Mu Yunhan didn't have any temper at all. He tightened his wristband and belt and followed quickly.
When they got outside, a boy led the horse out, and the guards in green got on their horses and followed the carriage away.
Mu Yunhan gritted his teeth again, moved his ankle joints, and chased after him like an arrow.
The winter night in Wangjing was bone-chillingly cold. With nothing in her belly and no hat on, she ran behind the carriage for a while, then she felt that the tip of her nose and ears were about to freeze to death.
This was nothing, but what was hateful was that the six guards with swords turned back to look at her, proud and joking, as if they were watching a monkey show.
If the servant is like this, you can imagine how proud Jiang Wei is.
It's not that Mu Yunhan can't run. After practicing for so many years, her body-lighting skills are quite good. However, under the current circumstances, it is undoubtedly inappropriate to reveal her family background without reservation.
She looked at Jiang Wei's carriage intently, calculated the distance and direction, and ran away.
The guards only saw a figure running past like lightning. Before they could react, Mu Yunhan had already sat on the shaft of the carriage, sitting on the left and right with the driver.
The driver was startled and immediately wanted to drive her out, "Who asked you to come here?"
"Of course His Majesty asked me to come here." Mu Yunhan grabbed the coachman's outstretched arm and pressed the dagger tightly against it. "Don't touch me, or I'll make you look good."
The driver angrily called "Young Master" into the car.
The guards swarmed up and scolded Mu Yunhan, telling her to get out of the car quickly, or else they would kill her.
Mu Yunhan was so busy that he said, "Master Hou, you look so prosperous, why do you do so many tricks that don't make you look good?"
Jiang Wei didn't make a sound.
However, silence itself represents attitude. The guards and coachmen stopped making any sound and went back to perform their respective duties, leaving Mu Yunhan alone.
Mu Yunhan stared ahead with wide eyes.
Wangjing is different from Lanjing.
There is no curfew in Lanjing on a daily basis, unless there is a special emergency.
However, Wangjing has always implemented a curfew. Unless there are special circumstances, no one is allowed to go out on the streets after three o'clock in the morning. The curfew is not allowed until three o'clock in the morning the next day.
It was still early at this time, the curfew had not yet been lifted, and the streets were dead silent, dark and cold, except for their group of people, who were the only ones emitting gleaming lights.
Mu Yunhan used this little faint light to visit Wangjing at night, thinking that if one day she, Gu Fenglin and others escaped at night, she would probably have to rely on her to remember the route.
Just as I was getting into it, I saw the carriage turning into a street corner. Even though it was a cold night, I could still smell the faint smell of incense candles and paper money.
She suddenly became energetic and looked up.
In the dark night, the shadow of a gate tower stood tall and straight, exactly what Biyun Palace looked like.
It was only the first night, and it was such a surprise that Jiang Wei was going to give her this gift.
So Emperor Qi finally gave the job to Jiang Wei.
Mu Yunhan was so excited that he couldn't help but want to rub his hands, and he grabbed the corners of his clothes tightly to keep from losing his composure.
She wanted to enter Biyun Palace through the main entrance, so she just remembered the way.
"There is a folk saying in Wangjing: When Zhao people are looking for someone, they find Biyun Palace." Jiang Wei's cool voice came from behind.
Mu Yunhan was as quiet as a chicken. When he finished speaking this ballad, Jiang Wei only said this sentence and fell silent.
Mu Yunhan was impatient with waiting and had no choice but to encourage his arrogance: "What next?"
"No more." Jiang Wei said coolly.
Mu Yunhan said, "Why are there no more ballads left to finish?"