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

Chapter 42
The cloth of those clothes is worn out and rough, even maids like Lianqiao can't wear them. It's hard to imagine how Wang Baochuan, who has delicate skin, endured the poor quality of the coarse clothes and wore them for so long.

Lianqiao asked, "Do you want to throw it away?"

In fact, although the clothes are worn out and rough, they are clean without any patches. If they are left behind by poor people, they will be happy for a long time to get such a clothes.

Wang Yinchuan took a rough look and said, "Keep it."

Lian Qiao was surprised, and stared at Da Dao, "Keep it? Will the second lady still wear it in the future?"

Wang Yinchuan kept silent and just waved her hand. Seeing this, Lianqiao suppressed the confusion in her heart and carefully put it into the box according to her instructions.

After she came back, Wang Yinchuan suddenly called out to stop her.

"Miss, what are your orders?"

Wang Baochuan, "The magpie in Xiangfu has made a mistake recently and has become a rough servant girl. Baochuan may not be able to adapt to the life without a personal maid by her side. You should go to Xiangfu to take care of her for a few days."

Lian Qiao lowered her eyebrows and said respectfully, "Yes."

Wang Yinchuan put down the teacup in his hand, and said, "You have been by my side for many years, you have always been clever, and you have known Magpie for many years, you must also know that she was punished for usurping her master."

Lianqiao lowered her head even more respectfully, "Yes, I know that I will never let that kind of thing happen again, and I will do everything for the sake of the second lady's reputation. Also, I must report the truth to you, young lady."

A slight smile appeared on Wang Yinchuan's lips, "Okay, I know you are loyal, don't worry, if you run on both sides, the regular money here will also be given to you."

Forsythia's mood rose instantly, and she nodded cheerfully, "Thank you, miss!"

When Wang Baochuan finally finished washing, it was already after noon.

Red embroidered myrobalan skirt with a hem that drags the floor, and a girdle around the waist, outlining the narrow waistline. The beautiful figure is hidden under the outer cover of the transparent pink sleeve shirt. The porcelain is as white as jade, and the delicate and smooth skin is faintly visible. .Exquisite make-up, untouched but red lips, peach-blossom eyes and brows, are breathtaking.There is only a silk flower on the cloud temple, and a gold jade hairpin wrapped in silk is inserted obliquely. The simple decoration makes people look extravagant and compelling, like a peony that is beautiful and heavenly, and is about to bloom. The cheeks are flushed, like The fiery cloud in the sky.

"elder sister."

Wang Baochuan came out of the bathroom with the support of Lianqiao. The misty mist in the bathroom released and bloomed behind her, like a beauty flying in the clouds in a body search, like green bamboo after rain, straight and emerald green The branches are dewy, fresh and fragrant.

Wang Baochuan smiled brightly, his already all-powerful physique was a little bit more aroused because he was staring at someone.

Even though my younger sister grew up with her, she was still slightly absent-minded at this moment.

It was stunning in an instant, stunned, and never forgotten.

No one in the capital can match it.

Wang Yinchuan said, "Very well, although I have lost some weight and dressed up a bit, it still looks good. Compared with before, there is almost no difference."

"Fortunately, the strong wind outside the city didn't blow your delicate face rough and sallow, otherwise mother will be sad again."

Wang Baochuan smiled and said, "Really? I thought..." She stretched out her hand and touched her face, "I thought I was going to be worse than before, and I was going to become an old woman."

She stayed outside the city for more than half a month. There was no bronze mirror, only the stream occasionally reflected her face. She couldn't believe that she had turned into such an old and desolate appearance now, just like a peasant woman in the field. As time goes by, she won't take pictures of the appearance she used to have.

"You are only fifteen, no matter how rough your life is, it will definitely not be as exaggerated as you said." Wang Yinchuan stepped forward and took her hand, "Let's go, Mom and Dad are still waiting for me to take you back Woolen cloth."

"Yeah!" Wang Baochuan nodded. Although she was a little afraid of her father, the thought of her family accepting Xue Pinggui made her fears tinge with sweetness.

Xiangfu.

Just as Wang Yinchuan brought Wang Baochuan to the mansion, the young servant saw two people and trotted towards Mrs. Wang's residence in the inner mansion.

"Madam, Miss San is back! Miss San is back!"

The dull atmosphere was broken in an instant by the joyful shouts of the servants, and the whole Xiangfu rejoiced, as if some important person had come, and became full of vitality again.

Before the two could reach, Mrs. Wang walked out quickly to greet them. The mother and daughter stood facing each other with a distance, tears streaming down their eyes in an instant.

Mrs. Wang's voice was choked up, and she said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I lost so much weight."

Wang Baochuan's eyes were red, he sniffed, and said, "Mother..."

Weeping, Wang Baochuan trotted into Mrs. Wang's arms. The mother and daughter embraced each other and wept. The sobbing sound moved everyone present.

"Mom, it's cold outside, go in and talk."

The two hugged and cried for a long time, and Wang Yinchuan reminded them.

Only then did Wang Baochuan withdraw from his mother's warm embrace, "Yes, mother, let's go in and talk."

"Okay, okay, I haven't seen Baochuan for a long time, and my mother must have lost her composure." Mrs. Wang tried her tears with a handkerchief, took Wang Baochuan's hand, and the mother and daughter wanted to bring them into the house.

Inside the room, Wang Yun was sitting on a chair. As soon as the mother and daughter entered the door, they saw Wang Yun holding a book and looking a bit unhappy.

The whole body is filled with low air pressure. If you have been in a high position for many years, if you are not happy, it will give people a sense of deterrence without anger and self-defense, and the oppressive people's scalp will go numb.

Wang Yun looked down at the scroll without raising his head, as if he didn't care who came back at all, as if the shouts in the prime minister's mansion just now had nothing to do with him, and he was just looking at his own affairs.

Wang Baochuan paused when she saw Wang Yun. To be honest, she was afraid of her father since she was a child. Although her father didn't talk often, he was very strict. Wasn't he punished for copying books?

As a result, Wang Baochuan felt a little nervous when he saw his father's obviously in a bad mood.

Wang Baochuan swallowed his saliva and said, "Father..."

Wang Yun: "Hmph."

The voice sniffed out of his nose, indicating that he heard it, but he didn't want to face her at all.

Wang Baochuan became even more nervous, pursing his lips, not knowing what to say.

Thoughts surged, Wang Baochuan thought, since he agreed to return home, shouldn't he agree to be with Pinggui?Presumably it was because he had punished himself in the past and made a fuss.

Thinking of this, she said again, "Father, I'm back."

Wang Yun seemed to have just heard her daughter's words, and raised his head from the book with dignity, and gave her a faint look with his old and hale eyes, "I know you are back, if you make mistakes again in the future, I will never tolerate it."

(End of this chapter)