She sat down at the table in the innermost part of the tea house.

and lowered his cloak.

As she guessed, it was a middle-aged woman.

The woman had her hair styled in an ordinary bun, and she lightly applied some powder to her face.

Her features were delicate and elegant, her face well-proportioned and refined.

She must have been a breathtaking beauty in her youth. Since she sat down, she ordered a cup of tea and nothing else.

Then he sat there quietly, turning his head to gaze towards the direction of Baimang Grand Canyon in the distance, looking lost in thought.

From her, there emanates an air of tranquil elegance.

As quiet and secluded as orchids in a hidden valley.

This made Yang Ruqing glance at him a few more times.

"Hey child, look at that woman over there,"

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Yang Ruqing kicked Luo Fengtang's foot under the table.

Luò Fēng Táng raised his head.

He had been intently eating the meat buns that Yang Ruqing had just clipped for him, his heart and eyes filled with happiness, he didn't pay attention to anything else.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"Woman, there's a woman sitting over there." Yang Ruqing said in a low voice.

Luò Fēng Tǎng simply refused to look, shaking his head and saying, "No."

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No matter if Qinger is by his side, his eyes will never linger on the women around him.

No matter how beautiful or old that woman is.

Yang Ruqing was surprised, and then she immediately understood what he meant.

"Silly boy, I told you to just look! Hurry up!"

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She was under the table and lightly kicked him.

He felt a little down, but he had to turn his head and follow her gaze.

At that glance, he was stunned.

My eyes couldn't tear away for a moment.

Then the woman over there suddenly moved.

Luo Fengtang quickly turned around, burying his head down. He held a steamed bun in his hand but didn't take another bite anymore.

A blue figure is approaching this way.

The woman put her cloak back on and slowly walked out of the teahouse.

Through the crowd, she passed from beginning to end.

But in her eyes, it seemed she could not see any of them.

The surrounding clamor and bustle were alien to her, as she walked in her own solitude and memories. The shopkeeper hurried to set aside his work, bowing to escort the woman onto the carriage. He watched until the procession gradually disappeared towards the direction of the Hundred Barbarian Canyon before returning to the teahouse to resume his duties.

Here, Yang Ruohong said to Luofengtang: "Do you feel that woman is a little strange?"

Luofeng Tang frowned slightly, "How do you mean?"

Yang Ruqing said, "First of all, her caravan didn't come in, only she came in."

"He didn't even finish half a bowl of tea, didn't order any food, and then left."

"Judging by her clothes, she must be a rich woman's wife."

“But this time, in April, she wasn't wearing any jewelry. Oh wait, she did have a white flower in her hair.”

Whatever you look at, it looks like a widowed woman.

“Hey, why aren't you talking?” Yang Ruqing asked.

Luo Fengtang's eyes showed a trace of entanglement.

He looked up at Yang Ruqing: "If I say it, you're not allowed to hit me."

"Pfft"

She almost laughed out loud.

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She gave him a withering look. “Am I that scary? You’re acting like I have horns! Just spit it out!”

Luo Fengtang pondered for a moment, then said, "I had a very special feeling about her the first time I saw her."

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"What's special?" Yang Ruqing asked with a smile.

Judging from her appearance, the woman is probably no more than thirty-five years old.

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Sister.

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Luo Fengtang glared at her: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I just feel like there's an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if I've met somewhere before."

At this point, he shook his head self-deprecatingly.

How could I have seen him before? This is his first time in the north.

Besides, the women he knew and had dealings with, including his third aunt and fifth aunt, could be counted on one hand.

"Eat it, while it's hot. Once we finish, let's hit the road."

He urged her with a word, buried his head and continued eating.

Yang Ruqing nodded.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Tang Yazi had never felt this kind of warmth towards anyone before. Maybe the woman was somehow connected to Tang Yazi's past? The two of them stopped wasting time and focused on eating.

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"I'm full now, I can't eat another bite of these two pancakes." Yang Ruqing patted her round belly.

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Luo Fengtang said, "It's okay if we can't finish it all. I'll take some with me and eat it later when we get hungry."

Yang Ruqing readily nodded.

Now, they are not short of money.

However, the habit of diligence, thrift, and frugality is definitely something that needs to be maintained.

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"Shopkeeper, the bill please."

Yang Ruqing beckoned to the shopkeeper over there.

Before, whenever I went out to eat with Luo Fengtang, he always insisted on paying.

From some point, the one settling the bill became her.

But she didn't feel disappointed at all.

This is the transformation of a girlfriend into a wife's identity.

Behind this lies a shift in property rights and control.

The man's military pay, all of it, was in her hands. She paid the bill, it was only natural.

Soon, the shopkeeper came.

"Two honored guests, there's no need to pay. The wife of one of you already settled the bill."

The shopkeeper smiled.

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"Ah"

Yang Ruqing was surprised.

Luo Fengtang is also.

“Shopkeeper, wouldn't you have made a mistake? We don't know the lady who just left,” Yang Ruoqing said.

The shopkeeper laughed and facing the crowd in the teahouse, said: "Everyone, don't worry about paying today. All customers who come in and out of my teahouse today will have their meals free."

"That lady, she's a bodhisattva. She covered all the expenses for the day."

On hearing this, everyone was astonished and began to discuss it.

Since everyone had received favors from that lady, it was natural to ask the shopkeeper about her background.

The shopkeeper said, "I don't know who that madam is, but ever since I opened this teahouse..."

“Every year at this time, she comes over from there.”

Every time, I'd sit for a while at my little teahouse, order a pot of tea, and drink half the pot, leaving half.

On this day every year, she pays for all the expenses of every customer who enters and leaves this teahouse.

Another gasp rippled through the crowd.

"Indeed, a great bodhisattva!"

Here, Yang Ruohong and Luofengtang also looked at each other in surprise.

I increasingly feel that the lady is like a mystery.

“If we have the chance to meet again, I will definitely express our gratitude to her.” Luofengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "If there's fate, there will definitely be opportunities to meet again."

The two of them bade farewell to the innkeeper, mounted their horses, and rode toward the vast Baman Canyon ahead.

The Hundred Man Grand Canyon is a narrow passageway nestled between two mountain ranges.

Entering the canyon, under this northern climate, the canyon was deserted.

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