Rong Huang smashed his mouth, and the red hijab in his boyish hand was thrown into a ball, and then he let it go.

Repeating the past like this, it's a bit of fun to play.

Even if he didn't receive the plot, Rong Huang could have guessed it.

Feng Bing is not a favored son at first glance.

Rong Huang's gaze fell on the sapphire bead curtain that divides the house into two parts.

Penetrating the bead curtain, Rong Huang saw a person lying on the bed.

Rong Huang tilted his head, his soft white and delicate face was clear.

No wonder he was sent to the bridal chamber without even having a worship hall. Most of Feng's disease is half-dead.

Inferring from the previous state of the original owner, she should have been forced to marry.

Yeah, who wants to marry someone who is dying.

It's just such a kind and gentle beauty that she doesn't care if Feng Disease is a dying person.

Rong Huang licked his lower lip, walked to the round table and poured a cup of tea.

Rong Huang frowned as soon as his lips touched the tea.

It is late autumn now, as can be seen from the bare treetops all the way just now.

The tea in the teapot was cold and the taste was not good, as if it had been steeped for a long time, with a strange smell.

Rong Huang got used to the delicacies of mountains and seas, and immediately put the tea cup back in disgust.

The slightly yellow tea rose high with Rong Huang's movements and splashed on the table, leaving a trace of dampness.

Rong Huang ignored the traces of tea on the round table, and threw the red hijab on the table, raised his hand to lift the cold and smooth bead curtain, and walked into the inner room.

The room was very stuffy, with an unpleasant musty smell. It should have been a long time without ventilation. Rong Huang was very upset when he smelled it, and he had already written a note to the man in the palace.

Rong Huang walked to the bed a few steps and looked down at the man on the bed.

The man's complexion is very unhealthy and pale, his lips are extremely light, his eyebrows are very thick, his eye sockets are deep, his slender and black eyelashes lightly cover his eyes, and a shadow is cast.

Rong Huang stared at the man's face for a long while, somehow he slowly stretched out a hand and placed it under his nose.

The warm breath slowly hit the fingers, symbolizing signs of life.

Rong Huang breathed a sigh of relief.

Haven't gotten the braid yet.

very good.

pretty good.

Onlookers watched the whole water and water: "..."

Zhuang Tang trying hard to pretend to sleep: "..."

Rong Huang walked to the window and opened it, and the fresh air came in with a cool breeze.

Rong Huang took a deep breath, immediately feeling extremely comfortable.

There was a creak of the door from the outside, and Rong Huang glanced at it sideways.

It's a fierce woman who came to dowry.

Mrs. Wang held the tray in her hand and placed it on the round table again.

I didn't see Rong Huang when I entered the door. Old lady Wang looked around and found that Rong Huang was standing by the window, her face changed suddenly, and she asked with a cold face, "When did you untie the rope?"

Rong Huang bulged his cheeks, a little unhappy.

It seems that the fall on the ground just now didn't make her a long memory.

Rong Huang walked up the wooden window with his hand, leaving only a gap to ventilate, then lifted the bead curtain and walked to the outside, standing in front of Granny Wang.

Seeing that Rong Huang didn't shock her at all, Lady Wang immediately stretched her face, "What is this girl doing?"

Her response was a crisp crack.

He was dragged by the collar, and there was a sharp pain in his neck.

Granny Wang bowed her head in horror, and saw Rong Huang's shard of porcelain on her neck. Her fat body trembled, and her whole body was shaking.

"Girl, are you going to kill the old slave?" The lady Wang swallowed, her whole body shaken into a sieve and she didn't forget to threaten Rong Huang, "Don't forget that the old slave is a lady's person."