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

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It was a sunny spring day, and Mrs. Dent was throwing a birthday party, and Bertha was sitting in the garden, watching the other guests play games.

This is a game similar to pantomime, they play their respective roles, let the other family guess the relevant words.

Below the stage, Bertha and Rochester, the Eshtons, sat around the chairs and took charge of the crossword puzzles on the stage.

It was Mrs. Dent who came on stage at this time. She was wearing a gorgeous long dress, and several servants around her were squatting on the ground, looking very funny.

There was a lot of laughter at the scene. This show was obviously prepared for birthday stars, so everyone didn't speak at first.After Mrs. Dent had had enough of her addiction, Mr. Eshton said the answer to the riddle "Snow White."

Then came their group of performances. Mr. Eshton insisted on letting the Rochesters play the role and acting as the director himself.

Rochester looked at Bo Sha, and saw that she was smiling gracefully and did not speak, so he knew that she had no intention of refusing.

But Bo Sha immediately regretted it. She looked at the note in her hand, glanced at Rochester, and frowned.

Rochester's eyes flickered, watching her without speaking.

"Bo Sha, hurry up and change your clothes, I haven't seen you in a wedding dress yet." Mrs. Eshton smiled when she saw the answer to the riddle, and whispered beside her.

Bosha smiled helplessly, got up and went to the dressing room.

Mrs. Dent was very well prepared. With the help of her servants, Bosha changed into a pure white wedding dress, with a rose wreath on her head, and the veil was dragged on the ground for a long time. A few gasps.

At this time, Rochester also changed his clothes. His clothes were very gorgeous and full of exotic styles, and he wore a turban on his head. His role was that of an Arabian prince.

He walks up to her and invites her to the "ceremony," looking like a pious groom.

The spring sun was so bright that it shone so brightly on his dark eyes that for a moment he didn't look dark at all.

Bo Sha glanced at him, put her hand on it, and was dragged by him to the table and knelt down.Beside him Mr. Eshton in a black cloak, with a large book before him, took the place of the priest.

It was a pantomime wedding, and Bosha felt very uncomfortable because the scene was so realistic and the "groom" was so good at acting.

The moment she knelt down, she turned her head to the side and met Rochester's sight.

He seemed to be planning to smile at her, but when the corners of his mouth showed signs of rising, Bosha immediately looked away, making the smile stiff.

"Wedding." Mr. Dent's voice ended the performance.

Bo Sha stood up immediately, turned around and went back to the dressing room to change her clothes.

When she came out, she found that the situation in the scene had changed slightly. She looked around in the garden and soon found two new guests.

One of the blue-eyed gentlemen was standing next to the Dents, introducing guests to them.

William Dent is back.

Not long after, he looked this way, saw her appearance, and immediately showed a gentle smile.

"Bosha, are you okay?" He walked quickly to her side and kissed the back of her hand.

Bo Sha looked at him with a smile, replied that she was fine, and then looked at the guest next to her who had been looking at her.

"William, why don't you introduce this distinguished gentleman to me?" She glanced at the stranger, thinking that he seemed curious about her.

Then William's introduction solved her doubts. It turned out that Mr. Davis was an agent, and he represented his works at the London auction this time.

"Honorable Mrs. Rochester, your winter landscape drawing has caused heated discussions at the painting exhibition. It seems that a new technique is used on it. I wonder if this is your first creation?" Davis asked respectfully.

Bo Sha instantly understood his purpose. The agent often needs to find many potential painters, sell these painters through certain methods, and sell the paintings at a high price to make a profit.

And now, she has become the object of the agent's investigation.

"Yes, I am the first person in the world to use this technique." She thinks she can consider working with an agent, which is how many painters become famous.

As for the technique, she found it in the system.In this time and space, of course she is the first to use it, and it cannot be regarded as a lie.

When Davis heard her say this, she became more enthusiastic and asked to see her other paintings.

Unfortunately, Bosha only drew one painting this month, and she didn't want outsiders to see that portrait.Therefore, they made an appointment for the next meeting, and then they will discuss the agency matters in detail.

After the agent left, William brought her another piece of good news.

The auction was very grand, so the paintings generally sold for a high price, and Bo Sha's pair was the top few, selling for a high price of five hundred pounds.

Bo Sha herself was also surprised by this result.

Don't underestimate the five hundred pounds. Many people will never earn such a lot of money. Jane Eyre is only twenty pounds a year as a tutor.For unknown painters, this price is almost the ceiling.

No wonder Davis came to see her specially, and was willing to wait for her to draw it even though she didn't have the painting in stock.

It seems that she can put her career line on the agenda.

Originally, he only regarded painting as a way to appease "Bosha", but it was a pleasant surprise that this situation happened at this time.

While she was chatting with William, Rochester was around, looking at them from time to time with those dark eyes.

Later, he simply called William out, and he didn't know what to say. When William came back, he looked at her hesitantly.

"What do you want to say?" Bo Sha had already anticipated this moment, so she had a calm demeanor with a usual smile.

William opened his mouth, swallowed the words at last, forced a smile and said, "Bosha, I said I would wait for you, do I still have a chance?"

His blue eyes were a little fragile under the setting sun. Bosha looked at him for a moment, then smiled and said, "I've always regarded him as a friend, William."

William's eyes dimmed completely. He was silent for a moment, then turned to look at her and asked, "That man, is he that good?"

As expected, Rochester said, Bo Sha glanced at the crowd not far away, he was listening to Sir Lynn at this moment, with a serious look.

Perhaps feeling her gaze, he looked this way.

The moment they looked at each other, he was taken aback for a moment, then said something to Lynn, and walked over here.

When he walked in front of her, he was about to speak when she interrupted him.

Bo Sha turned her head and said to William, "Yes, that person is very good, even if he dies, he is still the best."

She said this intentionally to Rochester, and his thoughts could not be hidden from her eyes at all.

Why did he tell William about Eric?

It was nothing more than jealousy. He couldn't understand her gentle attitude towards William and wanted to hit him.It would be more to his liking if they could break off their friendship.

As Bo Sha expected, her words hurt William very much.He looked at her for a while, then said goodbye to her palely, and disappeared before her eyes.

Bo Sha watched his leaving back and knew that from today onwards, William and her would not be able to go back.

William left, but Rochester who stayed there was not happy.

Because of Bosha's deliberate blow, his face that was still relaxed just now became cold and hard in an instant, and he looked at her darkly with a painful expression.

At that moment, because of his pain, Bosha felt the familiar feeling of refreshment again, this time the feeling was unexpectedly strong, she almost had the urge to laugh out loud.

William could be said to be the only person she could talk to. Rochester wanted to drive a wedge between them, and successfully made her feel disgusted, so she retaliated against him.

But this feeling of revenge is too much, it must be the appearance of "Bo Sha", she immediately realized this.

In order to avoid losing control of her emotions, she could only choose to suppress it with mental power. It didn't take long for her to feel tired.

Bosha was a little surprised that this exhaustion came too fast.She looked around and found that the sun was setting at this time, so she left on purpose.

The Dents immediately asked them to stay, but the faces of the Rochesters were not very good, each paler than the other, so they could only be let go.

After bidding farewell to the owner, the carriage of the Rochester family started.

They passed through green fields, scented with grass and wild roses on the boozy breeze.Maybe it's spring, maybe it's because of exhaustion, Bosha feels a little drowsy.

Sitting opposite, Rochester immediately noticed that she was asleep.Seeing her head gradually slide down the carriage wall, she frowned.

He thought for a while, then stood up and sat next to her.The moment she slid down, he happened to catch her with his arms and gently placed her in his arms.

Bo Sha seemed to be in a deep sleep, and this level of shaking didn't wake her up. He was a little surprised, and looked down at her carefully.

At this time, she was sleeping soundly, with a faint blush on her cheeks, her clever eyes were slightly closed, her pretty nose was breathing evenly, and underneath were... her sweet lips.

When he saw this, his eyes paused for a moment, as if he remembered something, his breathing became rapid, and his throat rolled up and down.

He looked around, then lowered his head again, and gradually approached the source of sweetness.

When Bosha opened her eyes dimly, she saw someone very close to her, she immediately subconsciously pushed him away and sat up.

But maybe because she got up too fast, she suddenly felt dizzy, a feeling of nausea suddenly surfaced, and she retched.

The sound of retching was very clear, hitting Rochester like a whip, and he looked at her in disbelief.

It turned out that when he felt desperate, she could make him even more desperate.

What could be more painful than her reaction, because she loathed herself so much.It turned out that just being close could make her sick like this.

At this moment, Rochester wished that he was dead so that he could avoid this kind of desperate pain. He turned his head and looked at Thornfield who was coming, as if seeing a hell.

Bo Sha couldn't care about anything at the moment, she just felt that she was not well and was in a great blow.

A very comical fate befell her, and she threw up again the moment the carriage stopped.

Mrs. Falks was welcoming them, and when she saw her movement, she exclaimed and immediately stepped forward to help her.

Bo Sha reluctantly got out of the car, stood there to calm down, and then entered the house with the support of the housekeeper.

Rochester watched her from behind, and finally felt a little strange.

Bosha spent the night in the bedroom, barely letting herself eat something, and then she forced herself to fall asleep, ready to face the fool of fate.

Rochester stood outside the bedroom, and when Falks came out, he immediately stopped her and asked about Bosha's situation.

"Madame is already asleep, but she looks very uncomfortable." Falks looked worried.

Rochester frowned, he looked at the sky outside, and immediately ordered: "Go and fetch the doctor, immediately."

Falks was not surprised by his order, because in her opinion, if the husband loves his wife for 10 minutes, it will definitely be very tense for the lady's body.

After the butler left, Rochester stood at the window for a while, staring at the fiery red sunset in the sky, he was dazed for a while, then turned around and pushed the door lightly to enter.

At this time, Bo Sha had fallen into a deep sleep and had no response to his arrival, which made her even more worrying.

He gently sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. Compared with this afternoon, her face was a little pale at this moment, and she looked very uncomfortable.

The room was very quiet. He listened to her shallow breathing and counted the time with difficulty.