Cui Ke was still in a coma, and Mrs. Xiao was taking care of her side.
Looking at the blood-soaked satin yellow scent on the small table, Mrs. Xiao opened it and looked at it, sighing helplessly: He ran to the mountain alone for this thing!
Zhen Zhu was sick on the front foot, and Cui Ke went to the temple to ask for peace talismans. A child who had never believed in gods and Buddhas since childhood, and his parents were physically discomfort and didn't even worry about him. He almost lost his life. Mrs. Xiao thought about it, and her eyes were sore again.
The maid presented a soft handkerchief and comforted her softly: The prince is lucky and has a good appearance. The lady cares about her body, don’t worry too much.
Whoever falls from the body feels sorry for the flesh!Mrs. Xiao wiped away her tears, suddenly thought of something, and asked: What has anyone from the Zhen family said?
The maid was slightly stunned and replied truthfully: The general's wife sent someone to send some medicinal supplements such as ginseng and deer antler.
Cui Ke was assassinated. While Emperor Wen ordered people to investigate the case, he sent all kinds of precious medicinal herbs from the palace to the Duke of Anguo's mansion like flowing water. Many high-ranking officials and nobles in Chang'an also gave gifts to express their condolences.
Obviously, the eldest princess is not short of these scenes, and Mrs. Xiao asked bluntly: Where is the princess?
The maid hesitated and shook her head for a while. Before she could speak, Mrs. Xiao sneered: Mengzhi was seriously injured because of her. The couple still had a hundred days of kindness. It has been a few days since she came to take a look. She didn't even want to send a maid to come and ask.
Zhen Zhu felt uncomfortable, Cui Ke stayed at the gate of the general's mansion all night. It was the turn of Langjun to be at least good, and the young lady was completely indifferent.
Mrs. Xiao sighed: She is determined to divorce her. Alas, it’s better not to be so ruthless girl!
The maid dared not agree and hesitated. Perhaps the princess had just recovered from illness and could not find any loopholes...
Mrs. Xiao waved her hand, looking clear-headed. I knew she hated me for strictly discipline her and was a mother. She didn't know how to reflect on herself at all, and she felt angry in her heart.
The eldest princess is domineering, the princess is arrogant, and the maid is cooking tea with clean hands, and she doesn't say much.
After two days of this, Cui Ke woke up quietly.
The wound on his chest had been bandaged, and his eyes were dark. At first, he thought it was the late night of Wuyue, so he forced himself to sit up and called out: Come on, hold the light.
Hearing the slight footsteps and Mrs. Xiao’s cheerful screams, Dreaming, you are awake.
Soon Mrs. Xiao's smile froze on her face. It was noon outside the window and the sun was shining brightly. Cui Ke wanted to hold the lights. His eyes... could not see it?
Zhuzhu, where is Zhuzhu?Cui Ke's eyes are indeed no longer as bright as before, but the expectations on his face are extremely real.
Mrs. Xiao burst into tears silently, unable to bear to tell him the truth, and wanted to find an excuse to comfort him.
Cui Ke was confused again, why didn’t he light the lights?
Mrs. Xiao held his hand, suppressed his sadness, and tried to relax the tone: Dreaming, you heard from your mother that you fell down from a cliff and touched your head, which may have an impact on your eyes for a period of time. The imperial physician said that as long as you are carefully treated, you will be cured soon.
Yes, Cui Ke remembered that although he bowed his head when he fell from the mountain, he was still hurt by the bulging stones on the ground.
It is hard to say that blindness is a matter of being lucky, and some are unfortunate for life.
Cui Ke's expression became dimmer and dimmer. Mrs. Xiao forced a smile, just to deceive and comfort: Zhen Zhu also came to see you last night. She was pregnant and was too tired. I asked her to go back and rest first.Don't worry, your mother will ask her to come here...
No.Cui Ke is blind and not blind. Zhen Zhu and her mother will not get along so harmoniously. If she really lives in the mansion, there will definitely be a maid who will inform you at this moment, rather than her mother using such procrastination.
There is only one explanation, Zhen Zhu refused to forgive him.
Cui Ke broke away from Mrs. Xiao's hand powerlessly, and his heart slowly sank.
She ignored her when she was healthy. Now she doesn’t know how long she will be blind. Do you expect her to turn back and pity?
As the days passed, Cui Ke cooperated with the imperial physician's treatment. By the beginning of October, the skin trauma on his body had almost healed, but his eyes were inconvenient.
He eats and takes medicine as usual, and even learns to walk independently in each room in the yard with his cane.
Mrs. Xiao would accompany Cui Ke to have dinner every day. He never mentioned the word Zhen Zhu again throughout the whole process, as if he had never married this wife.
Cui Ke completely let go of government affairs in the court.
Emperor Wen handed over the many matters of the Ministry of Justice to others to take over. The prince would occasionally come to Cui Ke to taste a pot of tea, saying that he would let him recover from his injuries. He would definitely give him justice and be a minister of the court, and he would stay for him for a long time.
Cui Ke no longer cared much. He couldn't read books or write words. It was not easy to take care of himself. He Ti became an official and handled cases for the country and the people.
A useless person is like a waste, a burden, and a burden. She doesn't ask for it, and she shouldn't try it. She doesn't want it anymore. She should.
The servant watched the husband have nothing to do during the day, and was a literati elegant person, listening to books and touching chess, playing the piano and flute.
But at night, one person would sit alone in the study for a long time, sometimes holding a string of beads in his hand, and sometimes staring blankly at a letter.
The servant knew the pearl chains, which were often worn on his wrists when the princess was there. As for the letter, the servant accidentally caught a glimpse of the big words on it and was shocked. It turned out to be He Li Shu.
In mid-October, the autumn is bleak, the lonely moon is sparse and the stars are shining from the pane to the study, and the room is cold and desolate.
Cui Ke was used to the darkness and did not light the lights at night. A whole month after waking up from the injury, he finally signed the Heli Book sent by Zhen Zhu on the night of the 30th.
He couldn't see it, and he groped through the edge of the paper, and wrote two square words next to Zhen Zhu's name based on his memory: Cui Ke.
He wrote the same words twice, once in a marriage letter and the other was a divorce.
Nothing later.
Looking at the blood-soaked satin yellow scent on the small table, Mrs. Xiao opened it and looked at it, sighing helplessly: He ran to the mountain alone for this thing!
Zhen Zhu was sick on the front foot, and Cui Ke went to the temple to ask for peace talismans. A child who had never believed in gods and Buddhas since childhood, and his parents were physically discomfort and didn't even worry about him. He almost lost his life. Mrs. Xiao thought about it, and her eyes were sore again.
The maid presented a soft handkerchief and comforted her softly: The prince is lucky and has a good appearance. The lady cares about her body, don’t worry too much.
Whoever falls from the body feels sorry for the flesh!Mrs. Xiao wiped away her tears, suddenly thought of something, and asked: What has anyone from the Zhen family said?
The maid was slightly stunned and replied truthfully: The general's wife sent someone to send some medicinal supplements such as ginseng and deer antler.
Cui Ke was assassinated. While Emperor Wen ordered people to investigate the case, he sent all kinds of precious medicinal herbs from the palace to the Duke of Anguo's mansion like flowing water. Many high-ranking officials and nobles in Chang'an also gave gifts to express their condolences.
Obviously, the eldest princess is not short of these scenes, and Mrs. Xiao asked bluntly: Where is the princess?
The maid hesitated and shook her head for a while. Before she could speak, Mrs. Xiao sneered: Mengzhi was seriously injured because of her. The couple still had a hundred days of kindness. It has been a few days since she came to take a look. She didn't even want to send a maid to come and ask.
Zhen Zhu felt uncomfortable, Cui Ke stayed at the gate of the general's mansion all night. It was the turn of Langjun to be at least good, and the young lady was completely indifferent.
Mrs. Xiao sighed: She is determined to divorce her. Alas, it’s better not to be so ruthless girl!
The maid dared not agree and hesitated. Perhaps the princess had just recovered from illness and could not find any loopholes...
Mrs. Xiao waved her hand, looking clear-headed. I knew she hated me for strictly discipline her and was a mother. She didn't know how to reflect on herself at all, and she felt angry in her heart.
The eldest princess is domineering, the princess is arrogant, and the maid is cooking tea with clean hands, and she doesn't say much.
After two days of this, Cui Ke woke up quietly.
The wound on his chest had been bandaged, and his eyes were dark. At first, he thought it was the late night of Wuyue, so he forced himself to sit up and called out: Come on, hold the light.
Hearing the slight footsteps and Mrs. Xiao’s cheerful screams, Dreaming, you are awake.
Soon Mrs. Xiao's smile froze on her face. It was noon outside the window and the sun was shining brightly. Cui Ke wanted to hold the lights. His eyes... could not see it?
Zhuzhu, where is Zhuzhu?Cui Ke's eyes are indeed no longer as bright as before, but the expectations on his face are extremely real.
Mrs. Xiao burst into tears silently, unable to bear to tell him the truth, and wanted to find an excuse to comfort him.
Cui Ke was confused again, why didn’t he light the lights?
Mrs. Xiao held his hand, suppressed his sadness, and tried to relax the tone: Dreaming, you heard from your mother that you fell down from a cliff and touched your head, which may have an impact on your eyes for a period of time. The imperial physician said that as long as you are carefully treated, you will be cured soon.
Yes, Cui Ke remembered that although he bowed his head when he fell from the mountain, he was still hurt by the bulging stones on the ground.
It is hard to say that blindness is a matter of being lucky, and some are unfortunate for life.
Cui Ke's expression became dimmer and dimmer. Mrs. Xiao forced a smile, just to deceive and comfort: Zhen Zhu also came to see you last night. She was pregnant and was too tired. I asked her to go back and rest first.Don't worry, your mother will ask her to come here...
No.Cui Ke is blind and not blind. Zhen Zhu and her mother will not get along so harmoniously. If she really lives in the mansion, there will definitely be a maid who will inform you at this moment, rather than her mother using such procrastination.
There is only one explanation, Zhen Zhu refused to forgive him.
Cui Ke broke away from Mrs. Xiao's hand powerlessly, and his heart slowly sank.
She ignored her when she was healthy. Now she doesn’t know how long she will be blind. Do you expect her to turn back and pity?
As the days passed, Cui Ke cooperated with the imperial physician's treatment. By the beginning of October, the skin trauma on his body had almost healed, but his eyes were inconvenient.
He eats and takes medicine as usual, and even learns to walk independently in each room in the yard with his cane.
Mrs. Xiao would accompany Cui Ke to have dinner every day. He never mentioned the word Zhen Zhu again throughout the whole process, as if he had never married this wife.
Cui Ke completely let go of government affairs in the court.
Emperor Wen handed over the many matters of the Ministry of Justice to others to take over. The prince would occasionally come to Cui Ke to taste a pot of tea, saying that he would let him recover from his injuries. He would definitely give him justice and be a minister of the court, and he would stay for him for a long time.
Cui Ke no longer cared much. He couldn't read books or write words. It was not easy to take care of himself. He Ti became an official and handled cases for the country and the people.
A useless person is like a waste, a burden, and a burden. She doesn't ask for it, and she shouldn't try it. She doesn't want it anymore. She should.
The servant watched the husband have nothing to do during the day, and was a literati elegant person, listening to books and touching chess, playing the piano and flute.
But at night, one person would sit alone in the study for a long time, sometimes holding a string of beads in his hand, and sometimes staring blankly at a letter.
The servant knew the pearl chains, which were often worn on his wrists when the princess was there. As for the letter, the servant accidentally caught a glimpse of the big words on it and was shocked. It turned out to be He Li Shu.
In mid-October, the autumn is bleak, the lonely moon is sparse and the stars are shining from the pane to the study, and the room is cold and desolate.
Cui Ke was used to the darkness and did not light the lights at night. A whole month after waking up from the injury, he finally signed the Heli Book sent by Zhen Zhu on the night of the 30th.
He couldn't see it, and he groped through the edge of the paper, and wrote two square words next to Zhen Zhu's name based on his memory: Cui Ke.
He wrote the same words twice, once in a marriage letter and the other was a divorce.
Nothing later.
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