After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Yikong finished speaking and observed Yan Mobai's reaction.

He didn't look surprised, shocked, or displeased at all, as if he was asking him to do something very ordinary.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

Then he went to the wall to get a shoulder pole, picked up two empty buckets, and walked towards the toilet.

Yikong looked at him and said nothing.

Yan Mobai carried the bucket to the back of the toilet, put down the shoulder pole, picked up the dung scoop leaning against the outer wall of the toilet, and slowly scooped the manure water from the dung pit into the bucket.

When Prince An came to the backyard, he happened to see this scene.

Shocked: "You...what are you doing?"

Yikong and Yan Mobai turned their heads towards the sound.

Everyone was surprised to see it was him.

"Why is His Royal Highness Prince An here again?" Yikong frowned.

Prince An pointed at Yan Mobai and said, "Come find him."

Yan Mobai paused while holding the dung scoop: "But what happened?"

I made a special trip to Zixia Mountain to find him.

Seeing that he suddenly became serious, Prince An waved his hands and said with a smile, "No, no, I saw you and Guard Lan riding past at the city gate, and I called you but you didn't hear me, so I thought you should come here, so I came here."

Yan Mobai felt a little relieved and continued with his actions, his eyes slightly lowered: "What's the matter?"

"Well, I have something to tell you." Prince An said.

Yan Mobai glanced at him and nodded: "Wait until I finish my work."

Prince An took a few steps closer and suddenly felt the smell was a bit strong. He raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose and frowned: "Why are you doing this? Where is Guard Lan?"

This time it was not Yan Mobai's turn to answer, Yikong spoke first.

"The boy surnamed Lan is cooking. What's wrong with this job? Can't he do it? How does Your Highness Prince An think the vegetables he eats every day grow?"

King An: "..."

He had already experienced this old man's mouth when he came to take Ning Miao last time.

That shows no mercy to him as a prince.

"If you want him to hurry up, you can help. There is a dung scoop over there." Yikong said to King An.

Prince An wanted to say that he was not in such a hurry and could wait. He could definitely wait.

But seeing that Yan Mobai didn't say anything, and that someone like him could do it, if he despised it, it would be a bit...

Then he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve pocket, and then took out the string of his purse, tied it to the two corners of the handkerchief, making a veil, which he wore on his face to cover his mouth and nose.

Then he went forward and took another dung scoop and helped to scoop it up.

Yikong looked at the two people, one in white clothes as white as snow, the other in black clothes as dark as ink. Both of them were dressed in gorgeous clothes, spotless. You scooped and I scooped, scooping manure water into two buckets.

After looking at it for a while, he raised his eyebrows and stepped forward: "Forget it, forget it, just leave it here for now. It's not suitable to fertilize it in the middle of the day. It's better to do it at dusk."

King An: "..."

Pausing his actions, King An couldn't help but ask him, "So, Master Yikong didn't know that it was not suitable to apply fertilizer at noon before, and he just found out about it?"

"I forgot about it in my excitement when I saw the rare young and strong laborers coming." Yikong replied.

Prince An was speechless.

Yan Mobai smiled slightly.

He knew very well that Yikong did it on purpose.

Deliberately making things difficult for him.

Rather than a difficulty, it is more of a test or an examination.

Yan Mobai and Prince An came to the stone table under the banyan tree in the front yard, lifted their robes and sat facing each other.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Yan Mobai asked.

Prince An looked at him.

Yikong brought a teapot and two bowls and placed them on the stone table in front of the two of them.

"I don't have any fine tea here, only the coarse tea that I grow and make myself. If you want to drink it, just pour it yourself."

"Thank you." The two said in unison.

Yikong glanced at the two of them, turned around and left, going about his own business.

Yan Mobai picked up the teapot, poured tea into two bowls, pushed one bowl in front of Prince An, then picked up his own bowl, brought it to his lips and took a sip.

The light green tea tastes delicious and leaves a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth. It is a coarse tea, but it also has a stronger flavor.

Prince An did not drink it, but held the tea bowl in his hands to warm his hands.

Although the weather was fine and the sun was shining brightly, the temperature was low and they were sitting under a tree, out of the sun, so they were still a little cold.

"I heard that we are of the same year. Who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother?" Prince An suddenly asked.

Yan Mobai raised his eyes and looked at him.

Prince An laughed again and said, "I think you should be the elder brother and I should be the younger brother, because I was born at the end of December, the very end of the year, so it is unlikely that you are younger than me."

Yan Mobai nodded: "Yes, I am March."

He didn't know exactly when he was born.

His mother never told him, and he never asked his mother.

His mother only mentioned it when she was scolding him: I shouldn't have given birth to you, you are a bad thing, it has never snowed in March, and it snowed so heavily when you were born, do you think you are a bad thing? I should have let you freeze to death in the snow, I shouldn't have picked you up again!

So, he knew that he was born in March.

"Then I should call you Fourth Brother, and you call me Fifth Brother." Prince An said.

Yan Mobai glanced at him, put the tea bowl in his hand on the table, and did not respond to him directly.

"You came here specially, aren't you here to meet my brother?"

Prince An laughed: "You really came to recognize your brother."

Yan Mobai also curled his lips.

He naturally didn't believe it.

He knew he had something else to say.

Sure enough, after a pause, Prince An said, "I also wanted to have a frank talk with you."

"Yeah." Yan Mobai nodded slightly.

Prince An picked up the bowl and took a sip of tea.

The tea from the mountains was too strong, so strong that it was somewhat bitter, and he was not used to it.

Just hold it in your hands.

"I know that the throne of the Eastern Palace will definitely belong to Fourth Brother," he said.

Yan Mobai looked at him.

Prince An also looked at him and said, "I came here to tell Fourth Brother that I have no interest in that position. I have never had any interest in it. When Second Brother and Third Brother were fighting for it, I had no interest in it."

Yan Mobai knew he hadn't finished speaking yet, so he kept silent.

Prince An continued, "Before, I played dumb, loved to show off, loved to win credit, and was willing to be used by others, just to make everyone think that I was a fool, that everything was written on my face, and that I was nothing to be afraid of."

"You're the first person to see that I was pretending."

Last time, this man disguised himself and went to see him to talk to him about how to deal with King Ning.

When the man saw him, the first thing he said was: I know you are pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

"What Fourth Brother said that day was not right. To be exact, it was half right and half wrong. I was playing the pig, but I didn't do it to eat the tiger. I just wanted to protect myself."

"Isn't it good to be a comfortable prince? Why do you have to sit on that high throne? If you are not careful, you will be doomed. I just want to be a leisurely king."

"But I know that as a prince, even if I don't want that high position, I will definitely be involved in disputes. Even if I don't want to fight for it, I will definitely be targeted."

"There are many examples of fathers and sons turning against each other and brothers killing each other for that prince. I have no intention of being in a high position, but I also don't want to be killed. So, I can only play dumb. I just want to stay alive."