Be the C heroine in a famous book [Quick Transmigration]

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Facing the warm winter sun, Bosha strolled in this thin woods, her face flushed with health due to exercise.

She breathed in enjoyment, and even the cold air became comfortable.

Looking at it from another angle, although Thornfield is remote, it has excellent scenery and different scenery in four seasons. It is a beautiful picture scroll. Maybe, she can try to draw some.

In the past few worlds, although she has accumulated certain painting skills, she has not deepened her research. This time, she finally has the opportunity.

Art can always cultivate sentiment and enrich the spirit, so she can reduce the chance of cranky thinking.

Thinking about it this way, the line of sight becomes the material.

She tried to appreciate the surrounding trees and withered grass with an artistic eye, and a sudden inspiration came to her, and the smile on her face became more and more obvious.

When she walked to the frozen river, she looked down at the ice, and found that the tiny cracks seemed to have a unique color, and she was fascinated for a while.

"Ma'am, what are you looking at?" A refreshing voice sounded from the other side, she regained her senses instantly and looked up.

It turned out that this place happened to be beside a small bridge, and a young man stood on the other side.

He was tall and straight, wearing a dark flak suit, his hair was neatly combed behind his ears, and his expression was gentle and gentle. He was looking at her curiously.

"Who are you?" Bo Sha was a little curious about the identity of this man.

As Mrs. Rochester, she inevitably has to deal with people nearby.But because Rochester fell ill a few days ago, none of the neighbors came to visit them.

Now that Rochester has recovered, his foot has been injured again, and he may have to recuperate for a few days, and the time for socializing has been postponed.

"William Dent, ma'am." Across a narrow river, he bowed, with nine points of chic and one point of humor.

She smiled back and curtseyed: "Persa Rochester."

"Madam is Mrs. Rochester?" Dent immediately responded, and he asked again, "How is Mr. Rochester? Has he recovered?"

"He has recovered from his old illness, but he sprained his foot again, and I'm afraid he will have to rest for a few days." Bo Sha said helplessly.

"Oh, that's really unfortunate." Dent was surprised by Mr. Rochester's rough life, and immediately comforted her according to the etiquette.

"It's nothing, Edward will get better soon." Bosha said not distracted.

Dent glanced at her, didn't talk about the topic again, but looked down at the water again. At this time, the thin ice had been gradually melted by the sun, and it was almost invisible.

"My lady hasn't told me what I was watching just now." He asked again.

Bo Sha glanced at him in surprise, she thought the words were flirting, but she didn't expect him to be serious.

She thought for a while, and stated: "I'm looking at the cracked lines on the ice, hoping to get some inspiration for painting."

"Does Madam like painting very much?" Dent looked up at her with a trace of concentration.

"It's just an interest." She didn't say much, she's not used to exchanging shallow words.

Dent didn't ask further, but asked curiously, "Is there any other beautiful scenery around here? I'm going to live nearby for a while, and I plan to visit around."

"I don't know, sir. You know, I don't know more than you." Bosha looked at him with a smile, and then added, "However, there is a small forest nearby, which is very suitable for horseback riding and the scenery is not bad. "

Dent nodded thoughtfully, then said goodbye to her, and disappeared on the ridge not far away.

Bo Sha looked away, continued to walk back, and soon arrived at Thornfield.

When she entered the gate, she just saw the surgeon Carter going out, and Falks immediately greeted her.

"Ma'am, you are back. Mister's foot is injured, but it's okay." The butler whispered softly, with a concerned expression on his face.

"Hurt? Where is he now?" Like a good wife, she immediately became tense.

"On the recliner in the study, Mr. said he wanted to meet some people." Falks said to guide her.

Bosha immediately saw Rochester again.

He was recuperating on the recliner, and when he heard their conversation, he turned sideways and looked at the door, just in time to see her coming in.

"Edward, how are you?" She looked at him with tender concern, as if they were a loving couple.

He looked at her carefully, and saw that pair of smart eyes looking at him intently, as if deeply in love, and his heart moved.

"I'm in some pain, Mrs. Rochester." His downcast eyes looked pitiful, almost dependent.

Bo Sha frowned, she didn't expect Rochester to be so shameless that he would hit a snake with a stick.

At this time, there were still a few servants in the study, and because she hadn't spoken for a long time, she was already looking here vaguely.

"Poor Edward, where does it hurt?" A fake smile appeared on her face, and she sat down on the chair next to him.

He looked at her, at this time she had taken off her cloak, and she was wearing the light green silk dress, because he was so close, he could smell the faint warm fragrance again.

This warm fragrance seems to be rose and violet, not like perfume, but more intoxicating.

He resisted the urge to take a deep breath, leaned lightly on the recliner, and looked at her sideways: "It's just that my legs hurt a little. I feel better when you come."

Her eyes widened slightly, her face was a little stiff, and she almost didn't recognize this man.

She only knew that he was very fickle and a superficial face control, but she didn't expect that he was also thick-skinned.

She gritted her teeth and said with a smile: "That's good, Edward, I won't go out today, I will stay with you at home."

"Are you going to go out?" Rochester asked immediately.

"Yes, I'm going to walk around and drop into town." She said, looking up at him.

He immediately frowned slightly, and looked at her with black eyes intently: "A letter to Richard, your brother?"

write a letter?

Oh, she said that day that she would find out the truth about "Bo Sha"'s madness. Although no one knows the truth better than her, a letter can still be written.

Although Richard has low intelligence and a cowardly personality, he has been dominated by Rochester in the original book, but he has always cared about "Bosha" very much, and was bitten because of visiting her.

Getting in touch with him would do her more good than harm.

"Yes, I have something to ask him." She didn't deny his guess.

"You...you have to be mentally prepared, the truth can sometimes be annoying." He said, glanced at the nearby servants, and didn't say much.

Falks was sitting in the corner knitting at this time, and looked up at them, curious about his wife's family situation.

"Falkes, let them wait outside the door for a while, I will see them soon." Rochester ordered loudly at this time.

The butler immediately stood up and went outside the study.

Bo Sha looked at her back curiously, guessing who she was going to call in.

"It's the agent and the tenant, Mrs. Rochester." Rochester immediately noticed her subtle movements and explained beside her.

She turned to look at him and saw his deep black eyes looking at her.

Before she looked away, he heard him ask again, "Do you want to meet them, our agent and tenant?"

She froze for a moment, then refocused her gaze on his face.

It was approaching noon at this time, and the pale golden sunlight made the room very bright. His resolute face showed a trace of nervousness, and he looked at her with concern.

"Bosha?" Before he could answer, he frowned slightly.

She lowered her eyes, concealed her emotions, and replied, "What did I see them doing?"

"You are Mrs. Rochester, aren't you, Bosha?" he said in a low voice, looking at her delicate cheeks, "I think they would be very happy to see the mistress."

She has always been willing to act in front of outsiders, and she is committed to the stable identity of Mrs. Rochester, and this is her only chance to be kind to him.

Bo Sha looked at him, but she did not refuse.

He sat her next to him, rang the bell himself, and the agent outside the door quickly entered.

The agent first saw the new owner, Mr. Rochester, and then immediately noticed Bosha. He greeted Rochester and looked at him inquiringly.

"This is Mrs. Rochester, Lambert." Rochester frowned at him, feeling that he was not smart enough.

The agent quickly realized the host's displeasure, and immediately bowed graciously to say hello.

Rochester looked at Bosha, and discussed some business matters with the agent. These matters were handled by the old Rochester in the past, but now they are completely in his hands.

The agent was out quickly.

Seeing that she wasn't impatient, Rochester just listened intently to their conversations from time to time, and knew that she was not very disgusted, so he rang the bell again.

The other agents finished meeting soon, and they met many tenants one after another.

They were flattered by a few tenants, especially Mrs. Rochester, who were full of praise.

Although it was a bit vulgar to say that it was limited to the level of education, it managed to please Mr. Rochester and reduced their rent by [-]%, which greatly surprised and pleasantly surprised them.

All morning, their time was spent on these family matters until lunch time.

According to surgeon Carter's diagnosis, after a morning of recuperation, Mr. Rochester got better and could walk around with support.

Then, under the witness of his servant, he asked to hold Bosha's hand and go to the dining room.

"Bosha, come over a little bit, I can't reach you where you are." He was like a poor husband who was very dependent on his wife.

The servants smiled knowingly when they saw the loving masters.

Bo Sha gritted her teeth, walked over with a smile, and let him hold her shoulder.

He leaned almost his whole body on her, with one arm tightly around her shoulder, and limped towards the restaurant.

"Don't go too far, Rochester." She warned in a low voice at a corner.

He looked down at her repulsive side face, and lightened his strength, but the hand was still on her shoulder.

Fortunately, the restaurant arrived soon, otherwise Bo Sha would have to kick his wound.

She barely resisted the violent impulse, removed the "dog skin plaster" and let him sit on the dining chair.

Then she straightened up quickly and walked quickly to sit down opposite him.

"Falkes, let's serve, I'm hungry." Bosha said with a smile.

The butler quickly carried out the order, and hearty delicacies were served one after another.

She focused all her attention on the food, and sure enough, her mood improved a lot, and her irritable mood quickly dissipated.

"Bring this dish to Madam." Rochester ordered the servant Bamber.

Bambor immediately put the roasted pigeon in front of Bosha, making her pause and look towards the other side questioningly.

"Bosha, roasted squab is the chef's specialty, it tastes good, you can try it." Rochester looked at her and said.

"Thank you, Edward, but I'm already very full." She looked away and ate another lamb chop without touching the chef's special dish.

Seeing that she still repulsed him so much, Rochester's eyes darkened, but he had no choice but to finish his lunch without appetite.

After dinner, Bosha curtseyed, said goodbye to him with an elegant smile, and disappeared from his sight.

Sitting at the dining table, he heard her and Falks talk about taking a lunch break, and then went upstairs with light steps.

The afternoon sun hangs high in the sky, casting wispy light, trying to warm the cold earth, but the effect is not good.

When the sun slanted into Thornfield, Bosha woke up.

She rang the bell, came out of the warm blanket, put on the dress warmed by the fireplace with the help of the servant, and walked downstairs slowly with the afternoon laziness.

When she walked to the corridor outside the lounge, she heard a conversation coming from the study, and her footsteps stopped.

The identity of the visitor should be different from the one in the morning, because she heard a burst of laughter. This laughter did not belong to Rochester, but belonged to a strange man.

To be able to relax so much in front of Rochester, there must be no big difference in status,

Therefore, this person must be a friend of Rochester.