bronze door

In the south in early spring and March, the numbness of winter has faded away, the weeping willows are slightly yellow from brown and black, and the branches have become light and soft.It has a taste of "Japanese beauty, wild snow and spring color dyeing Xiangbo".

Wang Bronze knocked open gently, an ordinary family in the long stone street.

"Who are you looking for?" It was a young woman who opened the door, her voice was gentle and gentle, and her appearance was very dignified and virtuous, like jasmine in March and April, pure white and elegant, with a long-lasting fragrance.

"Second lady, hello."

"You are..." Every time Er Yuehong went out, she would tell herself to avoid strangers.But the girl in front of her looks gentle and polite. Although the smile on her face is not deep, it can make people feel inexplicably good.Inevitably, he stopped at the door and talked to her a few more words.

"Master Hong has something, let me bring it to you." Then he took out a cloth bag wrapped in a handkerchief and handed it over.

The woman reluctantly took it, but her face showed hesitation: "My master never asks a stranger to bring something back."

Wang Qingtong immediately said knowingly: "Madam, if you think it's inappropriate, I'll keep the thing for now, and I'll deliver it myself when Master Hong comes back."

"This...I'm really sorry, my master has always told me to be wary of strangers." He handed the cloth bag back rather embarrassingly.

"Ma'am is at home alone, you should be careful." Slowly put away the cloth bag, raised his eyes and saw the person inside the door, his brows were tightly frowned, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and fine cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

"What's wrong with you, aren't you feeling well?" He stretched out his hand to hold her.

"It hurts, it hurts..." It seemed that he gritted his teeth and spat out a few words.

"Do you want me to help you in to rest?" Wang Qingtong paused for a moment, then continued: "If it's inconvenient, I'll take you to a doctor for a visit?"

"No, you help me in, just take a rest." Panting intermittently, his face was very ugly.

"..."

"It's okay, you don't mind. I recognize it. The handkerchief you gave me was embroidered for my master."

"Okay, come on, be careful."

Even though Er Yuehong is meticulous and careful, his wife's thoughts are too simple and superficial.

It's a pity that now, she just closed her eyes and endured the pain, and didn't see the trace of satisfaction after the trick succeeded on Wang Bingtong's face.

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