This is hijacked into someone's car!

  The imperial court has restrictions on carriages, and the titles are divided into three, six, and nine grades. The local county magistrate is only a ninth-grade official, and no matter how much he claims to be a local tyrant, he dare not make his carriage too ostentatious.

  Thus, the interior space was just slightly more spacious than an ordinary large family's carriage.

  It is indeed so that the carriages of wealthy families are like a luxurious small residence, enough to widen the eyes of poor commoners.

  A golden lacquered carriage bed, can accommodate three or four people sitting, with a pear wood table in the middle. The small table is exquisitely crafted and compact, with a pull-out drawer on each side, and the front and rear railings are carved with human figures and floral patterns, vivid as if it were a connected painting.

  On the wooden table were placed: a translucent jade vase, a jade cup as beautiful as an autumn moon, two jade stone-made chess pots, and a chessboard carved from a single piece of jade. On it were placed a few cloud-shaped pieces that didn't look like jade but seemed to be more expensive agate. The black-and-white luster on the surface of the clouds was even more dazzling than jade, like stars twinkling in the sky.

  The county magistrate's son is idle and has set up a chessboard on the small table, intending to play chess with the commoner girl.

  No!

  The county official's daughter, she had seen him once before, remembered that he was short and ugly. But now in the carriage, there were two bright figures, one on the left and one on the right, shining brightly inside the carriage, dazzlingly beautiful.

  The breathtaking scene in front of me is beyond words.

  Huā Yù Yán didn't know if she was ignorant or had never seen such a stunning beauty before.

  Only on the left side, a man in blue robes sat upright with a jade cup in his hand. A luxurious silk fabric trailed to the ground, without embroidered flowers, birds, or clouds, but made of the finest ice silk. In the absence of light, the fabric itself shone like starlight on a lake's surface, dazzling and piercing. The yellow-white jade belt around his waist was like a swift and fleeting shadow in a vast blue expanse.

  Her face is like jade, her appearance is comparable to Pan An. Her two sword-like eyebrows are as good as two heavy ink and green dye, elegant and refined, heroic and majestic.

  Her eyes are like the azure of the sky, deep and comparable to a pool of autumn water.

  He is a man who appears to be elegant and refined, yet also somewhat cunning and worldly-wise.

  Just look at this dress, even if there is no jade on his body, it's hard to cover up his extraordinary origin.

  Not a royal nobleman, but must be a great minister of the imperial court.

  As a stranger suddenly rushed into the car, this man not only didn't show any signs of surprise, but his eyebrows slightly raised and his thin, good-looking lips curled up with a hint of amusement, as if whoever came in, even if it was someone rushing in with a big knife right now, was just like watching a play to him.

  So profound and unfathomable, it inspires awe in one's heart.

  If it weren't for the white-clothed man on her right, Hua Xixi thought that just this blue-shirted man alone would be enough to make her think that he was the most handsome among all men for her entire life.

  Unfortunately, today, for some reason, they, mother and son, had exceptionally good luck, and deliberately put the two most handsome men in the world right in front of her.

  At this glance, she saw the infinite blue with wind and flowers, and the white that transcended the dust of the imperial capital on her right, making her suddenly understand what it means to have a world beyond the sky.

  Three thousand strands of hair, as black as ink, fell quietly onto the snow-white robes like a painting. The man's skin was even more translucent and snowy white than his spotless white clothes, so white that it seemed to be made of celestial dust, evoking an upward gaze of admiration.

  Thick and slender eyebrows, extending to the temples, slanting into the hairline, majestic without being angry.

  Her eyes were like a pool of deep, dark ink, as if a single drop of ink had seeped into a profound and bottomless lake. As I gazed deeper, I felt my seven spirits and six souls being drawn in, all in an instant. I lost all sense of direction, unaware of the world around me.

  Monster, real monster.

  Must calm down and gather one's true energy, only then can one suppress the turmoil stirred up by the evil spirit in one's heart.

  The most infuriating thing is that this man, born with a wicked heart, just like her youngest son, will never know the magnitude of his guilt, and instead carries an air of detachment and indifference as if he's looking down on the world from above.

  The left hand's joints are clear and good-looking, with the middle finger holding a black piece that falls into the grid in the middle of the chessboard.

  Bang.

  The crisp and clear falling sound told her that Huayu's beauty was just a fleeting illusion.

  A big official who looks down on everyone and everything.

  Huā Yù Yán Sù Yán

  "Mani, sister, whose car did we hijack?!"

  "Mother." On the branch, Huāng Róng saw that she hadn't moved for a long time and was anxious to scratch her ears. Before Mother's command, he hastily jumped down from the branch.

  This kid may not be good at studying, but his kung fu skills are top-notch, just like Huayu's. The small wooden ball flew into the air, spinning like a top for over a dozen times before landing safely with a thud on the carriage board.

  The cart driver witnessed with his own eyes the child's lightness skills comparable to those of a gymnastics prince, and his two eyes became even more protruding and round: Where did this kid come from, little bandit?!

  Two small hands patted the buttocks, crawled up and drilled into the carriage, one hand grasped the hem of mother's clothes: Mother, I've come to support you!

  Huā Yùyán was aware that something was amiss in the carriage and wanted to leave. Before she could, her son arrived.

  "Mother." To Hanae Kusunoki, who was oblivious to danger, as long as she was by her mother's side, she thought it was the safest place, and her smile was a feast for her eyes.

  At the same time, drinking tea halfway through, due to Huā Yù Yán's sudden intrusion, they had to pause. Yún Chén Jǐng realized that this incoming woman was a female bandit, dressed in black, with a slender and delicate figure, evenly proportioned bones, a beautiful framework. Unfortunately, such a beauty turned out to be an evil-doing bandit. What's even more unfortunate is that this beauty didn't know what's good for her, and she flew into their carriage like a moth to flame.

  Little did he know that Yun Chenjing might still have some tender feelings in his heart, but the white-clothed "Wan Ye" beside him didn't have any such thoughts.

  This beauty will probably be executed by "Wan Ye" in the end.

  Just as they were about to continue drinking the fragrant tea from the good clouds, another black shadow suddenly flashed into their compartment.

  This time, it can be said that he was greatly surprised.

  I've heard of all sorts of robbers, but I never knew that nowadays' robbers have gone over the limit.

  Isn't this kid six years old?

  The man in the blue shirt in front of him winked at himself, and the more he winked, the more it seemed like he was flirting with himself. Huā Mù Róng slightly wrinkled his nose: I know my little face is too demonic, it's a disaster, but this uncle is too weird, can see his hidden small face even through the black cloth?

  Xiao Jie is calm and unhurried, sitting in his youthful years, but also a fact of being a bandit. Yun Chen Jing sighed: "Nowadays, the world is getting worse, even children as young as a few years old don't know that getting rich depends on hard work, and instead use banditry to make a living, it's pitiful and lamentable."

  What's the point of being so meticulous? Huamu Rong couldn't understand, but she alone understood that what they said was not about her and her mother, a surge of righteous indignation rose up in her chest.

  He and his mother became bandits somewhere?

  Don't talk nonsense!

  The pretty little eyebrows suddenly angrily raised two eight-character eyebrows: "We are not bandits, my mother is here to rob people!"