A carriage drove slowly along the bluestone road in Chang'an City. The sound of the wheels rolling over the road was so slow that it made people drowsy. The driver looked quite old, his beard had spread from his chin to his chest. The graying on the temples is the trace of time, just like the annual rings of a big tree, it can't deceive people. He squinted and leaned against the carriage, looking as if he had fallen asleep, but in fact he was extremely awake at this time, sober that he was a little nervous.
He had forgotten how long he hadn't 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 horse-drawn carriage that goes through the city. There are at least a thousand such carriages in Chang'an City. Only a huge city like Chang'an can generate an industry like horse-drawn carriages through the city. Chang'an, a hundred miles away, seems so far away from south to north and from east to west.
There seemed to be not many people in the carriage, because the ragged horses pulling the carriage did not show any effort. But it's no wonder that since the appearance of the Iron Armored Army, the common people seem to be unwilling to walk around at will. Although this city is big, everyone has a heavy sense of oppression in their hearts, maybe... no matter how big the prison is, it is still a prison.
The guards of the Chang'an Government Yamen patrolled the street and the carriage passed by, and the iron locks on their waists made a very clear sound as they walked.
The people in the carriage couldn't help trembling slightly when they heard the voice.
This is a horse-drawn carriage through the city. No matter how deserted the business is, there is rarely a time when there is only one person in a carriage. Today there are four.
A gentle-looking young man, wearing an ordinary Confucian shirt, with a clean face and clean hands, you can't even find a little dirt in his fingernails. He sat there reading a book with his head down, his eyes fixed on him. He was no different from other literati in the Sui Dynasty, and he also had a magnificent sword hanging from his waist. People with military backgrounds don't like swords. In their view, swords are not weapons at all, but decorations.
The gorgeous scabbard is meaningless, and the thin blade of the sword breaks like a toy on the battlefield.
This is an era when literati hang their swords, and martial arts... it's better to use a sword.
Warriors like the roughness of the sword, the edges and corners of the sword, and the unique coldness of the sword.
From the laws of the Sui Dynasty, it can be seen that knives are absolutely prohibited, unless it is like an escort agency or a martial arts sect, and they are qualified to hold knives after reporting to the imperial court, but they are never allowed to carry knives in an upright manner Appeared on the streets of Chang'an. The imperial court did not have any prohibition on swords. In the prosperous Sui Dynasty, the humble scholars and noble sons on the streets of Chang'an all liked to hang a sword by their waists. It seemed that this would make them appear not to be weak.
Sitting next to the young scholar was a woman who looked like she had returned to her natal family. She was wearing a blue cotton dress, which was also very clean, but it could be seen from the faintly whitish corners and trouser legs that her Life must not be very rich. She has been holding a bamboo basket tightly, as if she is afraid that the bamboo basket will fall.
She didn't know that the bamboo basket contained treasures, so it felt as if the bamboo basket contained all her family property.
This is a very ordinary woman, she doesn't look very beautiful, her face is clean, her eyebrows are very thin, her facial features look very marked, but her face is a little square, if her jaw is more pointed and her forehead is fuller , the jawbone is more rounded, it may be a beauty that people can't help but look back.
She closed her eyes, lowered her head, and held the basket in her arms.
Sitting opposite her was a young man who seemed to be malnourished. His face was abnormally pale. Judging from his face, he should be seventeen or eighteen years old, but his figure was like that of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child. From time to time, he secretly looked at the young woman sitting across from him, as if he was very interested in the things in the young woman's basket.
The one sitting next to him seemed to be his sister, and the two whispered something from time to time. But the conversation is nothing more than the weather outside, how long it will take to get to the relatives' house and so on. It can be seen that this elder sister should seldom 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 these two people.
If it wasn't for her great skin, if it wasn't for her beautiful hands, if it wasn't for the natural appearance of everyone in her gaze, the ordinary clothes on her would definitely be able to hide her identity. However, she is a princess, and anyone with a discerning eye can definitely see that her temperament does not match the cheap clothes on her body.
She held a package in her arms, holding it very tightly, just as tightly as the young woman opposite was holding the basket. If it seemed that the basket was all the young woman had, then this package was all hers.
Some people, no matter how tattered their clothes are, they can't hide her origin.
Of course, such people are rare.
Unfortunately, she is one of those few people.
On the other hand, there is a kind of person, no matter how gorgeously he is dressed, no matter how hard he pretends, even if he wears jewelry, even if he sits motionless and does not speak, if he is experienced, he can still learn from her. It can be seen from the performance that she does not match the gorgeous clothes on her body.
Therefore, the woman in the carriage was a little apprehensive.
Therefore, the little maid in the dome of Changchun Garden, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in gorgeous clothes and lowered her head to read a book but didn't read a word, was also very disturbed.
There is a ditch behind the dome, through which a young eunuch crawled in three times.
There will be no fourth time, because when he went out, he also took a person with him, and climbed out of the stinky ditch with him, through the even more stinky sewer, and then crawled out of the garbage dump. Although they changed their clothes immediately after they came out, they still seemed to have a bit of a smell on them.
Then the two of them ran to a street in fear, pretended to be careless and sat down in front of a stall selling soup dumplings and hot soup noodles, and each ordered a bowl of noodles and a soup dumpling. It seems that they have eaten very hard, and they stuffed all the food into their stomachs even though they have no appetite at all, because they all know that they don't know when the next meal will be eaten.
Just as the young woman drank the last sip of hot soup, the boss who sold the soup dumplings said intentionally or unintentionally that the horse-drawn carriages passing through the city were really punctual, and the time passed by here hardly changed every day.
So, the two of them got into the carriage.
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Mu San can be sure that the person driving the car must be the person contacted by Yan Kuang, there is no doubt about it, because even he and the eldest princess don't know where to get off the car, so only the driver knows. So although he was so frightened that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, he still forcefully tried to calm himself down.
Although the coachman looked a little groggy and old, he knew very well that appearance was by no means the correct criterion for judging a person's strength.
In order to hide his nervousness, he would occasionally have a low-key conversation with the eldest princess Yang Qinyan who was sitting next to him, and then secretly observe the reactions of the two people opposite. But it seemed that the two people opposite had no interest in the conversation between them. The scholar is still reading, and the young woman is still holding a basket.
Then Mu San felt a little inferior and found that even the eldest princess was much calmer than he seemed. When crawling through the sewer, she could still think about taking off all the accessories on her body and throwing away, messing up her hair, and then washing her face with the smelly water, washing away the beautiful eyebrow line and face that she had painted Putting on a light powder, also washed away the fragrance of the body.
She didn't even care the slightest bit about the scratches on her body from going through that hole.
She is taller than Mu San, but very thin. But no matter how thin a woman is, she is still plump in some places.
So Mu San felt that he was a bit of a failure. He had already experienced so many things and had been reused by the general, but why was he still so disappointing, even a princess who had never faced danger before! This made him a little annoyed, but thinking about it this way, the pressure in his heart was relieved a lot.
The carriage went straight west.
Mu San knew that this was to avoid the Iron Armored Army camp, most of the Iron Armored Army were deployed in Taiji Palace and Changchun Garden, and there were almost no Iron Armored Army in the West City, after all, there were only 5,000 people left behind, and Chang'an City was too big some.
After shaking in the carriage for two hours like this, when the sun had moved slowly from the center to the west, the carriage finally stopped slowly. Just as Mu San was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a shout from outside.
"Get off everyone! Check!"
Mu San's heart tightened suddenly, and he subconsciously looked at the eldest princess Yang Qinyan. Then he saw the fear in her eyes, and also saw her shoulders tremble slightly. Then, Mu San heard the coachman's hoarse voice urging: "The official wants to check, you all come down quickly."
At this second, Mu San even suspected that the coachman was not his own at all.
Then he saw the young scholar got out of the car naturally, with the long sword on the door so that he didn't get off after three trips, and then he remembered to look back, and then put the long sword back, with an original expression on his face. With such an expression, no matter how you look at it, it looks so silly.
Next is the young woman, holding a basket, with a cautious look that makes people feel that she may collapse at any time.
Mu San winked at the eldest princess, meaning don't come down yet, I'll go out and have a look. After this wink, Mu San suddenly felt a sense of pride. However, when he got out of the car, he felt his legs were a little weak.
After Mu San got out of the car, his eyes were stung by the sunlight outside. After rubbing, he found that the carriage was not blocked by the Iron Armored Army, and he was relieved. Then he saw a yamen servant come over and snatch the basket from the young woman's hand and throw it on the ground. Immediately, more than half of the eggs in the basket shattered.
Mu San was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help wanting to curse.
So nervous and concerned, it's just a basket of eggs? !
At this time, he suddenly noticed that the old man driving the car looked at the yamen servant with strange eyes. After thinking for a while, he realized that the eyes were... pity.
"I have never had any extravagant habits, but I like to eat a hard-boiled egg every morning, so I calculated the days and prepared the amount to eat along the way... Do you know how big a crime I have committed?"
He heard the young woman say such a sentence in a cold tone.
Then he saw the old man driving the carriage back, as if he was afraid of being splashed with blood, and the young scholar with the sword took three steps back, covering his eyes with a book.
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The carriage slowly arrived at the gate of the city, and the old man who drove the carriage handed a token to the guard at the gate, and then said in a low voice that several criminals who had been executed in secret had just been pulled out of Changchun Garden and could not show their faces, they were all big shots. The city gate guard avoided the old man like a god of plague, threw the token to him and then waved to let the gate guards go.
Mu San looked at the young woman sitting across from him holding half a basket of eggs in surprise, then backed away in fear. The smell in the carriage was even worse, not because of him and the eldest princess, but because there were many people in the carriage... many dead people.
At this time, he suddenly felt a cold back, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the young woman opposite, and found that the young woman was also looking at him. When Mu San saw the young woman's eyes, he trembled in fright, and never dared to look at the second woman again. Eye.
The young woman's eyes... had no black eyeballs, they were all white, like flawless white jade.