The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Regarding this marriage, Mrs. Rong attached great importance to it, and after discussing with the woman about the addition of betrothal gifts, she couldn't wait to make arrangements.

For a moment, the Rong's house was decorated with lights and festoons, and it was beaming with joy.

Since it was a celebration, it was naturally a Chinese-style wedding, with three relatives and six relatives, Mrs. Rong called everything she could, just to make it lively.

In a blink of an eye, it was the auspicious day of great joy. Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the bride, covered with a red hijab, was welcomed by eight sedan chairs to the gate of Rong Zhai.

The red silk and satin wedding dress set off the bride's graceful figure. Although the face under the hijab could not be seen, the half of the neck under the collar was as white as fat jade. It also made people guess how beautiful the bride was.

"Miss..." Just as Rong Ling was looking listlessly, Qiushui, the girl next to her, reminded her, "It's time for you to go up and help the bride into the door and across the brazier."

Originally, this matter should be handled by the bride's aunt, but to put it bluntly, the bride was bought by the Rong family with money. After the bride's family collected the money, they never asked again. Where can I find someone? aunt?

Forget it, the little sister-in-law Rong Ling is considered to be a half-aunt, and she couldn't evade it under the eyes of everyone, so she had to step forward to support him.

It wasn't until he got close that Rong Ling realized that the bride was half a head taller than him.

She lowered her head subconsciously, and found that the other person was still wearing flat embroidered shoes, not like the high heels on her feet.

Rong Ling wasn't overwhelmed with displeasure, but thought that since this sister-in-law didn't look as weak as she imagined, it would be easier to take care of her brother in the future.

She helped the bride up the steps step by step, and reminded in a low voice: "Be careful of the threshold under your feet."

The other party seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but did not make a sound, but the hand supporting Rong Ling clenched a little bit.

Across the threshold is the brazier in the atrium, Mrs. Rong was afraid that it would be unlucky if the fire went out, so she ordered her servants to make the fire more vigorous.

Rong Ling frowned when he saw it. If such a fire burned the bride's skirt, wouldn't it be a joke.

But now that the arrow is on the line, she has to support him more carefully to prevent any accidents.

Fortunately, the bride lifted her foot and stepped over with smooth movements, so nothing happened.

Rong Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and finally completed the task and sent him to his brother.

The next process is logical, one worships the heaven and earth, the second worships the high hall, the husband and wife worship each other, and they are sent to the bridal chamber.

Mrs. Rong couldn't mention how beautiful she was, and smiled from ear to ear. First, she wrapped a big red envelope for the bride, and then loudly ordered Rong Ling amidst the sound of firecrackers and suona: "Your brother is busy with guests and can't leave now. You go to the new house to see, don't let the bride alone."

Although Rong Ling didn't like this muddle-headed marriage, he didn't like this kind of social occasion even more, so he was willing to leave the scene, carrying his small one-shoulder bag to the back compartment.

Compared with the bustle of the front yard full of guests and friends, the back room is much quieter, except for a few little maids serving in the new house, and a group of little devils looking for the bride to beg for red envelopes and candies.

They gathered around the bride with a red hijab, saying auspicious words to each other. As soon as Rong Ling came in, they were all quiet.

Children are the best at reading people's faces, and they all know that the elder sister of the Rong family is arrogant and not easy to provoke, and they are afraid that if they are not careful, they will make her unhappy.

Rong Ling always thought the children were noisy, so he sent everyone away with a few words, leaving only the bride who was sitting upright by the bed.

The bed quilt was sprinkled with longan and red dates, she might not be able to lie down even if she wanted to, so she had to sit upright.

Rong Ling felt tired looking at it: "If you want to lie down, just lie down."

The other party shook his head.

Rong Ling asked again: "Are you hungry?"

Still shaking his head.

Rong Ling finally sensed that something was wrong. From the time the bride entered the door, he didn't seem to hear her make a sound, let alone reply, not even the slightest sound.

Rong Ling has been in school these days, so she really hasn't asked about this sister-in-law's situation.

Now she blurted out in shock: "Are you dumb?"

It was only after she said that that Rong Ling realized that her question was really hurtful, and before she could make amends, the person under the red hijab nodded again.

What happened every day, Rong Ling started to have a headache, it seemed that her mother was really ill and rushed to the doctor, her brother was not in good health, and he found a wife who couldn't speak, how could life be easier?

Rong Ling couldn't tell whether he was angry or in a hurry, and felt that it was too much etiquette to ask a dumb person to wait hungry like this: "If you feel bored with this hijab, just take it off, and I'll go." Call the servants to bring some food."

With that said, she got up and was about to leave.

In this strange place, the only person who was with her was about to leave, the bride was unavoidably flustered, and she grabbed Rong Ling's hand from the corner of her head under the hijab.

She moved a little anxiously, as if she was afraid that Rong Ling would disappear.

Being so dependent on others, Rong Ling's tone softened: "Don't worry, I'm just going out for a while, and I'll be right back."

After finishing speaking, she didn't wait for an answer, and then she remembered that the bride could not speak.

Thinking of her being alone and marrying into someone else's family, Rong Ling still felt a little more sympathetic after all, only felt that this feudal etiquette was really cannibalistic, and even looking at the red hijab was not pleasing to the eye.

It's not goods, so why put another layer of unnecessary packaging on it?

Rong Ling has always been a person who can do whatever he wants, so he simply raised his hand, picked up the corner of the red hijab, and lifted it up.

It was a random movement at first, but Rong Ling stopped breathing for a while when his eyes swept over the delicate and fair face under the hijab.

She never expected that an ordinary poor family could give birth to such a daughter carved out of ice.

The bride is dressed in red, but her skin is as white as snow, like a white lotus that can rise out of the water, she has the demeanor that she is not stained by the mud.

Originally, she took the position that belonged to her friend Ye Wangshu, Rong Ling should be angry.

But with such a pair of black and white eyes, she can't vent her anger on others no matter what.

Only then did Rong Ling heave a sigh of relief. Anyway, this appearance is worthy of his brother.

She was looking at others, but she didn't realize that she was also being looked at quietly.

It was the first time in Zhong Zhaodi's life that she saw such a gorgeous beauty, just like the most brilliant crabapple flowers in spring, so bright that people dare not climb up.

Even the eyebrows and eyes revealed a slight alienation.

This kind of brilliance, at first glance, looks like a daughter who can only be pampered by a wealthy family.

A faint sense of inferiority rose from her heart, and Zhong Zhaodi let go of her hand.

Rong Ling didn't notice her thoughts at all, she turned around and went out, ordering her servants to bring some fruit snacks.

After thinking about it, Rong Ling felt that it was not enough, so he ordered hot rice and soup.

After giving the order, Rong Ling returned to the wedding room.

The red silk scarf had been neatly folded by the bride and placed beside the bed. Their eyes met, Rong Ling coughed softly, and had to find something to chat with the sister-in-law: "You can understand us, Just can't speak?"

She looked at Rong Ling quietly and nodded.

For some reason, under her gaze, Rong Ling felt unprecedentedly calm.

She handed over a carved and lacquered mahogany chair, and sat in front of him, with rare patience and slowed down her voice: "Then what's your name? How old are you this year?"

The bride raised her hand to gesture, but Rong Ling couldn't understand.

She had an idea: "Can you write?"

Zhong Zhaodi nodded hurriedly.

Rong Ling looked around the new house, but couldn't find a pen and paper, so she simply spread her hands: "You can write on my palm."

This was nothing more than a gesture of goodwill, the bride pursed her lower lip, and gestured with the index finger of her right hand on Rong Ling's palm.

Because of doing rough work at home all year round, her fingertips had a thick layer of calluses, which made the soft and tender palms of Rong Ling's fingers a little itchy.

Before Rong Ling could react, he had finished writing a few words.

Rong Ling was stunned, and had to have someone write it on his hand again.

Under the eyes of the bride's Jiji, Rong Ling's face was a little dark: "Your name is Zhong Zhaodi?"

Some earthy, even some vulgar names came out of her mouth. For the first time, Zhong Zhaodi discovered that her own name could be so nice, and she couldn't help feeling unprecedentedly happy.

But soon she couldn't be happy, because Rong Ling frowned: "What an ugly name."

As soon as she finished speaking, the brilliance in Zhong Zhaodi's eyes instantly disappeared without a trace.

Rong Ling realized that he had said the wrong thing again, and hurriedly explained: "I'm not talking about you, I'm just saying that the person who took this name is really despicable... When brother comes back, you can ask him to give you a new one." nice name."

Zhong Zhaodi looked at her fixedly, and then took Rong Ling's hand hanging by her side.

Rong Ling is not used to being in contact with unfamiliar people, and subconsciously wants to shrink back, but also understands that she probably wants to "say" something to him, so he has no choice but to freeze.

Sure enough, she wrote two words on Rong Ling's palm again: "Name?"

"Hmm..." Rong Ling nodded, "You can choose any name you want."

Zhong Zhaodi smiled, and wrote in Rong Ling's palm word by word: "I don't know, please help me."

Rong Ling couldn't help but wonder if she didn't listen to what he said just now, of course it's more appropriate for his elder brother to do this kind of thing, how could he let himself do it for him?

But seeing Zhong Zhaodi's trusting eyes, Rong Ling couldn't think of anything to say no to.

She nodded in a strange way: "Okay..."

The smile on Zhong Zhaodi's face became more conspicuous, and she wrote two more words: "Thank you..."

The other party thanked him sincerely, Rong Ling's brows softened, but he couldn't stop sighing in his heart.

This bride seems to be too soft-tempered, if she is a person who has no opinions, I don't know if she is a good match for her brother.

Seeing her frowning and sighing, Zhong Zhaodi didn't know how she made this sister-in-law unhappy.

She hesitated for a moment, then mustered up the courage to grab the candy from the fruit plate and stuff it into Rong Ling's hands.

And write a word on her palm: "Eat..."

"You bought me candy?" Rong Ling couldn't help laughing, "Thank you..."

Unwrapping the candy wrapper, putting the crystal-clear candy on the tip of his tongue to melt, the sweetness spread out, and Rong Ling heaved a sigh of relief.

Forget it, let’s take a step and take a look.

After all, he is my brother's bedside person, what do I worry about so much?