Chapter 736: Flawless White Jade

A horse-drawn carriage drove slowly along the bluestone road in Chang'an City, and the sound rhythm of the wheels running over the road was slow and drowsy. The driver looked not young, and the beard had spread from his chin to his chest. The whiteness on the temples is the traces of time, just like the rings of a big tree, which cannot deceive people. He squinted and leaned on the carriage as if he was asleep, but in fact he was extremely awake at this time, awake to the point of being a little nervous.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he had been nervous.

There are no markings on the carriage, so it probably doesn't belong to any of the famous families. It seems that this is an ordinary carriage through the city, and there are at least a thousand such carriages in Chang'an City. Only a huge city like Chang'an will give rise to an industry like a horse-drawn carriage through the city. Hundreds of miles of Chang'an, from south to north and from east to west, all seem so far away.

There didn't seem to be many people in the carriage, for the horses pulling the cart did not show any difficulty. But it's no wonder that since the appearance of the Iron Army, the people don't seem to be willing to move around at will. Although this city is big, everyone has a heavy feeling of suffocation in their hearts, perhaps...... No matter how big a prison is, it is still a prison.

The servants of the Yamen of Chang'an Mansion patrolled the streets and the carriages passed by, and the iron locks hanging on their waists made a crisp sound as they walked.

The people in the carriage couldn't help but tremble slightly when they heard this voice.

It's a horse-drawn carriage through the city, and no matter how cold the business is, it's rare that there is only one person in the carriage, and today it's four.

A well-mannered-looking young man, wearing an ordinary Confucian shirt, with a white face and white hands, you can't even find a little dirt in his fingernails. He sat there with his head down and read a book, staring intently. No different from the other literati of the Great Sui, he also had a gorgeous sword hanging from his waist. People from military backgrounds don't like swords, and in their opinion, swords are not a weapon, but just decorations.

The ornate scabbard is meaningless, and the thin blade of the sword breaks like a toy on the battlefield.

This is an era of literati hanging swords, martial arts...... It's still more refreshing to come with a knife.

Martial artists like the roughness of the knife, the edges and corners of the knife, and the coldness unique to the sword.

It can be seen from the law of the Great Sui that knives are absolutely forbidden, unless they are like the dart bureau or the martial arts sect, and they can only have the qualification to hold a knife after reporting to the imperial court, but they are never allowed to appear on the streets of Chang'an with a knife. The imperial court did not prohibit swords, in the past, when the Great Sui Dynasty was prosperous, the poor scholars on the streets of Chang'an, whether they were noble sons, liked to hang a sword on their waists, as if this would make them 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, wearing a blue cotton dress that was cleanly washed, but it was evident from the faintly whitish corners and trouser legs that her life must not have been very rich. She kept holding a bamboo basket, holding it very tightly, as if she was afraid that the bamboo basket would fall.

I didn't know that the bamboo basket contained the treasure, and it felt like the bamboo basket was all her property.

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 slightly squarer, if her jaw is sharper, her forehead is fuller, and her jawbones are rounder, she may be a beauty who 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 a little malnourished, his face was not normal, his face should have been seventeen or eighteen years old, but his figure looked like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child. From time to time, he peeked at the young woman sitting across from him, as if he was interested in the contents of the young woman's basket.

Sitting next to him seemed to be his sister, and the two of them whispered something from time to time. But the conversation was nothing more than what the weather was like outside, how long it would take to get to a relative's house, and so on. 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 her from time to time, because she really didn't know these two people.

If it weren't for her skin being too good, if it weren't for her hands being too beautiful, if it weren't for the natural appearance of everyone she looked forward to, the ordinary clothes on her body would definitely be able to hide her identity. However, she is a princess, and a discerning person must be able to see that her own temperament and the cheap clothes on her body definitely do not match.

She held a package in her arms, and held it very tightly, as tightly as the young woman opposite held the basket, and if it seemed that the basket was all that the young woman had, then this package was all she had.

Some people, no matter how tattered they are, can't hide their origins.

Of course, there are very few such people.

But helplessly, she is one of these few people.

On the other hand, there is a kind of person, no matter how beautiful she dresses, no matter how hard she pretends to be, even if she wears jewelry, even if she sits there motionless and does not speak, but if she is an experienced person, she can still see from her 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 reading with her head down, but didn't read a word, was also very worried.

There was a ditch behind the vault, and a little eunuch climbed in from here three times.

There was no fourth, for he took a man with him when he went out, and climbed with him out of the stinking gutter, through the stinking sewers, and out of the junkyard. Although they changed their clothes immediately after they came out, they still seemed to have a bit of a stink on them.

Then the two of them ran out into the street, pretending to be careless, and sat down in front of a stall selling soup dumplings and hot noodle soup, and each ordered a bowl of noodles and a soup dumpling. It seems that they have eaten very hard, and they still stuff all the food into their stomachs when they have no appetite at all, because they all know when they will be able to eat the next meal.

Just as the young woman drank the last sip of hot soup, the owner of the soup dumpling said, intentionally or unintentionally, that the carriage through the city was really punctual, and the time that passed by here every day hardly changed.

So, the two of them got into the carriage.

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Mu San can be sure that the person who drove the car must be the person contacted by Yan Maan, there is no doubt about it, because even he and the eldest princess don't know where to get off the car, so it can only be the coachman who knows Lu Dao. So although he was so scared that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, he still forced himself to be calmer.

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 had a low conversation with the eldest 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 on the other side have no interest in the conversation between them. The scholar was still reading, and the young woman was still holding the basket.

Then Mu San found that even the eldest princess was much calmer than he looked. When she crawled down the sewer, she could still think of taking off all the ornaments on her body and throwing them away, messing up her hair, and then washing her face with the smelly water, washing away the extremely beautiful eyebrow line and the faint fat powder on her face, and also washing away the fragrance on her body.

She didn't even care about the scratches she had left when she drilled through the hole.

She was taller than Kizo, but very thin. But no matter how thin a woman is, she is very plump in some places.

So Mu San felt that he had failed a little, obviously he had already experienced so many things, and he had been reused by the general, but how could he still be so uncompromising, and he couldn't even compare to a princess who had never faced danger! This made him a little annoyed, but thinking about it this way, the pressure in his heart was much lighter.

The carriage went all the way west.

Mu Sanzhi said that this is to avoid the camp of the ironclad army, most of the ironclad army is arranged in the Taiji Palace and Changchun Garden, and there are almost no ironclad troops in Xicheng, after all, there are only 5,000 people left, and Chang'an City is too big.

After two hours of swaying in the carriage, when the sun had slowly moved from the middle to the west, the carriage finally came to a slow stop. Mu San was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard a shout outside.

"Everybody get off! Examine! ”

Mu San's heart tightened violently, 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 person at all.

Then he saw that the young scholar got out of the car very naturally, and the long sword was so horizontal on the car door that he didn't get down three times, and then he remembered to look back, and then turned the long sword over, and there was still an expression on his face, no matter how he looked at it, he looked so stupid.

Next is the young woman, holding the basket, and her cautious appearance makes it seem that she may collapse at any moment.

Mu San glanced at the eldest princess, meaning that you don't want to come down first, I'll go out and take a look, after this look, Mu San suddenly had a feeling of pride. It's just that when he got out of the car, he felt that his legs were a little weak.

After Mu San got out of the car, he was stabbed in the eyes by the sunlight outside, and he was relieved to find that it was not the ironclad army that was blocking the carriage. Then he saw a servant come and snatch the basket from the young woman's hand and throw it on the ground, and immediately the eggs in the basket were broken in half.

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

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

At this time, he suddenly noticed that the old man who was driving the car looked at the official with a strange look, and he thought for a while before he realized that the look was ...... Commiseration.

"I've never had any extravagant habits, except for a hard-boiled egg every morning, so I calculated my days and prepared the amount to eat along the way...... Do you know how much sin you have committed? ”

He heard the young woman say something in a cold tone.

Then he saw the old man flashing back, as if he was afraid of splashing blood, and the young scholar with his sword took three steps back, blocking his eyes with his book.

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The carriage slowly arrived at the city gate, and the old man who drove the car handed a token to the city gatekeeper, and then lowered his voice and said that the secret execution of several prisoners had just been pulled out of Changchun Garden, and they couldn't show up, and they were all big people. The gatekeeper avoided the old man like a plague god, threw the token to him, and waved his hand to let the officers and soldiers guarding the gate let him go.

Mu San glanced at the young woman sitting opposite in surprise who was holding half a basket of eggs, and then ducked back in fear. The smell in the carriage was even worse, not because of him and the eldest princess, but because there were a lot of people in the carriage...... Quite a few dead people.

At this time, he suddenly felt a cold back, 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 with fright, and he didn't dare to look at it a second time.

The young woman's eyes...... There were no black eyeballs, all of them were white, like flawless white jade.