When Mu Hanzhang woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
His body felt like it had fallen apart; he struggled to even open his eyes, and everywhere ached, so much so that his body even felt like it was still constantly rocking and swaying. Mu Hanzhang thought somewhat distractedly, Jing Shao, that hoodlum, how many times did he do it last night? He only remembered that when he was so tired he fainted, the guy was still above him, tossing him about.
There was the sound of wooden wheels rolling over stones in his ears. His long and delicate eyelashes trembled. He slowly opened his hazy, beautiful eyes. Dazed, Mu Hanzhang stared blankly for a moment. He felt that today, the ceiling of the bed canopy looked strange, like it was the ceiling of a carriage... a carriage roof!
Only then did Mu Hanzhang realize that something was wrong, and he struggled to get up. The ache in his waist made him frown, and he had to lean against the wall of the carriage.
The layout of the carriage was very refined. A high platform took up the bottom of the whole carriage and was covered in a thick and soft cushion, upon which a jade summer sleeping mat had been thoughtfully laid out. The walls of the carriage were inlaid with a bookshelf and small nooks, where several books and a censer had been placed. In the recess in front of the door, there was a small table and his shoes. A water flask and two cups had been placed on the small table.
Under his body was the comfortable jade mat, and he was surrounded by several pillows of different sizes, each of which was carefully wrapped in a jade mat layer. Mu Hanzhang squinted slightly and reached out to lift the light-colored gauze curtains. He saw a handsome black horse outside the carriage, and sitting on the horse was the Wang Ye who should have already left for the army camp!
Jing Shao was riding Xiao Hei in clear and lively spirits. He had enjoyed himself to the fullest last night, which had caused him to get up late. He couldn't bear to wake up Jun Qing, who was sleeping soundly, so he had directly carried him into the prepared carriage and handed the residence's matters over to Duo Fu, with his wrinkled steamed bun face, and Steward Yun. Pleased with himself, Jing Shao then took his Wang Fei to the army camp fifty miles south of the city.
Suddenly he felt a gaze on him. Jing Shao turned his head to look in the carriage, and saw his Wang Fei's handsome face appear at the window. He quickly waved to the coachman to stop, jumped off of Xiao Hei, and barged into the carriage.
"Awake?" Jing Shao laughed and poured a cup of water, handing it over.
Mu Hanzhang didn't take it, but leaned against the carriage wall and looked at him quietly.
"Cough cough, don't sit over there like that." As the object of that gaze, Jing Shao felt a bit weak. He took off his shoes and climbed up, threw a big pillow aside, and hugged his Wang Fei, whose body was sore all over, and had the latter lean on him. Trying to curry favor, he placed the cup to his lips. "Drink some water first, Yun Song will deliver the meal soon."
"Where are you taking me?" Mu Hanzhang didn't resist him at all this time, which was quite rare, and drank the whole cup of water in Jing Shao's hand. He still stared at Jing Shao quietly.
"Hehe, my army is short of a trusted advisor – you don't have much to do in the capital, why don't you go to the southwest with me?" Jing Shao scratched his head, turned around, and poured another cup of water.
"When the husband is away at battle, one's wife and children must not leave the capital." Mu Hanzhang suppressed his gaze and looked at the cup that was handed to him. His hands rested on the cushion and he slowly rubbed the smooth and round jade pieces.
"There's another concubine in the residence, you don't have to worry about that," Jing Shao said proudly. "I was going to take you away secretly at first. Who would have expected that when I mentioned it to Imperial Father yesterday, he would actually agree. As long as you don't let others know of your identity as Wang Fei, it's ok."
