Chapter 163

Wu Weian blinked.

After a while, he got up lightly, and before dawn, drove his carriage and left the Wu residence.

When Ji Yunxi woke up, she found that Wu Weian, who had been sleeping next to her, was gone.

Today Buzhuang opens, and Ji Yunxi is about to arrive.

She got up from the bed, and while washing under the service of the maid, she asked Baofu, "Where's Uncle?"

Baofu frowned: "My uncle left before dawn, miss, I don't think uncle is quite right."

Ji Yunxi's expression paused for a while, and she was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Baofu thought about the chuckle on his face when he pushed open the door and said, "My uncle walked away with a smile, it looks like, like, like—"

For a long time, Baofu was too embarrassed to speak his mind.

Ji Yunxi looked at her in the mirror: "Like what?"

Baofu bit his lip: "Miss, Baofu doesn't dare to say, I'm afraid you will blame me for talking."

Ji Yunxi frowned, "Speaking of which, when did I ever blame you?"

Only then did Baofu say, "My uncle laughed so hard, he looked like he was going to a private meeting with his mistress!"

Ji Yunxi, who thought that something big had happened: "..."

This is unlikely to happen to Wu Weian.

She shook her head and did not let Baofu guess any more.

When Ji Yunxi arrived, it was just a quarter of the time away.

There was a small queue at the entrance of Xiyun Buzhuang, about 20 or 30 people.

This was similar to Ji Yunxi's expectations. On the first day, everyone was watching, and it was not bad to be able to come to 20 or 30 people.

only--

Ji Yunxi passed by the team, and when he was about to go to the cloth village, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

She found that the person at the top of the line was very familiar.

It was the one Baofu said, who went to meet his mistress early in the morning before dawn.

Chapter 54 Uncle, He Is Really Not Right

In the early morning, there were twenty or thirty people queuing outside Xiyun Buzhuang. There are three or four old men, and the round steward is among them. The younger middle-aged women are about three or four.

And Wu Weian, who was at the top of the line, was too young to fit in.

Coupled with his height, he is simply a standout, and it is difficult for others to not pay attention.

The old ladies who came to line up to pick up clothes had never seen Wu Weian before.

They held me, I held you, looked up, down, left, right, left, right, and left, and said, "Xiao Langjun, are you here to pick up your clothes this morning?"

Wu Wei'an stood at the front, wearing a white brocade robe with a crescent moon and a jade crown.

He was fair-faced, sturdy, and had a gentle temperament. Standing there, he didn't look like someone who would come over early in the morning for these 200-liter clothes.

Hearing people ask, Wu Weian turned his head and showed a sincere and gentle smile on his face. He looked like a junior who was very good at talking: "Yes, old man, I will also come to pick up the clothes."

The old ladies are here in the capital, and occasionally they can see a very handsome young man on the street, and his appearance is like a fairy.

Apart from sighing with emotion, they didn't have much ups and downs in their hearts. After all, although the appearance is very good, people just want to appreciate it, but they won't really like it, and they won't want to get close.

But this little man smiled, his appearance was not as good as those of the young masters, but he was much better than the men they met on weekdays.

Moreover, Xiao Langjun looks very good when he smiles, and his figure is very good, so he is particularly attractive.

They beamed with joy, and threw them out one question after another. Wu Weian was not annoyed. He was in a good mood today and answered question by question patiently.

"Which family is Xiao Langjun? It's more than ten years this year? Can you get a wife? If you don't have a wife, it would be nice for me to have a niece."

"The Wu family, eighteen years old, married."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, Xiao Langjun, you don't believe it. My wife is very good at showing people's appearance. Your appearance is very good. Your wife is really lucky!"

"Thank you old man."

"Xiao Langjun's house seems to be in good condition, why did you come to pick up clothes so early?"

"The condition of the wife's house is really good, but mine is a little worse."

"No matter how bad it is, I can't lack your clothes? I think Xiao Langjun is a scholar. It's a good time to take the exam. You should study hard at home. You shouldn't worry about this kind of thing, let your wife worry about it. Madam's conditions No matter how good it is, if she marries you, she is your family member, how can one family speak two different things, how can you let you come over to pick up clothes by yourself in the early morning? If your wife does this, you are not afraid of being gossiped by the neighbors?" Saying this It was a woman in the crowd who had added a fat son to her family a few months ago, and her face was quite proud, "My husband is studying at home, and I absolutely can't let him do these things! Meals, the four seasons of the year, food, clothing, housing, and transportation, how can I not take care of it!"

Wu Weian smiled a little shyly, with a bit of tenderness on his face: "No way, how can my wife worry about such trivial matters as food, clothing, housing, and transportation? My wife recently went out early and returned late to open this house, and I was very worried. I'm so sorry. I came here this morning, and my wife doesn't know. This cloth shop just opened today. I was afraid that there was no one in the shop, so I came here to give the new shop some popularity. "