The carriage was very fast, rumbling non-stop, and quickly disappeared into the distance across the long street. On the street, the originally silent crowd became lively again.
Crowds of people on both sides poured out from the buildings on the street, occupying the long street completely and completely, making it impenetrable.
Everything returned to normal, lively and prosperous, as if nothing had happened.
For the people in Zhou Mansion, they are used to seeing people in the royal palace, as well as aristocratic families, nobles, and princes, so it seems that having one more princess is nothing.
Yang Ji was the only one who was thoughtful.
It is a long way from Taiyuanzhou to the imperial capital. If there is nothing special, those princes and princesses will never come here lightly.
"The martial arts examination is coming soon. I wonder if it has something to do with Marquis Zhongwu?"
Yang Ji secretly said.
The sound of the carriage disappeared very quickly, and Yang Ji felt a little regretful that he did not see the true appearance of Princess Longwu. He turned around and looked at the street opposite. The wine flag was already empty. The heir of the Hidden Sword Palace
Has disappeared.
"Roa!"
The sound of wheels reached his ears, and a gorgeously decorated carriage stopped next to Yang Ji. The old coachman's voice came from the carriage, with an apologetic look on his face:
"My lord, I apologize for being late. I received news from the front that there were royal carriages passing by on this street. All the carriages were crowded in front, and it was delayed for a while."
Seeing the carriage that suddenly appeared, Yang Ji breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally arrived:
"Haha, it's just a small matter. I didn't waste much time. Let's go."
After saying that, Yang Ji smiled slightly, looked away from the wine flag, jumped up, opened the curtain, and got into the carriage naturally with a flash.
When dealing with Yang Long, Yang Bao was just along the way, and Yang Ji would never waste his time on such trivial matters.
"drive!"
The coachman didn't say much, cracked his whip, and the two fat white horses neighed for a while, immediately raised their hooves, and headed all the way along the long street towards the Sword-making Villa in the south of the city. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
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