Fast Through the Villain, Sweet and Wild

Rong Huang smashed his mouth, childishly balled up the red hijab in his hand, and then let go.

It was a bit of fun to repeat the past like this.

Even if he didn't accept the plot, Rong Huang could guess the general idea.

At first glance, Feng Bingbing was not a favored prince.

Rong Huang's gaze fell on the sapphire beaded curtain that divided the room into two parts, inside and outside.

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

Rong Huang tilted her head, her soft white and delicate face was full of understanding.

No wonder he was sent to the bridal chamber without even paying homage, Feng Bingbing was probably half dead.

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

That's right, who wants to marry a dying person.

Only a kind and gentle beauty like her doesn't care that Feng Bingbing is a dying person.

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

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

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

The tea in the teapot was cold and tasted bad, as if it had been soaked for a long time, with a strange smell.

Rong Huang was used to delicacies from mountains and seas, so he immediately put the teacup back in disgust.

The slightly yellowish tea water swayed high with Rong Huang's movements and splashed onto the table, leaving a trace of dampness.

Rong Huang didn't care about the traces of tea on the round table, and casually threw the red hijab on the table, lifted up the cold and greasy bead curtain, and walked into the inner room.

The room was very stuffy, with an unpleasant musty smell, it must have been a long time without ventilation, Rong Huang was very upset by the smell, and he had already made a note to the people of Duan Wang's Mansion in his heart.

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

The man's complexion was unhealthy and pale, his lips were extremely pale, his eyebrows were thick, his eye sockets were deep, and his slender black eyelashes covered his eyes lightly, casting a shadow.

Rong Huang stared at the man's face for a long while, and without knowing why, she slowly stretched out a hand and put it under his nose.

The warm breath is slowly hitting the fingers, which symbolizes the signs of life.

Rong Huang breathed a sigh of relief.

Not braided yet.

Good.

pretty good.

Shui Shui watched the whole process: ...

Zhuang Tang tried to pretend to be asleep: ...

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

Rong Huang took a deep breath and immediately felt extremely comfortable.

There was a creaking sound of the door opening outside, Rong Huang glanced sideways.

She is a fierce woman who is married as a dowry.

Mrs. Wang was holding a tray in her hand and put it heavily on the round table.

She didn't see Rong Huang when she entered the door, but Mrs. Wang looked around and found Rong Huang standing by the window, her expression changed immediately, and she asked coldly, When did you untie the rope?

Rong Huang puffed her cheeks, feeling a little unhappy.

It seems that the flat fall just now didn't make her memory long.

Rong Huang closed the wooden window casually, leaving only a gap for ventilation, then raised the beaded curtain and walked outside, standing still in front of Mrs. Wang.

Seeing that Rong Huang was not afraid of her at all, Mrs. Wang immediately raised her face, What are you doing, Miss?

Her answer was a snap.

Immediately after being grabbed by the collar, there was a sharp pain in the neck.

Wang Pozi lowered her head in horror, seeing Rong Huang's broken porcelain on her neck, her fat body trembled, her whole body trembling.

Girl, are you going to kill this old slave? Mrs. Wang swallowed, her whole body trembling like a sieve, she still didn't forget to threaten Rong Huang, Don't forget that this old slave belongs to Madam.