anything important just now, the Sixth Prince did not shy away from Mo Yizhi's presence.

If you are someone else, maybe you should be grateful for the Sixth Prince's trust.

But this matter about Mo Yizhi made her feel a little on pins and needles.

What does he want from himself? Mo Yizhi asked himself.

…

The morning sun is warm and bright.

Mo Yizhi, who was used to getting up early, wanted to go for a walk in the city, but when he opened the door, he happened to see the sixth prince opening the door and walking out of the room.

Both of them were startled for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled.

"Azhi, would you like to go out for a walk with me?"

Mo Yizhi nodded: "Okay."

There is no hustle and bustle during the day, and the streets in the early morning are empty and quiet.

The "rustling" sound of street sweeping.

The white bean juice is steaming.

The steamed buns are steaming freshly out of the cage.

The wontons and noodles on the street stalls are fragrant.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then walked to the noodle stall and started cooking.

The noodle maker is a middle-aged lady with a fair and plump face and a warm smile: "What do you two guests want to eat?"

"What would Ah Zhi want to eat?" the Sixth Prince asked Mo Yizhi.

"Let's eat noodles."

"Two bowls of noodles." The sixth prince smiled at his eldest sister.

"Okay, wait a minute, you two."

While cooking the noodles, the eldest sister asked with a smile: "Where did you two come from?"

Mo Yizhi didn't say anything, and the sixth prince smiled and asked, "How do you know, eldest sister, that we are not locals?"

The eldest sister smiled and said: "I have been running a noodle stall in Zizhou City for more than ten years. Everyone in Zizhou City looks familiar when they come and go, but the two of them look unfamiliar, and...

The gentleman’s demeanor is not like that of people here.”

The eldest sister quickly took out the cooked noodles, added a few slices of beef, a spoonful of broth, and a few green onions floating on the surface. It looked very pleasing to the eye.
Chapter completed!