On the Wedding Night, Ms. Cui Realized

In spring and Jingming, there are many people in Xijing who go outing and fly kites. The flowers are red and the willows are green, full of youthful flavor.

Cui Ti, a poor tile-roofed house in the south courtyard, knelt on the futon and prayed for Pei Xuan with all her heart. She didn't know that on the other side of the wall, she had become the talk of everyone.

The eldest daughter of Uncle Xining was not dead, she was still alive, she was blind!

The prime minister's wife also praised the blind girl?

A blind man, how can He De be worthy of Mrs. Pei's appreciation?

"That doesn't match what I heard." The vegetable vendor interjected in his spare time: "I've heard people say that the person Mrs. Pei really admires is the third girl from Uncle's family."

"Yes, yes, we also praised Miss Cui San."

Two groups of people quarreled.

Some people couldn't understand it, waved their hands, and said: "Stop arguing, anyway, it's the daughter of the Cui family who is being praised, does it make any difference whether it's older or younger?"

People were startled, and then they understood: Yes, don't care which one is praised, Zuo is just Cui's daughter.

The chancellor's wife Jin Kou praised her, and the value of the daughters of the Bo's family in Xining went up. After hearing the news, all the wives came to Cui's house, wanting to marry a beautiful and virtuous wife for their son.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a very good thing, but Xining Bo is not as happy as others imagined, he frowned sullenly: "You sent someone to spread those words?"

Mrs. Xiningbo scolded him for disappointment: "I followed the trend, why didn't I take advantage of the door-to-door delivery? Besides, I didn't lie, Mrs. Pei did praise Cui's daughter, but I was just confusing the public and fishing in troubled waters.

"As a father, you don't even know how to think about our Dai'er's marriage. Of course, as a mother, I have to think about my son.

"Look, with the same reputation, don't more people come to our house to propose marriage?"

There are many people who propose marriage, but there are also many people who know that he has a blind daughter.

Uncle Xining was very depressed, but his wife was busy choosing a future son-in-law and had no time to talk to him.

Everyone has their own work to do, and no one thinks of the eldest daughter who still lives in the dilapidated house.

Not at all.

Cui Dai snorted angrily and stepped into the small courtyard: "Well, Cui Ti, you have a private meeting with an outsider while this lady is still alive? The mat was spread by the wall and a person fell from the top of the wall, and the one who fell was the only son of the prime minister's family. Why am I doing this? Do you not believe it?"

She was stimulated that day, the prime minister's wife ignored her who had always been pampered, and her mother still borrowed Cui Ti's light to gild her body, attracting a group of noble ladies who wanted to get married.

How could she endure such shame and humiliation?

"Cui Ti! Get out

come out! "

The white pigeon came out holding the broom: "Miss San?"

"Where's Cui Ti?"

She came in a menacing manner, and she was accompanied by a strong woman with three or five arms and a thick waist.

The situation is stronger than people, and the white pigeon blocked the door and said: "The girl is praying."

"Pray? Whom are you praying for? I think they are cursing me to death!"

"Third Miss! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Is it for you to talk?" Cui Dai just couldn't find anyone to vent her anger, and sneered: "Tear her mouth for me, and see if she dares to talk too much."

"No, don't, third girl—"

"Wait!"

Cui Ti fumbled out of it leaning on a piece of green bamboo. She was dressed in a silk dress, elegant and graceful.

How old is she? Her chest development is far from that of fourteen-year-old Cui Dai. The more Cui Dai looked at her, the more she became angry, and she was sure that she had bewitched Pei Xuan with her beauty.

Her mother made it very clear to her that the first son of the Pei family was the most honorable son in Xijing.

First in literary talent, first in character, first in appearance, and first in family background, not to mention other things, but as the prime minister's first son and only son, he is doomed to rise steadily and have a bright future.

What's more, they have everything.

Such a talent, sooner or later, His Majesty will reuse it.

The malice in Cui Dai's eyes was undisguised: "You came just in time, your dog offended Miss Ben, now I'm going to kill her, will you accept it?"

"Dove, come here."

With a rag stuffed in its mouth, Bai Ge faltered and couldn't speak, his body struggled several times without any struggle, and his face was flushed.

Two maids on the left and one on the right pressed her firmly, and kicked her hard at the crook of the leg to make her kneel down to Cui Dai.

Cui Ti clenched the bamboo stick tightly, her lips were tightly pressed, and her thin shoulders trembled faintly.

Cui Dai was overjoyed: "I advise you to stop dreaming of flying on the branches. A house sparrow is a house sparrow, and it is destined not to be a phoenix. Think about you as a blind man. What can the Pei family's son-in-law think of you? Are you blind? Or are you blind? A father who doesn't love his mother and doesn't love him, is he a disaster star with bad luck?"

"I'm not."

"I said yes! You are the catastrophe! You see how pitiful your maid is, because she has been serving you since childhood, she was not fed enough to wear warm clothes, and was bullied by servants. I will kill her right now. Do you want to kill her?" How, how can you?"

The bamboo stick slammed on the ground, and the white pigeon bit her lip in humiliation, and her lower lip was bitten by her.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the girl come over in the dark to stand up for her.

she shook her head desperately

, Revolt.

Cui Dai watched helplessly as Cui Ti moved over step by step and waved the bamboo staff tentatively.

The bamboo stick hit Diao Nu's right arm, the head was soft and soft, and then with a sharp force, Diao Nu cried out in pain, in exchange for hitting more tightly.

Bai Ge took advantage of the situation and got up, clenched her fists and beat the face of the person who oppressed her just now.

The situation was chaotic, Cui Dai looked straight at it, she didn't expect that the blind man could really bite people when he was in a hurry.

"Hit me! Kill me!"

With her standing behind to support and take the responsibility, the servants joined forces to fight back, and three or five people beat a thin maid and a blind girl who couldn't see, a mess.

Half a quarter of an hour later, feeling angry in her heart, Cui Dai looked into the rabbit cage and saw that the rabbit cage was empty, she wished she could cut Cui Ti's heart again, and walked away.

"Miss, how are you, ma'am?" Bai Ge went to see her master with a bruised nose and swollen face.

Cui Ti was sweating all over, her temples were slightly damp, her fingers were tense after the beating, and she refused to put down the bamboo stick used to protect herself and the guarantor.

She was out of breath, the wooden hairpin on her head fell to the ground, and her hair hung down, covering half of her face.

Bai Ge lay there trembling and pushed her hair away, seeing that her face was intact, she let go of her raised heart, and sat there with a smirk: "Girl, we are so powerful, I saw you hit someone with a bamboo, it's all thanks to you!" It took me a while to jump over and scratch her face."

She giggled twice, gloating: "I guess the injury won't recover well in half a month."

As the spring breeze blows, the white dove looks around the small courtyard that has gone through hardships—

The swing set she had spent a lot of energy building for the girl was demolished, and the flowers, plants and vegetables planted in the yard were trampled on.

She blushed, sniffed her nose and said softly: "Girl, if they leave, we won't be considered a loser, at least we'll fight back. I wouldn't even have thought about it before."

Bai Ge was silent for a while, looked seriously at her beautiful and poor master, and smiled sincerely: "Young lady is so brave."

She went to break the hand that Cui Ti refused to let go, spread her palm, and saw the red nail prints on her palm and the embroidered shoes that had been stepped on several times, tears welling in her eyes: "Let's not fight with them next time." OK, okay?"

Cui Ti suddenly raised her head, her voice dry: "You think I'm useless too?"

"No, the white pigeon didn't think that way!"

"There won't be a next time."

She staggered and got up with a bamboo stick: "I will protect you from now on, you are mine, and no one can bully you."

What she said moved the white pigeon

She felt that death was worth it, her heart broke down, and she burst into tears while holding Cui Ti: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(ee(...)

The fact that Cui Dai went to the south courtyard to beat someone could not be hidden from her family. Mrs. Xiningbo reprimanded her daughter a few times when she heard about it. Right and wrong are born in vain" and so on.

Her heart was so biased that even Uncle Xining couldn't see it, but if he couldn't see it, he could only live like this.

He doesn't like the eldest daughter.

During this day, he thought countless times: If only Cui Ti was not blind, it would be great if he won the praise of the prime minister's wife, and he could find a good marriage for her.

He sighed sadly: "Send the medicine over there, the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring."

Cui Dai paused.

Mrs. Xiningbo is like a cat whose foot has been trampled on: "I gave birth to her, and I still owe her? You say I'm poisonous? When I was pregnant with her, she tortured me to the sky. The first child almost died, but it was a good baby." Well, but she is blind.

"You think it's shameful to have a blind daughter. I just get angry when I see her. What's the matter? I didn't care about her for eighteen years. Now you want to be a loving father. Your head is squeezed by the crack in the door?"

After a run on, Uncle Xining blew his beard and stared at him, and simply stopped meddling in the internal affairs as usual.

"I'm really mad at your father!"

After Xiningbo left, she complained to the young girl.

After watching the excitement, Cui Dai was delighted, and her thoughts changed: "Mom, how about we talk about getting married to that person in the south courtyard? Get married early, so that my parents won't quarrel with her again."

"Say dear?"

The marriage of the children is naturally decided by the parents, Mrs. Xining is the real person in charge of the house, she never thought of marrying Cui Ti.

"Anyone want it?"

"You'll know if you try it. This is a good opportunity to throw out the hot potato. You think, the prime minister's wife praises Cui Ti, so how can other noble ladies say it badly?

"This man, he was not born with a full beard and a full tail. There are always people in Xijing whose sons are blind, lame, and deaf. The disabled match the disabled. Don't dislike anyone."

These words entered Mrs. Xiningbo's heart.

If the children's marriage can be handled well, it is unknown that another Beijing official will come out of the Cui family.

On that day, Mrs. Xiningbo, who hadn't set foot in the small courtyard for eighteen years, led an elderly female painter to stand in front of Cui Ti.

Get the portrait, put down the healing medicine and leave without saying a word.

The hope in Bai Ge's eyes was shattered inch by inch, God knows how excited she was when she saw his wife coming to the small courtyard.

After all, the girl is the mother's own flesh and blood born in October, and she is also a daughter, not to mention the palms and backs of the hands. The young girl has no sense of propriety and savagely beats the elder sister. This will be severely punished in any family.

But the girl didn't hear a word of comfort, and didn't get a word of explanation.

Cui Ti pinched the medicine bottle, her knuckles turned white.

"Girl, madam, what does this mean? It can't be—"

Bai Ge covered her mouth: At this time, when I think of drawing a portrait of a girl, it is not because I want to make a kiss for her!

As soon as Cui San hit someone, his wife came.

She was beating a snare drum in her heart, feeling uneasy no matter how she thought about it.

The white porcelain bottle fell and shattered. Accompanied by Bai Ge's exclamation and puzzlement, Cui Ti smiled lightly: "Really, she is going to marry me again."!