However, Yan Wenxu was very suspicious, and Xiao Xian intuitively felt that he was sneaky and something was wrong.
Not to mention anything else, let’s just say that he was riding a horse, but he was accompanied by three or two carriages. In addition to the one he used to rest, did he need to bring many servants?
Moreover, those carriages were obviously moving slower than the team, and they were held back several times.
Xiao Xian suspected him, so he simply ignored him and ordered the team to move forward at full speed.
Then, as expected by Xiao Xian, after they walked for an hour, Yan Wenxu caught up with him on horseback, panting and shouting: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Xiao Xian frowned, pulled the horse's reins slightly, paused, and Yan Wenxu caught up.
Yan Wenxu is a scholar, but his riding skills are good. Although he is a little out of breath at this time, he is okay and not too embarrassed.
"What's the matter, Master Yan?" Xiao Xian motioned to the team not to stop and continue moving forward.
Yan Wenxu smiled awkwardly and said, "Your Majesty, could you please slow down a little? It's my first time to ride such a long distance on horseback. I can't bear it."
Xiao Xian looked at him and said calmly: "Master Yan, don't underestimate yourself. I think you can persist for another hour. By then we can get to the inn."
When Yan Wenxu heard that there was still an hour left, he subconsciously looked embarrassed and looked back. While he was talking, the accompanying soldiers had already run a long distance, followed by the logistics team, and then his carriage.
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He also brought with him about ten followers and drove three carriages, and the rest were on horseback, not on foot.
Xiao Xian glanced at it and said, "Young Master Yan is too worried. Even the carriages accompanying him can keep up. It's our plan to hurry up and get to the inn to rest."
As he said that, he was about to ride away.
Yan Wenxu hurriedly said: "Well, you can stop and have a rest. Anyway, this road is very safe and there are no robbers."
After all, it is near the capital, and there will be no robbers.
Xiao Xian curled his lips, "Master Yan, haven't you heard that there are robbers in the capital?"
When Yan Wenxu heard this, he knew that he was talking about the group that attacked the Prime Minister's Mansion, but wasn't it someone who deliberately bribed them? Even if he had several enemies, no one with King Yan would dare to make such a move.
He asked to stop and take a rest.
Xiao Xian ignored him and let him go, leaving only twenty people behind to slow down to protect Yan Wenxu. The others left at the same speed.
In the evening, Shen Mingzhu and others arrived at Jiming Station as planned, and the journey was considered safe and sound.
Jimingyi, as the name suggests, got its name because it is close to Jiming Mountain.
Jimingyi is not an ordinary inn, but a small city. It is a post city with relatively complete functions in the Qin Dynasty.
Covering an area of more than fifty acres, it is generally an almost square town.
In the evening, when the sun sets over the western mountains, the tower of Jimingyi stands in the afterglow of the setting sun, giving off a sense of desolation and loneliness of the years.
Shen Mingzhu glanced out of the car window. At this time, Yi Cheng had already stepped forward and invited King Yan and Princess Lanze to rest in the post office.
After passing the Wengcheng and entering through the gate, the streets in the post station are wide, flat and unobstructed. You can clearly see the buildings on both sides of the road at a glance.
Because the post station has to raise hundreds of fast horses for delivering messages, there are hundreds of postmen, plus their families, etc. The city has complete military and civilian facilities.
