The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 408 Bingzhou
When I was on the boat, I always gave people a feeling of unreliability, and I couldn't sleep well. Now that my feet are on the ground, Jun Rong's heart is finally relieved.

He had a rare good night's sleep that night.

As soon as the gate of the city was opened the next day, the group of them left the city in a carriage. They were also questioned when they left the city, but seeing that their numbers were wrong and their appearance did not match, they were let go.

When the carriage drove out of the city gate, Ning Zhao lifted the curtain and glanced back, sighed and said, "In my lifetime, I can still walk through the mountains and rivers once, which is really rare."

Jun Rong coughed, and looked out of the small window. The city wall of Jiangzhou stood quietly in the morning light, with a sense of quaint vicissitudes.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, as if across a long time, looking far away from the past.

The morning breeze was still a little cool, Ning Zhao blew it for a while, felt a little cold, so he put down the curtain.

"Miss, how do you feel today? Ning Zhao turned her head and looked at Jun Rong's face.

Jun Rong smiled slightly, "Fortunately, there is no problem."

"That's good. We may have to speed up a bit in the next few days. The rest of the Xuanyiwei and the Xunji driver will set off before us, and we should have already reached Bingzhou."

"My body can still withstand the bumps, don't worry, hurry to Bingzhou as soon as possible, we can completely relax there, otherwise I won't be able to recuperate on the way."

"Okay, then let's hurry up as soon as possible." Ning Zhao looked into Jun Rong's eyes, and shook his head after a while.

Seeing her like this, Jun Rong couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my face?"

"No problem, it's just that I feel a little subtle."

"Ok?"

"Miss, do you feel that you are becoming more and more like a prince?"

Ning Zhao asked seriously, and directly stunned Jun Rong. Jun Rong looked at her in a daze, with good eyes, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

Ning Zhao explained: "I don't mean your looks, but your temperament and behavior."

"Is there? I don't feel it." Jun Rong lowered his eyes, unconsciously stroking the tea cup in his hand with his fingertips.

Since he was seriously injured, because of frequent coughing, he developed the habit of never leaving the teacup.

No matter where he is, he must have a cup of tea or water by his hand, and take a sip from time to time to moisten his throat, which will make him feel more comfortable, and because of this, he has developed some unconscious little movements.

Gel's eyes fell on his thin white fingers, and he said more firmly: "Look, when the prince is thinking about things, he likes to hold something to play with, as if it can help her to sort out her thoughts quickly, if not things, she would play with her fingers."

Jun Rong raised his head suddenly, looked at her in astonishment, and then lowered his head to look at his fingers.

Memories related to Xiao Yu flooded up like a flood.

He thought about it carefully for a while, and it seemed that this was really the case.

In the past, when they were sitting together, whether they were chatting or the Taifu was explaining the way of governing the country to him, he liked to stare at the Taifu, while the Taifu would lazily lean on the side, or rub his knees, Or playing with the jade pendant around his waist.

Sometimes his gaze would be drawn unconsciously, staring at the Taifu's hand in a daze, even a few times, he would feel a little jealous of the things that the Taifu was playing with, if he pulled something How good your own hands are...

Thinking of this, Jun Rong felt sour again.

He blinked and withdrew his hand, "Is there any more?"

"Also...you won't notice it yourself." Ning Zhao tapped the table with her fingertips and said, "Your tone of voice is very like a prince, indifferent, without any emotional ups and downs, as if you can't do anything. Let your mind be the same."

Junrong is silent.

Ning Zhao looked at his face and thought for a while, but still didn't go any further.

How long does it take to live like another person?

She fell silent, and Jun Rong didn't ask her again.

He thought about his recent behavior, and he was indeed a bit like the Taifu, but his understanding was different from that of Ningzhao. He didn't feel so bitter, but rather enjoyed it. is real.

Taifu... I will go to you soon.

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After Jun Rong said that he should not care about him, Lan Yi increased the speed of the carriage, and he shortened the journey from four to five days to two days. They traveled day and night, and on an evening when the sunset was so red, they arrived at Bingzhou No. Yicheng—under the gate of Yucheng.

Unlike other places, there are not so many guards at the gate of Yucheng, only a few soldiers are patrolling routinely, and they will let anyone pass by without checking the documents of those who come.

Lan Yi and Han Yi sitting outside the carriage looked at each other.

Han Yi lowered his voice and said, "Could it be Master Zhen's order?"

Lan Yi nodded, "It is very possible that he is the lord of a state. Without his permission, no one would dare to openly disobey the imperial court's order."

"Bingzhou is remote, even if they are really obedient and obedient, the news will not reach the capital." Han Yi looked at the city gate that was getting closer and closer, and said without squinting.

"Let's wait and see, anyway, things will be much easier when we get here." Lan Yi pulled the rein, "Drive—"

The carriage speeded up and ran under the city gate. The soldiers took a look and said nothing, and let them enter the city like this.

Ning Zhao in the carriage listened to the movement, carefully opened a corner of the curtain to look out, and saw people coming and going on the street, a peaceful scene.

"Are we entering the city now?" She couldn't believe it went well.

Tsing Yi raised her head from the corner, "Miss, what should we do next? Shall we go directly to the magistrate's yamen to find Mrs. Zhen?"

"No—it's too reckless to do that. I will write a letter later, and you send it to the magistrate's yamen. If Master Zhen reads it, he will come to us."

"Okay, then let's find an inn first." Seeing Jun Rong nodded, Tsing Yi knocked on the wall of the carriage and said to the two people outside: "Go to the inn first."

"Understood." Lan Yi replied, turned around and locked on a good-looking inn on the side of the road, and drove the carriage to the door.

Xiaoer was at the door to welcome and send them off. Seeing them coming, he quickly stepped forward to say hello: "Who are the guest officers? Do you want to stay at the top or stay at the hotel?"

"Five people, stay in the hotel, and need four rooms."

Han Yi jumped out of the carriage, moved a low stool from the carriage and put it on the ground, opened the curtain and waited.

When Xiaoer saw this, he knew that there was a nobleman sitting in the carriage, and he said enthusiastically: "The guest officials came just in time, and there are only four rooms left in this shop. If it is a little later, it will not be enough!"

　Jun Rong: I'm used to being called Miss...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)