bronze door

Wang Bingtong could have slept well that night, but the nightmare that haunted him every night since he was 12 years old finally stopped.Wang Qinglin's heavy and lewd panting finally stopped echoing in his ears over and over again throughout the night.

But not long after she fell asleep, she was curled up by a sudden sharp pain in her lower abdomen, which felt a hundred times more painful than a needle pricking her skin, and her internal organs felt as uncomfortable as being burned by fire.Cold sweat was pouring out of his body and forehead, and he could only hold the quilt tightly with his hands. Then his heart beat heavily, his head buzzed, and he passed out unconsciously.

In the early morning, Wang Bingtong's fingertips moved slightly but stubbornly, as if trying to grab something.The thick eyelashes began to vibrate violently as the curve of the face slowly changed, and slowly lifted up.Eyes as bright as stars in the dark night sky finally opened completely.After a moment of confusion, he quickly woke up.

Resting his forehead with his hands and recalling the scene of last night, Wang Qingtong's eyes gradually became sharper: this time the pain was more severe than before, and sure enough, he had to find the head of the Zhang family soon.After spending all these days by Zhang Qishan's side, they did not find any useful clues.It seems that he really has nothing to do with the Zhang family...

Zhang Qishan's Young Marshal's Mansion was originally rebuilt from a prince's mansion in the former Qing Dynasty, and there were gardens, rockery, pavilions and attics. Wang Qingtong found a secluded place and sat quietly, which relieved a lot of boredom.Looking up, he saw a man dressed as a servant walking towards him cautiously, looking left and right from time to time.Looking closer, she was a twelve or thirteen-year-old immature girl, with a nervous expression on her face, blushing and timidly whispering: "If you feel bored, girl, you can go out for a walk." He looked around, as if he was afraid that someone would bump into him.

Wang Qingtong smiled easily, and asked softly, "What's your name, and how long have you been here?"

"Young one, the young one's name is Feiyan, and she's new here." The little girl seemed to be more nervous than before and replied: "A few days ago, the family was short of money..."

Seeing her faltering like this, Wang Qingtong didn't say anything, got up and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

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