Conquer the World

Chapter 736 Flawless White Jade

A carriage was slowly passing along the bluestone slab road in Changan City, and the sound rhythm of the wheels was slowly lethargic as the wheels rolled over the road. Bing @ 火! The Chinese driver is looking young, and his beard has spread from his jaw to his chest. The white spots on the two lotus roots are the traces of time, just like the annual rings of a big tree cannot fool people. He squinted and leaned against the carriage looking like he was asleep, but in fact he was so awake at this moment, awake to a little nervous.

He had forgotten how long he had not been nervous.

There is no logo on the carriage, so it should not belong to any famous family. It seems that this is a common carriage through the city. There are at least thousands of such carriages in Changan City. Only in a huge city like Chang'an can an industry such as a carriage ride. Chang'an Baili, from south to north and east to west, seems so far away.

There didn't seem to be many people in the carriage, because the horses pulling the carriage didn't show any difficulty. However, it is no wonder that since the appearance of the Iron Armor Army, people seem unwilling to move around at will. Although this city is large, everyone has a heavy feeling of sullenness. Maybe ... no matter how big a prison is, it is still a prison.

The patrolmen and horse-drawn carriages of Changmen's Yamen passed by, and the iron locks hanging on their waists made a clear sound as they walked.

The man in the carriage couldn't help shaking a little when he heard the voice.

This is a carriage ride through the city. When business is deserted and there are very few carriages, there are only four today.

A gentle-looking young man, wearing an ordinary Confucian shirt, 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 without looking. There is no difference from other literati in Da Sui, and he also has a gorgeous sword hanging around his waist. People from military and military backgrounds don't like swords. To them, the sword is not a weapon, but an ornament.

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

This is an era when literary talents hang swords. Wufu ... still come with a knife.

Takeshi likes the roughness of knives, the edges and corners of knives, and the unique coldness of knives.

As can be seen from the laws of Dasui, swords are absolutely forbidden, unless, for example, darts or martial arts gates are registered with the imperial court gate, they are eligible to hold swords. Appeared on the streets of Chang'an. The imperial court did not have any bans on swords. In the prosperous period of the Great Sui Dynasty, the scholars on the streets of Chang'an were also noble sons, and they liked to hang a sword on their waists.

Sitting next to the young scholar was a woman who looked like she was going back to her mother ’s house. She wore a blue cotton dress and was washed clean, but she could see from the faint white corners and trouser legs. It must not be rich. She had been holding a bamboo basket, holding it tightly, as if she was afraid that the bamboo basket might fall.

I don't know if the baby is in a bamboo basket, it feels like the bamboo basket is all her property.

This is a very ordinary woman. She doesn't look very pretty, her face is clean, her eyebrows are thin, her facial features look very marked, but her face is slightly square. If her jaw is sharper, her forehead is fuller. If the jawbone is more rounded, it may be a beauty that makes people look back.

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

Sitting opposite her was a teenager who seemed to have some malnutrition, and his face was not normal. Looking at his face should be seventeen or eighteen years old, but his figure was like a fourteen or five year old child. From time to time, he secretly looked at the young woman sitting opposite him, as if interested in the young woman's basket.

Sitting next to him seemed to be his sister, and the two whispered something from time to time. But the conversation was all 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 it seems a little cramped.

From time to time, she looked at the two people opposite her, because she really did not know them.

If it weren't for the fact that her skin was too good, if her hands were too beautiful, if it wasn't for the natural appearance of everyone in her hope, this ordinary dress on her body would surely cover her identity. However, she is a princess, and she can definitely see that her temperament and the cheap clothes on her body absolutely do not match.

She was holding a parcel in her arms, holding it tightly, as if the young woman on the other side was holding the basket. If it seemed that the basket was all the young woman had, then the parcel was all she had.

Some people, even if worn out, can't hide her origins.

Of course, such people are few.

Unfortunately, she is one of these few people.

On the other hand, there is a person who, even if she wears gorgeous clothes, even if she wears hard clothes, even if she wears jewelry, even if she sits still, she does not speak, but if she has experience, she can still talk to her The performance showed that she did not match the gorgeous clothes on her body.

Therefore, the women in the carriage were a little embarrassed.

Therefore, the little maid in Changchun Garden's vault, sitting in the bed with her head down and reading a book, didn't even read a word.

There was a ditch behind the dome, and a little **** crawled in here three times.

There is no fourth time, because when he went out, he also took a person, followed him to climb out of the smelly ditch, drilled through the more smelly sewer, and then climbed out of the dump. Although they changed their clothes immediately after coming out, they still seemed to smell a little bit.

Then the two of them trembled and ran to a street, pretending to sit casually in front of a stall selling hot soup noodles and hot noodle soup, each ordering a bowl of noodles and a soup bun. It seemed that they were eating very hard and stuffed all their food into their stomachs when they had no appetite, because they all knew the next meal and didn't know when they would eat it.

Just as the young woman drank the last bite of hot soup, the owner of the soup bag intentionally or unintentionally said that the carriage was really punctual, and the time elapsed from here every day has hardly changed.

So they both got on the carriage.

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Mu San can be sure that the person driving the car must be the one contacted by Yan Kuang. This is beyond doubt, because even he and the princess did not know where to get off, so only the driver knew. So although he was afraid that even his heart would jump out of his throat, he still calmed himself down.

Although the coachman looked a little groggy and old, he was well aware that appearance was by no means the right criterion for judging a person's strength.

In order to hide his tension, he occasionally talked to the long princess Yang Qinyan who was sitting next to him, and then secretly observed the reactions of the two people in front of him. It seemed, however, that the two people opposite had no interest in the conversation between them. The scholar is still reading, and the young woman is holding the basket.

Then Mu San showed some inferiority, even the long princess was more calm than he seemed. When she climbed the sewer, she was still thinking about removing all the accessories from her body, messing her head up, and then washing her face with that stinky water, washing away the beautiful eyebrow lines and face A touch of fat powder also washed away the fragrance of the body.

She didn't even care, the sting left on her body as she drilled through the hole.

She is taller than Mizuki, but very thin. But even if women are thinner, some places are very plump.

So Mu San felt that he had failed a bit. He had already experienced so many things and had been reused by the general. But how could he still be so disappointed that even a princess who had never faced danger before could not compare! This made him a little annoyed, but thinking about it this way, the pressure in his heart was lightened a lot.

The carriage went west.

Mu San knows that this is to avoid the Iron Armor camp. Most of the Iron Armor Army is located in Tai Chi Palace and Changchun Garden. There is almost no Iron Armor Army in Xicheng. After all, only 5,000 people stay behind, and Changan City is too large. A bit.

After shaking for two hours in the carriage in this way, when the sun had slowly moved 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 shout from outside.

"Everyone get off! Check!"

Mu San's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked at the long princess Yang Qinyan. Then he saw the fear in her eyes and saw her shoulder tremble slightly. Then, Mu San heard the driver's husky voice urging: "The grandfather wants to check, you all come down quickly."

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

Then he saw that young scholar got out of the car very naturally, and the long sword ran across the door so that he didn't go down three times. Then he thought of looking back, and then passed the long sword with his face on it. Such an expression seemed so stupid.

Next is the young woman, holding the basket, looking cautiously to make her feel that she might collapse at any time.

Mu San winked at the long princess, meaning you do n’t want to come down first. I went out to see. After this wink, Mu San suddenly felt a sense of grandeur. However, when he got out of the car, he felt his legs were a little soft.

After Mu San got out of the car, he was stabbed by the sun outside. He rubbed it and it was not the Iron Armor that was blocking the carriage. Then he was relieved. Then he saw a veteran come over and grab the basket in the hands of the young woman and throw it on the ground, and then the eggs in the basket were broken in half.

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

So nervous, is it just a basket of eggs? !!

At this time, he suddenly noticed that the old man who was driving the car looked strangely at Yun Yu. After thinking for a while, he realized that the look was ... mercy.

"I have never had any extravagant habits. I just like to eat a cooked egg every morning, so I have calculated the 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 such a word in a cold tone ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then he saw the old man in the car flashing back, as if he was afraid of splashing blood, and the young scholar with the sword stepped back After three big steps, he blocked his eyes with a book.

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The carriage slowly reached the gate of the city, and the old man in the car handed a token to the city gate, then lowered his voice and said that a few criminals had been secretly executed. They had just pulled out of Changchun Garden and could not show up. They were all big men. The gatekeeper of the city avoided the old man like the **** of plague, and threw the token to him, and then waved to let the gatekeepers release.

Mu San glanced at the young woman sitting opposite him holding a half basket of eggs, then dreaded and hid. The smell in the carriage was even worse, not because of him and the princess, but because there were a lot of people in the carriage ... a lot of dead people.

At this time, he suddenly felt a cold on his back, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the young woman on the opposite side. Now the young woman was also looking at him. When Mu San saw the young woman's eyes, he was trembling, and never dared to look at the second eye.

The young woman's eyes ... there were no black eyes, they were all white, like flawless white jade.