After being reborn as Wang Baochuan's sister, she decided not to persuade her

Chapter 162

The man was wearing the traditional clothes of the grassland tribes, with a blue top and trousers. The embroidery on the clothes was lifelike, and the pattern of auspicious clouds billowed on the hem of the clothes. His hair was braided and tied on the top of his head. The crown inlaid with gold and jade looked very impressive.

This place is not like a warehouse, but rather a bedroom, with a big bed inside and brand new tables and chairs outside, and even a pot of tea on the table. The materials used can be seen from the owner's care.

The lady boss said so much, but the man remained silent, like a puppet.

The proprietress put her arms around his waist, she didn't seem to care that he didn't respond, and the proprietress buried her face in his generous chest.

After a long time, there was a faint sobbing sound.

"Don't worry, I will save enough money and go to Xiliang to avenge you."

The voice was a little hoarse, with a strong crying voice.

On the roof, the figure following her looked down through the uncovered tiles.

He frowned, and his pupils constricted when he saw the man.

Inside the house, the proprietress hugged the man and buried her head in his chest. When she raised her head, the cloth on the man's chest was already wet.

The proprietress picked up the handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were full of nostalgia, and a pair of beautiful eyes concealed a touch of sadness.

The proprietress reached out and touched the man's cheek. The past was vivid in her memory, and she seemed to be caressing his face again.

Then, she pursed her lips.

She said, "I'll go first."

The proprietress turned around, picked up the long robe on the chair and draped it over her body, then picked up the oil lamp, looked back reluctantly, locked the door, turned and left.

The people on the roof suppressed the shock in their eyes, followed behind the proprietress silently, and then returned to their positions.

However, the shock brought to him by the proprietress could not calm him down for a long time.

The next day, Wang Yinchuan had just washed up when he heard the faint voices of people outside.

She goes to the door.

I saw the proprietress smiling all over her face, standing outside the door, holding a tray in her hand, and on the tray, there were a few dishes of side dishes and a bowl of well-cooked white porridge.

Wei Ting stood in front of her, his expression was not very good.

The proprietress originally had a look of embarrassment and distress on her face, but when she saw Wang Yinchuan, her eyes lit up.

"Hey, Mrs. Xie, it just so happens that you're awake." The proprietress bypassed Wei Ting who was blocking her, and walked in with a smile on her face, "You came from Chang'an all the way. Landlord's friendship, no, last night I heard that you are not used to the food here, so I made porridge for you early in the morning, and Master Xie said that you are not awake yet, afraid that I will disturb you."

"Try it quickly and see if it suits your appetite."

The proprietress was very enthusiastic and put the steaming porridge on the table.

Wei Ting frowned slightly, and winked at Wang Yinchuan.

don't drink.

The proprietress was too enthusiastic, obviously deceitful.

Wang Yinchuan shook his head slightly, signaling him to be at ease.

Wang Yinchuan walked over, with a faint smile on his lips, and sat down on the stool.

The proprietress said, "Try it quickly, I just told the chef to make it today, and I don't know if it suits your appetite."

Wang Yinchuan picked up the spoon, lowered his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Since it's made on purpose, it should be delicious no matter what."

Hearing this, the proprietress covered her lips with a handkerchief and laughed, "Ma'am, you speak so nicely, I'm so worried!"

Wang Yinchuan smiled, turned to look at Wei Ting behind him, and said, "It's not easy for you to open a shop, how can I drink you for nothing."

"Wei Ting, give me the money quickly."

Wei Ting took off the purse from his waist, took out a few copper coins from it, and put them on the table. The proprietress smiled a bit, "If that's the case, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

"Madam, please drink slowly. If you have anything to do, just call me, and I won't bother you."

Wang Yinchuan smiled and said, "Go slowly."

The proprietress was graceful and graceful, walked gracefully, walked to the door, closed the door, and smiled at them.

The footsteps gradually faded away, Wei Ting frowned, walked to the table and put the tray aside.

"Don't drink."

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Wang Yinchuan leaned on his arm and said, "Looking at her, she doesn't seem to be trying to harm me."

Over there, Wei Ting was about to pull out a silver needle to test whether it was poisonous.

Suddenly, there was a mournful bird song outside.

Wei Ting frowned, and walked to the window, ignoring the porridge in his hand, and opened it.

After a while, a figure came in silently from the window.

A man dressed in ordinary clothes like a passer-by knelt on one knee in front of the two of them.

"what's up?"

"My lord, something is wrong with the proprietress."

At this time, Wei Ting just inserted the silver needle into the bowl, he and Wang Yinchuan looked at each other, and said, "Tell me."

The man recounted exactly what he saw last night.

When talking about that man, the shock on his face resurfaced, "That man is not a living person at all, but a lifelike wood carving that can almost be mistaken for real!"

"Everything the proprietress said was to a wooden statue!"

At this time, Wei Ting just took out the silver needle from the bowl, the silver needle has not changed color, it is still as clean as new.

He frowned and put away the silver needle.

Wang Yinchuan also frowned slightly, and looked at him.

"Are you sure that what you relayed is what the proprietress originally said?" Wang Yinchuan asked.

"Yes, ma'am." The man on the ground said.

Wang Yinchuan said to Wei Ting, "That man sounds like her deceased husband."

Wei Ting nodded, "She also said that she wanted to avenge him... that person is dead. She opened this store to save money and then avenge him."

"And it was the saving money she said became the reason for her to open this black shop."

What kind of revenge requires saving money?
Shouldn't ordinary people secretly observe their enemies, improve their strength, and then look for opportunities to take revenge?

What kind of hatred must be spent on money?
Wang Yinchuan pondered, "There is another point, that man is wearing Mongolian clothes."

The proprietress made a wood carving, it must be to commemorate the man, to express lovesickness, so the man's clothing must also be determined according to the man's clothing during his lifetime.

And according to the men's clothing described by the dark guard, it can be seen that men were either rich or noble during their lifetime.

The distinct hierarchy of Mongolian tribes can be expressed through clothing. Only wealthy families, or high-ranking officials and nobles can use gold inlaid jade as hair crowns.

The man wore gold inlaid jade on his head.

Royal blue tops are also commonly worn by nobles.

Since the late husband was either rich or noble, the proprietress must have had a noble status.

Wang Yinchuan suddenly had a guess in his heart.

(End of this chapter)