Nodded, Yun Qingyao stopped talking and looked out the window silently. She looked at Pipixia and Yinshan Sanxiong in a daze. She couldn't help but sigh and sigh, if Yun Qingbai was born as a woman, she would be a peerless beauty who was fascinating to the whole country.

But Yang Qing didn't say anything, and the four of them cooperated with silence, and the atmosphere in the car was silent for a moment.

Yang Qing was bored, so he simply closed his eyes and rested.

Yang Qing thought he already knew the identity of this woman, extraordinary and unappropriate, and her manners were elegant and exuding a sense of dignity. The two maids alone were in the Zifu Realm. Asked which clan had such strong strength, he concluded that Yun Qingbai was not the daughter of princes and nobles, but the princess of a country!

Her surname is exactly the same as that of Yungang. If she might be fine, she is the princess of Yungang. In this way, why she hides her identity will be logically explained. Naturally, she does not want to attract attention and cause unnecessary trouble. After all, she is the lord of a country, and her noble identity is there.

Thinking of this, Yang Qing couldn't help but look at Yun Qingyao for a few more times, thinking that what is the real name of this princess?

At this time, Yun Qingyao, who had been watching the scenery outside the window, looked slightly above her face and glanced at Yang Qing with a faint look, mixed with unknown meaning.

"Young Master, let me tell us about the Dongzhou election. We have heard of it a little, and I don't know anything about the details." Yang Qing was not guilty and met Yun Qingyao's gaze without any hesitation, and his tone was filled with a smile.

"The quota for the Dongzhou election is once every thirty years, with only one hundred each time, and only twenty people can be selected. There is even a cruel fact that there are less than seventy people who can truly reach the Dongzhou election alive. In other words, the journey to Dongzhou is extremely dangerous, so I am not merciful to carry you, but just seeing that your level is not low and helping each other." Yun Qingyao's expression was cold and his tone was indifferent.

Yun Qingyao's implication is very obvious. Dongzhou has a long and dangerous journey. She carries Yang Qing and her group, and if she encounters a crisis, their strength is also needed. If the caravan's overall strength is improved, the journey will be much smoother.

"And after we arrived in Dongzhou, we would have parted one by one, right?" Yang Qing said. There are no real good people in the world. This time, if you want to say something nice and help each other, it is just a process of mutual use. Yun Qingyao said that it is not clear whether it is the former or the latter.

"Natural." Yun Qingyao replied, adding immediately, "If you meet in the election, you don't have to sympathize with it."

In this way, Yang Qing didn't say anything anymore and continued to close his eyes and rest. Pipixia and Yinshan Sanxiong were still silent. The owner spoke without their share of the matter.

The road was bumpy, and although the carriage was bumpy, it was moving much faster than walking. In this way, the carriage suddenly stopped after bumping all the way.

"Why did you stop?" Pipixia asked, stretching her neck and looking at the groom driving in front.

"Young Master, there is a team of people in front of you." The groom seemed to have not heard Pipixia say, which made Pipixia a little depressed.

"People, get off the car and take a look." Yun Qingyao said, and got off the car first, then Yang Qing and his group followed.

I saw several horses eating grass slowly in the jungle next to the road ahead, and a luxurious carriage parked domineeringly in the middle of the road, just blocking their way, so the groom had to stop.
Chapter completed!