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Cui Xun looks down on his new wife.
Pretend and be careful.
On the second day of the wedding, she stood in front of him with tears in her eyes and spoke earnestly: "I lost my mother at a young age and was quite dominated by my stepmother in the palace. I didn't expect that I would have to live under the control of my younger siblings after I got married..."
Cui Xun agreed on the surface, but was slightly stunned in his heart.
A second before he entered, he heard the master and servants talking and laughing, but as soon as he came, her eyes welled up with tears.
When I came back from a banquet, tears welled up in my eyelashes: "My sister used to speak arrogantly, and I didn't care about her, but now that I'm married and following my husband, she's still like this..."
Cui Xun agreed, sneering in his heart.
The man was rude, but she immediately asked the maid to come up and slap him, so why did she need his help to vent her anger?
He felt that Zhao Qiong's ability to pretend to be pitiful was really clumsy. If he hadn't wanted to explain it to her carefully, he would never have complied with her wishes.
Until Zhao Qiong's father, King Jing, changed his mind and joined the third prince's family, and opposed the prince supported by the prince's mansion.
Cui Xun thought for a moment and couldn't help but think of his wife.
——I don't know how she will pretend to be weak and ask him to help her when she goes back today. It was about the new king, so he couldn't agree too quickly, he had to think about it a little.
But when he hurried back, he saw that his wife was instructing her servants to pack the luggage back to the palace, with a faint smile on her face.
The maid advised her: "Your Majesty, I will accept soft things rather than tough ones. If you shed a few pearl tears like you used to do, maybe Your Majesty will agree."
The wife seemed to be amused, and spoke slowly: "How can such an important matter as Conglong Zhigong be solved with just a few tears..."
Before she finished speaking, she met Cui Xun's eyes in the shadows.
Cui Xun looked at her steadily, his fingers stiffened into fists, and his voice was hoarse: "... You haven't tried it yet, how do you know I won't agree?"
The two faced each other from a distance, and this time it was him who had red eyes.
*Small theater:
Cui Xun always felt that because of his outstanding literary talent and prosperous official career, he must have a good reputation in Beijing.
But every time he attended a banquet, the female family members at the table always looked at him with profound meaning and looked quite strange.
Cui Xun was puzzled by this.
Until one day when I came home from duty early, I heard my wife covering her handkerchief and weeping through the door, while skillfully declining the official family members who came to the door:
"Mr. Lang is right. I'm always speechless in front of him. I'm afraid if I agree to you, he will get angry..."
After listening to her words, everyone not only did not have the slightest suspicion, but they all spoke indignantly: "Master Cui is too arbitrary, and it is difficult for Madam to tolerate everything..."
Cui·arbitrary·angry·Xun:? ? ?
*You despise me, and I despise you even more
*Probably a story about two people who thought each other was stupid and lived together, but ended up falling out.
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Purpose: Maintain social distance and create a better life together.
