Mo Yanchi, getting on in years, didn’t really eat sweets much.
But the pastries Bai Zhi’er asked him to taste were quite flavorful.
The little one was thoughtful, having Qingmei bring over those that weren’t overly sweet.
Each carried a faint fragrance.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes: "Master, what do you want to teach Zhi’er?"
Mo Yanchi, hearing her ask proactively, quickly set down his teacup and enthusiastically retorted, "What do you want to learn?"
Mind you, as the Six Kingdoms Master, others had to wait for the right moment to consult him.
But now, Mo Yanchi let Bai Zhi’er ask freely.
The little one thought for a moment.
She said, "I want to learn the special skills just like Master!"
Mo Yanchi was thrilled: "What is it? Chess? Strategy? Planning? Or perhaps, policy discussion?"
Bai Zhi’er shook her head, her big eyes blinking, her voice soft and sticky: "I want to disguise as a beggar with Master to test human nature!"
Mo Yanchi almost fell off the stone stool.
He steadied the hairpin on his head.
"This... little disciple, what Master did last time was excusable, nothing worth learning there."
Bai Zhi’er’s long lashes fluttered, dark and sleek.
"There’s something to learn, Master disguised as a beggar to perceive and understand people, isn’t the art of understanding people very important? Zhi’er wants to learn!"
To put it bluntly, the little one wanted to play!
At least going out was more fun than sitting in the pavilion, listening to Mo Yanchi recite those dry texts!
Mo Yanchi thought quietly for a moment.
He actually felt that Bai Zhi’er made some sense.
"Then what does the little disciple want to disguise as? Beggars’ clothes aren’t easy to come by."
Bai Zhi’er almost without hesitation, blinked her sparkling eyes happily: "We’ll disguise as candy-seller peddlers!" Follow current novels on noⅴelfire.net
Mo Yanchi was taken aback: "Huh?!"
Bai Zhi’er acted upon it immediately.
She got up right away, called over Qingmei, and asked her to arrange for preparations.
On the stable street of the Great Chu Capital, an old man appeared selling candy with a little child.
Mo Yanchi’s face was smeared with a bit of black, and after Qingmei’s makeover, he looked like a seasoned old man, rather than the renowned Six Kingdoms Master.
Beside him, Bai Zhi’er, afraid of being recognized, was also wearing an adorable tiger mask.
In both her hands, she clutched sticky sugar figures.
Every so often, she’d turn her head, lift the mask, and take a bite.
She couldn’t be more satisfied!
It was Mo Yanchi’s first time trying out such a role.
He stood a bit restrained behind the stall.
As passersby came and went, occasionally glancing his way, he got a bit nervous.
After all, he had appeared at the Jionglin Banquet before, he wasn’t sure if people would recognize him.
Bai Zhi’er beside him, carefree, quickly finished the two sugar figures.
When the little one reached out again, wanting to grab another.
Mo Yanchi quickly held her little paw.
"Little disciple, you can’t eat any more, we’re here to sell these. If you eat them all, there’ll be none left for others to buy." he said softly.
Bai Zhi’er had no choice but to withdraw her hand, her big eyes under the mask full of regret.
"Master, we’ve been standing here for half an hour and no one has come to buy anything." The little one looked up, her voice soft and sticky.
She blinked her big eyes: "Bring out your beggar demeanor, start calling out! Look at the other side, how lively they’re calling!"
Mo Yanchi looked across the street.
It was a brothel, and during the day, the clean officials who only sold their art, not their bodies, would stand at the entrance waving their kerchiefs—
"Sir, come listen to a tune." "Sir, come watch our Miss Hongxiu’s dance?"
Mo Yanchi turned back, his eyes filled with embarrassment: "Little disciple, that’s not appropriate, it’s not the same as what we’re doing!"