"That's good. Your trip won't be in vain. This trip will allow you to experience the folk customs of different places and help broaden your horizons."
The man smiled and introduced the people at the main table: "I almost forgot, this is my nephew Maoer, he came with me today to join in the fun."
Everyone: “…”
Very good, my heart is finally at peace.
You have to know that the man in front of them is not simple.
He was a third-rank official at the Dali Temple, and no one dared to offend him because of his official position, not to mention that he had another identity behind him, that is, the eldest brother of the current queen.
The only children who could call him uncle were the Crown Prince and the Seventh Prince.
The crown prince’s age is not right, but the seventh prince is just right.
In addition, the man said the word "Mao", so it must be the seventh prince Liu Mao.
The dean was horrified. How could such a person appear at his party?
How can he be so virtuous...
The dean stood up suddenly and was about to say something when he was stopped by the man in the main seat.
"Old Zhou, all of you sit down. This kid insisted on coming out with me, and now no one knows about it. If you guys make a big fuss, I won't be able to explain myself then."
As soon as he said this, the people at the table were afraid of bad things happening, so they all sat down obediently.
The prefect even called over the servants standing by and said, "Come here, put the chairs and bowls next to the distinguished guest."
"yes."
The servant didn't know the identity of the visitor, but he was afraid that the prefect would treat him like this, fearing that something might go wrong.
Only after I had carefully arranged the tables, chairs and tableware did I breathe a sigh of relief.
The prefect immediately waved away the servants nearby, "Everyone, please leave. Do not come forward unless you are summoned."
The servants immediately obeyed and retreated.
The prefect then dared to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and whispered, "Seventh, Seventh Prince?"
Liu Mao nodded with a smile, "That's me."
The prefect looked around cautiously and said, "I am sorry for not welcoming you from afar. I hope Your Highness will forgive me. Now is not the best time for me to pay my respects to you. Please wait for a moment. We will go to another place to talk later."
Liu Mao waved his hand nonchalantly, "No need, you don't need to care about these false formalities when you are away from home, just treat me as an ordinary guest, today I am just a young generation coming out to have a feast with my uncle."
"Yes, yes, yes." The dean said carefully, "Please feel free to do as you please. Please forgive me if there is any inadequacy in the hospitality."
Lord Wei saw how frightened the few people were and quickly broke the awkward atmosphere.
"Okay, if you continue to be so cautious, it will be easier for people to see through you. If something goes wrong, it will be even harder for you to explain."
Lord Wei felt that what he said was very good, and it would help them relax as quickly as possible and not be so tense when facing their uncle and nephew.
But the few people didn't think so. When Lord Wei said this, they felt like they were being held back.
This is neither relaxing nor not relaxing.
Relax completely. What if Your Highness feels that they don't respect him?
But they have been serving so carefully, and the people present are all shrewd people. If they discover the true identity of the Seventh Prince, it will be really bad.
Liu Mao was no longer in the mood to care what others were thinking. He had been having fun in the county all morning and was already starving.
He couldn't help but smell the aroma of some dishes on the table.
Liu Mao picked up the chopsticks and picked it up.
As soon as he took the first bite, his eyes widened in surprise.
How is this done?
It’s even more delicious than what the imperial chef in the palace makes.
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