Mo Yitong and Yue Liankun stood up at the same time and happily said, "Quickly prepare the horses."
In the back garden of Prince Anxi's mansion, Prince Anxi was sitting on a stone bench in plain clothes, and a black-clothed man was sitting by his side.
Mo Yitong and Yue Liankun secretly sat on the wall behind the man in black, listening attentively to the conversation below.
"Prince Anxi really wants this inkstone? What's the use of it?" Jiao Jun drank his tea. His eyes were slightly narrowed and his long eyelashes hung down, casting a shadow over him. Mo Yitong had to admit that although Jiao Jun was not a good person, he was indeed exceedingly beautiful.
"Ho ho, I heard that this black rice dumpling is as black as ink and it is shaped like a dumpling. It can make people forget the tr
