Chapter 736

A carriage drove slowly along the Qingshiban road in Chang'an city. When the wheels rolled over the road, the sound rhythm was slow and drowsy. The driver looked very old, and his beard had spread from his jaw to his chest. The gray on the temples is the trace of years, just like the ring of a big tree. He squinted against the car and looked like he was asleep, but in fact, he was very awake and a little nervous.

He had forgotten how long he had not been nervous.

There is no sign on the carriage, so it should not belong to any famous family. It seems that this is an ordinary carriage through the city. There are at least thousands of such carriages in Chang'an city. Only such a huge city as Chang'an can give rise to an industry such as the carriage through the city. Hundred Li Chang'an, from south to north, from east to west, seems so far away.

It seemed that there were not many people in the carriage, because the young horse didn't show any difficulty. However, it is no wonder that since the emergence of the armored army, the people seem unwilling to move around at will. Although the city is big, everyone has a heavy sense of suffocation. Maybe... No matter how big the prison is, it is still a prison.

The guards of Chang'an yamen patrolled the street and passed by the carriage. The iron lock hanging on their waist made a very clear sound as they walked.

The people in the carriage trembled slightly at the sound.

This is a city carriage. No matter how cold the business is, there are few carriages when there is only one person. Today there are four.

A gentle looking young man is wearing an ordinary Confucian shirt with a white face and white hands. You can't even find any dirt in his fingernails. He sat there reading with his head down and his eyes fixed. He was no different from other literati in the Sui Dynasty. He also hung a gorgeous sword around his waist. People of military origin don't like sword. In their opinion, sword is not a weapon, but an ornament.

The gorgeous scabbard is meaningless, and the thin body of the sword is like a toy on the battlefield.

This is an era when literati hang swords. Wufu... It's better to come with swords.

Martial arts people like the ruggedness of the knife, the edges and corners of the knife, and the unique coldness of the knife.

It can be seen from the law of the great Sui Dynasty that swords are absolutely prohibited. You can only be qualified to hold swords after reporting to the imperial court yamen, such as the escort agency or the sect of the martial arts school, but you are not allowed to appear on the streets of Chang'an with swords. The imperial court did not prohibit swords. In the prosperous age of the Sui Dynasty, poor scholars and your childe on the streets of Chang'an liked to hang a sword around their waist. It seemed that only in this way could they appear that they were not weak people.

Sitting next to the young scholar was a woman who looked like she was going back to her mother's house. She was wearing a blue cotton dress and washed very clean. However, it can be seen from the faint white corner and trouser legs that her life must not be very rich. She has been holding a bamboo basket, holding it very tightly, as if she was afraid of the bamboo basket falling.

I don't know what's in the bamboo basket is baby. It feels like all her possessions are in the bamboo basket.

This is a very ordinary woman. She doesn't look very beautiful. Her face is very clean, her eyebrows are very thin, and her facial features look very marked, but her face is a little square. If her jaw is sharper, her forehead is fuller, and her jawbone is rounder, she may be a beauty that people can't help looking back.

She closed her eyes, lowered her head and held the basket in her arms.

Sitting opposite her is a teenager who seems to be malnourished. His face is not normal. His face should be 17 or 18 years old, but his figure is like a child of 14 or 15 years old. From time to time, he secretly looked at the young woman sitting opposite, as if he was very interested in the things in the young woman's basket.

Sitting next to him seemed to be his sister. They whispered something from time to time. But the conversation was about the weather outside and how long it would take to get to relatives' homes. It can be seen that this sister should rarely go out, so she seems a little cramped.

She also looked at the two people opposite from time to time, because she really didn't know them.

If her skin was not too good, if her hands were not too beautiful, and if she did not look at the natural appearance of everyone, this ordinary dress on her body would certainly cover her identity. However, she is a princess. People with a clear eye must be able to see that her temperament does not match her cheap clothes.

She held a package in her arms and held it very tightly, just as the young woman opposite was holding the basket. If it seemed that the basket was all of the young woman, then the package was all of her.

Some people, even if they wear rags, can't hide her origin.

Of course, there are few such people.

But unfortunately, she is one of the few people.

Conversely, there is a kind of person, even if she wears gorgeous clothes, even if she dresses hard, even if she carries jewelry, even if she sits there motionless and doesn't speak, but if she is an experienced person, she can still see from her performance that she doesn't match her gorgeous clothes.

Therefore, the woman in the carriage was a little uneasy.

Therefore, the little maid who sat by the bed in gorgeous clothes and read with her head down but didn't see a word in the vault of Changchun Garden was also very nervous.

There was a ditch behind the dome house, from which a small eunuch climbed in three times.

There is no fourth time, because he took a man when he went out, climbed out of the smelly ditch with him, drilled through the smellier sewer, and then climbed out of the dump. Although they changed their clothes immediately after they came out, they still seemed to smell a little smelly.

Then the two of them ran to a street, pretending to be careless and sat down in front of a stall selling stuffed soup bags and hot soup noodles. Each ordered a bowl of noodles and a soup bag. It seems that they eat very hard. When they have no appetite at all, they still stuff all the food into their stomach, because they all know when they can eat the next meal.

Just as the young woman drank the last mouthful of hot soup, the boss of the soup bag said intentionally or unintentionally that the carriage through the city was really punctual, and the time passed from here every day had hardly changed.

So they got into the carriage.

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Mu San can be sure that the driver must be the person contacted by Yan Kuang. There is no doubt, because even he and the long princess don't know where to get off, so only the coachman knows. So although he was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his throat, he still forced himself to be calm.

Although the coachman looks a little sleepy and old, he knows that appearance is by no means the correct standard to judge a person's strength.

In order to hide his nervousness, he talked low with the long Princess Yang Qinyan sitting next to him from time to time, and then secretly observed the reactions of the two people opposite. However, it seems that the two people opposite have no interest in their conversation. The scholar is still reading, and the young woman is still holding the basket.

Then Mu San found that the company commander princess was much calmer than he looked. When climbing through the sewer, she could even think of taking off all the ornaments on her body and throwing them away, messing up her hair, and then washed her face with the smelly water, washed away the beautiful eyebrow line and the light powder on her face, and also washed away the fragrance on her body.

She didn't even care about the scratch on her body when she drilled through the hole.

She is taller than Mu San, but she is very thin. But even if a woman is thin, some places are rich.

Therefore, Mu San felt that he had failed. Obviously, he had experienced so many things and had been reused by the general, but how could he be so frustrated that he could not even compare with a princess who had never faced danger! This made him a little annoyed, but when he thought about it, the pressure in his heart was much lighter.

The carriage went straight West.

Mu San knew that this was to avoid the armored army camp. Most of the armored army were arranged in Taiji palace and Changchun Garden. There were almost no armored army in the west city. After all, only 5000 people remained, and Chang'an city was too big.

In this way, it shook in the carriage for two hours. When the sun had moved slowly from the center to the west, the carriage finally stopped slowly. As soon as Mu San was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a cry outside.

"Everybody get off! Check!"

Mu San's heart tightened fiercely and subconsciously looked at the long Princess Yang Qinyan. Then he saw the fear in her eyes and a slight tremor in her shoulder. Then, Mu San heard the coachman's husky voice urging: "the official wants to check. You all come down quickly."

This second, Mu San even suspected that the coachman was not his own.

Then he saw that the young scholar got out of the car naturally. The long sword was horizontal on the door so that he didn't go down three times. Then he remembered to look back and turn the long sword along. His face still looked so silly.

Next came the young woman, holding the basket, with a cautious look, which made people think she might collapse at any time.

Mu San winked at the long princess, meaning that you don't come down first. I'll go out and have a look. After this wink, Mu San suddenly felt a sense of pride. It's just that he felt a little soft when he got off the bus.

After getting off the bus, Mu San was stabbed in his eyes by the outside sun. He rubbed it and found that the carriage blocked was not the armored army. Then he was relieved. Then he saw a yamen come and grab the basket in the young woman's hand and throw it on the ground. Then, more than half of the eggs in the basket were broken.

Mu San was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but want to swear.

So nervous, it's just a basket of eggs?!

At this time, he suddenly noticed that the old man who drove the car looked at the Yamen servant strangely. He thought for a while and realized that his eyes were... Pity.

"I've never had any extravagant habit, but I like to eat a boiled egg every morning, so I've calculated the days and prepared the amount of food along the way... Do you know how much crime I've committed?"

He heard the young woman say such a sentence in a cold tone.

Then he saw the old driver flash back, as if afraid of splashing blood. The young scholar with the sword stepped back three steps and blocked his eyes with the book.

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The carriage slowly arrived at the city gate. The old man who drove the carriage handed a token to the city gate keeper, and then said in a low voice that several prisoners had been secretly executed. They had just been pulled out of the Changchun Garden and couldn't show up. They were all big people. The gatekeeper avoided the old man like a plague God. After throwing the token to him, he waved to the gatekeeper to let him go.

Mu San looked at the young woman sitting opposite with half a basket of eggs in her arms in surprise, and then hid in fear. The smell in the carriage is worse, not because of him and the long princess, but because there are many people in the carriage... Many dead people.

At this time, he suddenly felt his back cold. Subconsciously, he raised his head and looked at the young woman opposite. He found that the young woman was also looking at him. When Mu San saw the young woman's eyes, he trembled and dared not look at the second eye again.

The young woman's eyes... There are no black eyes. They are all white, like flawless white jade.