Seeing Yinjiagou, the 100-person horse team gradually slowed down and ran for several hours. Even if the horse could bear it, people could not bear it. Although they were all martial arts practitioners, not everyone was good at equestrianism. After running like this for a long distance, they would naturally have some sore waists and numb legs.

When I heard the sound of resting in front of me for a while, waiting for Lord Wang's orders, many men dismounted, stomped their feet and fisted, and exercised their muscles.

Those who have been riding horses all year round naturally stand aside and watch jokes after getting off the horse.

Jiang Baochan was wearing soft golden silk armor inside, carrying the newly built Chengyue, each with a knife and a piece of armor, which totaled nearly 300 kilograms. Not to mention that he complained repeatedly, even the horse riding under him could not stand it. After a break, the other horses were eating grass leisurely, only the one under Jiang Baochan stood there, panting heavily.

There was that guy, and when he saw the huge weapons behind Jiang Baochan, he was very curious, and he said that since everyone was in the same team, he naturally wanted to take this opportunity to take a look.

Before leaving the house, the little marquis lit a pockmark with an eyebrow pencil, for fear that someone would see it, so he asked Jin Zhu to draw a thick eyebrows for him and put a big beard. In front of him was a man in his thirties with a numb face with thick eyebrows and a long beard.

With the coarse cloth clothes I deliberately changed into, it was completely a poor customer or simply a guard of the hospital.

Originally, such a person would not attract any attention if he threw him into the crowd, but the precious sword behind him was too eye-catching. Although it was wrapped in cloth, it could be judged from the shape of the wrapping. It was definitely a knife, and it had to be a heavy sword that ordinary people could not handle.

Seeing someone coming to borrow, Baochan refused, but it was a bit too unkind to borrow directly. He had to make up a brief explanation for the master's explanation that the knife would be exposed to blood when it was unsheathed.

However, judging from the expressions of each person, he obviously did not believe it.

The little marquis originally thought that these people would stick to each other and continue to get entangled. However, they obviously thought too much. Except for some people who occasionally glanced at each other with curiosity, most of them greeted each other, returned to their horses, took off their water bags, squatted on the side of the road and started drinking in small sips.

They occasionally glanced at the little marquis, and the little marquis was also looking at them quietly.

The few people from the Zhang family, except for the horse-faced man who has been with the side of the prefect Zhang all year round, are all new. The Wang family didn't know what they thought, but only one person came, but fortunately, Baochan also looked familiar. He couldn't remember clearly the shopkeeper who was in charge of the Wang family's store. He only vaguely remembered that this person looked gentle on weekdays, and he didn't expect to know some martial arts. Now he carries a pair of bronze maces and looks like a master.

The Xiao family was originally a family of poets and books. When they encountered such fists, they naturally had no talent. They only came to several guards. At this moment, they were squatting in a ball and muttering something in a low voice. They were too far away and could not hear clearly.

In addition to the more than 20 people in the Guangyi Marquis' Mansion who deliberately distanced the distance, the rest should be the troops of the Xie Li family and Ma family.

Originally, the Xie family should have been easy to defend themselves. After all, although Xie Wenzhan was not welcomed, Baochan once saw her occasionally with her mother when she went back every year. Although she had fewer contacts after her mother passed away over the years, she probably still remembered her appearance.

If Xie Wenzhan was here, as long as everyone gathered around him, whoever belonged to the Xie family would naturally be able to tell clearly.

At this time, Wang Shuo led Xie Wenzhan to more than two miles ahead. Baochan really couldn't figure out who the Xie family was.

"Hey! The man with the knife in his arms, which family are you from?" Baochan was stunned at first, and then he realized that the man with horse-faced face squatting beside him was looking at him with interest.

It is no wonder that except for the Wang family who is the shopkeeper alone, who is standing by the roadside to release water, he is the only one who stands alone on the official road, which is particularly dazzling.

Jiang Baochan's mind was very fast. Those people present might know each other, and even if they didn't know each other, they might look familiar. If he just made up someone and happened to meet someone from someone, wouldn't it be a big deal? Now he can only follow the safest way.

The little marquis glanced at the team of the Guangyi Marquis' Mansion, seven or eight feet away, and then replied in a low voice: "The little one is from the Guangyi Marquis' Mansion."

The man with horse face was amused as soon as he heard this: "Don't be big or small, I'm so tired. I said, I'm all familiar with the people of Guangyi Marquis' Mansion, but you're just looking at them. What are you doing in the Marquis' Mansion?"

"Driving the car for the little marquis in the Marquis' Mansion." As soon as he said that, Baochan wanted to give himself a slap. As expected, the horse-faced man then said, "Isn't the old bald man Jian Wuzheng who drove the car for the little marquis? When will the person be replaced?"

"Well, Jian Wuzhen usually drives the car for the little marquis. I am the one who is responsible for driving the car when the little marquis goes out for private affairs." Everyone showed a sudden look. Whose young master doesn't do anything shameful? The little marquis' carriage is so conspicuous. Jian Wuzhen's head is so bright. He can shine two miles in the middle of the night in the moonlight, so naturally it will be inconvenient.

"It turns out it's the little marquis who stick to one's own people." The man with horse face patted the side: "Come and sit down"

The people who were originally gathered around the horse-faced man moved aside, leaving a seat for the little marquis to sit down for two people.

"No wonder you didn't squat with the people of the Guangyi Marquis' Mansion. It turned out to be...why...why are you saying that... by the way, avoid suspicion!" The man with a horse face was obviously very proud of the ink in his stomach: "Brother, don't worry, you are the same with us all the way. The people in our Zhang family are all heroes, and they will definitely treat you as your own."
Chapter completed!