The reborn prostitute will turn the sky

Chapter 314

Under the setting sun, the tall palace gate looked very lonely. A figure was standing by the gate. Just as he was about to lift his foot, he heard the words that life and death would never meet again. A woman with heartless words.

The woman's back was facing him, her exquisite figure was wrapped in a black gown, her hair was coiled up, tied up with a golden dragon-carved hairpin, she looked very neat and refreshing, and she still had a bit of a daughter's charm.

His face hesitated, looking at her back, his eyes were a little painful, he pursed his lips, but still held back his words, looked away, looked outside the door, sighed slightly, and said: "I'm leaving, you Take care of yourself."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the room and left with great strides.

When he walked away, the woman turned her head, the red lotus on her brow moved, she looked in the direction of his departure, her phoenix eyes were filled with crystal tears, she blinked twice, and the big tears rolled away When she got down, she stretched out her hand and caught the tears.

In the setting sun, the tears revealed a cold light, piercing her heart like a sword.

She clenched her palms tightly and wiped away her tears. Her eyes showed a cold light, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I will abandon those who abandon me."

A ray of light shot out from her eyebrows, piercing like a star.

The proprietress flicked her hand away and looked at Wang Chenyang with surprise in her eyes. She opened her mouth slightly and said nah, "You, you are?"

Wang Chenyang looked at the proprietress puzzledly, and asked, "What happened?"

The proprietress was still chanting, looking at Wang Chenyang, after hesitating for a long time, she said: "Your past life was not simple, but unfortunately I only saw the tip of the iceberg, I'm sorry, so I can't say anything more."

Seeing the proprietress' expression, Wang Chenyang knew that what she just calculated must not be simple, she frowned slightly, and still did not give up and asked: "Dare to ask the proprietress, if you have calculated something, why can't you tell me?"

Seeing her reluctance, the proprietress just sighed silently and said: "This is your fate, I can't reveal much, all of this is fate, guest, you just have to obey your fate."

But Wang Chenyang sneered after hearing this, and said: "Fate, I never believe in fate."

Seeing the contempt on her face, the proprietress smiled softly and said, "If the guest doesn't mind, how about I tell a story for the guest?"

Wang Chenyang naturally knew the proprietress' intentions, but she didn't think that she would change her opinion because of a word from the proprietress, but she still nodded: "Please tell me."

The proprietress showed her face, and said in a leisurely tone: "Xiang Rugu has been open for 50 years this year. The reason why it is called Xiangru is because as long as it is made by Xiangru, it will not deteriorate even after 50 years. .”

Seeing the confident look of the proprietress, Wang Chenyang had no doubts. Only a confident person can say such a thing. She followed the proprietress's words and said, "It must be the result of Xiangru's conscience."

Unexpectedly, the proprietress shook her head, and she said: "Not necessarily, there is another reason."

"What's the reason?" Wang Chenyang asked.

The proprietress looked at Wang Chenyang, and said with a faint smile: "In addition to the basic raw materials, to make incense powder, we also need to remove a drop of tears from the guests, lovesickness, and infatuation. As long as this is done, the incense powder we make will Powder can be stored for a long time."

Listening to the proprietress's words, Wang Chenyang only felt it was very funny, tears were understandable, but lovesickness and infatuation were invisible and intangible, how to get them?
Seeing Wang Chenyang's skeptical attitude, the proprietress still said calmly: "Ask what love is in the world, and teach people to make promises between life and death. The word love is difficult to understand, and it will last forever in the world. It's the best."

Wang Chenyang remained silent. Hearing the solemn tone of the proprietress, it didn't look like she was joking. She fell silent, looked at the proprietress quietly, and waited quietly for her to continue.

The proprietress poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and continued: "I have been making incense for 50 years, and I have received countless guests. In the tenth year, I once received a special guest."

"What kind of special method?" Wang Chenyang asked strangely.

The proprietress raised her eyes slightly, with a smile in the corner of her eyes, and said, "Let me think about it, I remember when I first saw him, it was a rainy day."

When autumn just entered that year, the weather was very cold, and the fallen leaves had already fallen, spilling all over the ground, and the wind blew, rolling the ground, making a whining sound.

A man came with a piano on his back, his face was pale, and the cold wind was blowing, but he didn't feel it at all. He was still walking until he reached the store where Xiangru was.

She walked into Xiangru, the wind chimes on the door rang loudly, a young woman came out from the inner hall, saw the man coming in, she greeted happily: "A guest is here, if you need anything, please tell me."

The man stared at the young woman with cold eyes, like a deep pool, like a dead fish, staring at the young woman with some fear.

The young woman forced a smile and said to the man, "What does the guest need?"

The man spoke, his voice was a bit cold, and he said to the young woman, "I don't know."

The young woman didn't mind at all, she still smiled warmly and said, "So that's it, how about it, I'll take you to meet our lady boss, maybe she will know what you need?"

The man did not refuse, but nodded and said, "Please lead the way."

Looking at the man's appearance, he seemed to be a regular customer. The young woman was a little puzzled, but she didn't say anything, but warmly welcomed the man in.

The man was taken to a room, and the door was pushed open. Inside the door was covered with white curtains, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He walked in, pushed aside the heavy curtains, and saw a lamp on the couch, and there was a beautiful woman Sitting there on his knees, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "The guest is here, please sit down."

The woman made a gesture of invitation, and the man was not polite. He sat down directly, looked at the woman opposite, and asked with a pale smile, "Are you Xiangru's old proprietress?"

"You can say that," the proprietress smiled lightly, raised her eyebrows, and asked him, "Seeing that your eyebrows are firm, you already know what you want, don't you?"

The man was slightly stunned, but shook his head and said, "No, I don't know. I never know what I need, so I always miss something. I only know how to cherish it when I know I lost it. Unfortunately, it's too late."

The proprietress was stunned for a moment, looked at the man, and asked: "From the tone of your words, it seems that you are a person with a story. If you don't mind, can you tell me?"

The man hesitated for a moment, but still smiled and said: "If it is possible, I really hope this is just a story, and it is not true."

(End of this chapter)