Chapter Seventy-Six: Strange Nightmares and Secret Marriages

The little egg and Xiulian were stunned at the same time, the little egg suddenly opened her blood-red eyes, looked at Xiao Xue's gaze, there was a hint of relief in the complexity, and her hoarse voice trembled a little;

"Good!"

Xiulian turned around and hugged Xiaoxue and cried silently;

"My daughter!"

The little guy walked over quietly, reached out and patted Xiulian's shoulder to comfort her;

"Let's go home!"

Xiulian shook off the palm of the bastard, and sadly pulled Xiaoxue back;

"Alas!"

The bastard looked up at the dark night sky and sighed gloomily;

This night, no one in the family ate, lying on the bed with chaotic thoughts, and fell asleep in a hazy way;

In her sleep, Xiaoxue saw a woman with a peerless elegance, white clothes like snow, long hair fluttering, skin like cream, bright eyes and bright teeth, shoulders like shaved shoulders, waist like a plain, elegant and charming posture, gentle and demure manners, soft and smooth mood;

"The beauty of the troubled times, the red face cherishes her life, the soul tears are sprinkled in Luoyang, and the infatuation is sacrificed to the next life!"

gloomy and sad verses, denouncing the children who can't help themselves and are tricked by fate in troubled times;

sad and blushing, sighing gloomily, full of strong regret;

The red face died and turned into a ghost, still unable to hide the sadness in his heart, and the soul shed tears, sprinkled all over the places he missed before his death;

With full of infatuation and resentment, he prayed that he would be able to fulfill his long-cherished wish in the next life, no longer be tricked by fate, and no longer be at the mercy of troubled times;

The woman's figure is a little strange in the familiar, a sad mood spreads wantonly, Xiaoxue's emotions are rendered, and tears are shed in her sleep;

A strange thought, gratuitously won out of my mind, deeply rooted in my heart, like a budding flower, about to bloom a delicate flower;

Whether it is an unwilling obsession in the past life, or a bad fate that is destined again in this life, everything disappears in the haze;

When the day dawned, the bastard, who had not slept all night, got up early, pushed the door and walked out;

Not long after, Uncle Wang and Uncle Li, with the matchmaker and some villagers, came to the house of the bastard;

Everyone tacitly didn't ask much, and under the arrangement of Uncle Wang and Uncle Li, they were busy;

Xiulian waited until Xiaoxue got up, took her to the dresser, and carved makeup for her with tears in her eyes;

The phoenix crown is draped, neatly dressed, and the small snow carved in pink and jade is like a fairy who has come out of the picture scroll;

Xiaoxue wore a red hijab and walked out of the room with the support of the matchmaker, even if she couldn't see her face, it also caused a small discussion;

"Tut-tut, what a good girl, she's only seven or eight years old!"

"yes, it's a pity, this happened!"

"I don't know what the bastard and Xiulian think, alas!"

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Listening to the gossip, Xiaoxue's heart was filled with a different taste, which was complicated and difficult to understand;

Xiulian wept again, and the unforgettable pain in her bones almost suffocated her;

With red eyes, the little egg quietly wiped away the tears that overflowed his eyes, barely squeezed out a trace of an ugly smile, and looked at Uncle Wang and Uncle Li;

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Li, I'm sorry for you!"

On a huge red cloth, embroidered with a large "Xi" character with gold thread, it was hung high on the courtyard wall;

There is a table below, covered with red cloth, and two candlesticks, burning two candles, one white and one red, the white represents the dead groom Ugly Bajie, and the red represents the living bride Xiao Ruixue!

In the center of the two candles, there are red dates, peanuts, longan, lotus seeds and other things, implying the early birth of a noble son;

The delirious old man, watched by Uncle Wang, sat on the left side of the red cloth table, like a child, curiously looking around, from time to time reaching out to touch this, moving that, and even secretly taking a red date, putting it in his mouth and chewing it;

Xiao Dan and Xiulian were also neatly dressed, sitting on the right side of the red cloth table, their eyes were red, and their expressions were extremely complicated;

Uncle Li stood aside, looking at the scorching sun hanging in the air, facing the bright sunshine, shouting at the sky with his throat raised;

"It's auspicious! Please bride and groom! ”

Xiaoxue, supported by the matchmaker, slowly came to the bastards;

"Giggle!"

The big rooster of the bastard's family is being held in his hand at the moment, with a big red flower hanging around his neck, and a white cloth hanging from the center of the flower, on which is written the name of Ugly Bajie, because the old man is delirious, and no one knows the birth date of Ugly Bajie, so he didn't write it;

"Worship heaven and earth!"

The matchmaker stretched out her hand to help Xiaoxue turn around, patted Xiaoxue's shoulder, Xiaoxue understood, and bowed facing forward;

"Giggle!"

The big rooster was held and shook with his face to the sky;

"Second worship high hall!"

The matchmaker helped Xiaoxue, turned around again, and bowed to the eggs;

"Giggle!"

The big was held, and they shook it in front of the bastard;

"Husband and wife!"

The matchmaker helped Xiaoxue to turn around again, stood opposite the big, and bowed;

"Giggle!"

The big rooster was held and shook against the snow;

"Licheng! Send it to the cave room! ”

The red flower on the neck of the big rooster was plucked and hung on a red lacquered tablet, with the name of Ugly Bajie written in black lettering;

Xiaoxue, supported by the matchmaker, came to the simple new house, and sat on the bed in a daze with the tablet in her hand;

After the completion of the secret marriage, the villagers who knew it well left separately in a very tacit understanding, leaving only Uncle Wang and the old man, as well as Uncle Li, who had taken care of the aftermath, commanding several villagers to clean up the mess;

The old man secretly grabbed a handful of red dates, ate them with a smile, and looked at them gloomily;

"Uncle Wang! Uncle me, what's wrong? ”

Uncle Wang shook his head gloomily;

"Alas! What a bastard! You kid can be regarded as having a heart! ”

The bastard turned to look at Xiulian;

"Let's go see my daughter! Talk to her! Married is married, but in the future we will still live in our family! ”

Xiulian wiped her tears and walked towards the wedding room, and the bastard turned her head to face Uncle Wang;

"Uncle! I'm going to go into town! ”

Uncle Wang was surprised;

"Into the city?"

The bastard nodded;

"Go into the city to find some work to do, come back after farming, by the way, go and inquire about the whereabouts of my eldest brother, if I can find my eldest brother back, my uncle's illness should be better!"

Uncle Wang looked at the bastard with a solemn expression;

"It's not good to go now!"

The bastard glanced at the marriage room, his expression was complicated, and his face was gloomy;

"Anyway, Xiulian doesn't want to see me now, and I don't feel like I have the face to see the two of them, so I just go into the city and try it!"

Uncle Wang nodded slightly;

"It's good! Let's go there! ”

The bastard nodded in agreement;

"Good! If there is something at home, I have to trouble you to take care of it more! ”

Uncle Wang grimaced and glared at the bastard;

"Xinqiu child, where is this, Bajie is my apprentice, your daughter is now my apprentice's daughter-in-law, your daughter-in-law is my apprentice's mother-in-law, you don't need to say it, I will take care of them, rest assured! I'm gone! ”

The bastard nodded, barely squeezed out a trace of an ugly smile, and watched Uncle Wang leave with the old man;

On the night of the candles in the cave room, Xiaoxue fell asleep holding the tablet, and in his dream, he saw the ugly Bajie;

The next day, the bastard said goodbye without saying goodbye, and Xiulian wept. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info