Red candle, incense burner, half-rolled bead curtain.
Wedding bed, wedding window, beauty with red makeup.
Zhao Rong rubbed his hazy eyes again.
Me, am I in a dream?
But this dream is too real!?
What came into view was an antique room with many classical utensils that he had never seen before.
The decoration inside the house is complicated, and under the light of candlelight, it is bright and atmospheric, but it all has a dazzling theme color of red!
The carpet under your feet is red, and when you step on it, you feel like you are trapped in a cloud of sunset.
The tablecloth on the small round table not far ahead is red, and the fiery red tassels on the tablecloth hang low to the ground.
On the four walls, wooden windows, and furniture are red paper-cuts with the character "囍".
Finally, there is a deep red...marriage bed in the innermost part of the house?
The bed curtains were rolled up to both sides, and the bed was filled with festive red again, not to mention the woman in red sitting beside the bed who for the time being made him afraid to take a closer look.
Zhao Rong suddenly looked down at his attire in surprise.
Well, I didn’t run away.
Although he is a single mother, he has never eaten pork and has never seen a pig run away. Ancient weddings have been seen in movies and TV shows.
Well, it seems that I am probably a groom, so I am in the bridal chamber at this moment?
The young lady wearing a red hijab next to the bed is my bride?
Zhao Rong staggered to his feet and rubbed his face with his hands.
I didn't feel anything when I just woke up and sat on the ground next to the door. Now I feel dizzy, headache and dry mouth as soon as I get up.
Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked for it. Sure enough, a wine jar had fallen on the ground. There was still some clear liquid in the jar, which reflected the bright moon outside the door. There were patches of water on the ground around it.
No wonder he smells of alcohol.
the Hangover?
He shook his head, turned around and moved to the door. Two red lanterns were hanging on the corridor. There seemed to be a courtyard around him. The evening breeze was slightly cool, the night was like ink in the distance, and a few insects chirped intermittently.
Zhao Rong looked up and saw that the bright moon was hanging high in the sky. For the time being, the naked eye could not see any difference from the moon in his own world. So he closed the door, turned around and walked into the room.
It’s better to figure out the current condition of your body first.
Zhao Rong looked around and found an exquisite dressing table near the bed. The candlelight reflected by the copper mirror just hit his eyes at this angle, making it slightly dazzling.
He couldn't help but glance at the wedding woman sitting on the bed.
She seemed to have no reaction to the noise she made before, and remained motionless.
The woman's wedding dress is complicated, but it still cannot hide her slender and tall figure. The only thing exposed on the whole body is the pair of jade hands folded on her legs, which are as thin as snow, and the fingers are dabbed with red nail polish.
It's small, and for some reason, it reminds him of the ice cream he loved to eat when he was a child.
Zhao Rong shook his head to drive away these strange thoughts and walked slowly towards the bronze mirror.
Didn't I stay up late writing my graduation thesis before going to bed? Why did I wake up and end up in this place?
Is it a lucid dream or a filming prank? Could it be time travel? This is too outrageous!
He has only seen this kind of thing in online articles or movies and TV series. Who would believe it in real life?
Moreover, although he is a humanities major and loves Internet literature and fantasy, he is also a staunch materialist. When encountering this kind of thing, it is simply shocking.
With this thought in mind, Zhao Rong had already walked to the bronze mirror.
He took a deep breath and looked sideways at the bronze mirror.
In the mirror is a familiar but unfamiliar young face.
Wearing a groom's hat in the shape of a knight's hat, he has black hair and brown eyes, regular facial features, a thin face, and fair skin.
This...isn't this me in high school? I'm getting younger?
Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and when he saw the young man in the mirror also opened his mouth slightly, he finally dared to confirm that this was him now.
It seemed that something was awakened by this face. Gradually, a feeling of detachment came over him. Dizziness and headaches swept through his mind like the tide on a full moon night, one wave after another.
Zhao Rong held his head in pain.
"Ding!"
There was a soft sound coming from nowhere, and he felt that a bunch of memory fragments emerged out of thin air in his mind, memory fragments that did not belong to him.
The original owner of this body is also named Zhao Rong, named Ziyu. He is seventeen years old and a native of Qianjing in the Chu Dynasty. He lived with his mother in the Jingnan Duke's Palace in Qianjing since he was a child. He is now a student of the Imperial Academy.
The ideological and cultural aspects of this world are somewhat similar to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It was active and prosperous, and hundreds of schools of thought challenged each other and argued with each other. It was an unprecedented event, and he was a disciple of Confucianism...
"Heh, he has some professional counterparts to me." Zhao Rong thought mockingly to himself.
In his previous life, after he was admitted to college, he chose the ancient Chinese literature major that interested him despite his parents' objections. Only when he was about to graduate did he realize how difficult it was to find a job in this major. However, he did not regret it.
Hey, this world actually has extraordinary power. His mother is a monk! She was a worshiper of the fourth room of the Jingnan Duke's Mansion, but she passed away three years ago...
He studied hard while observing filial piety for his mother. Now that the period of filial piety has expired, he must obey his mother's original arrangement and marry into the Duke of Jingnan.
That's right, it's "marrying in"...
He wants to marry Zhao Lingfei, the second young lady of the Jingnan Duke's Palace.
In his memory, Concubine Zhao Ling was the only child of the fourth son of Lao Jingnan Gong, and similar to her, her father had not been around since she was a child, and her mother also passed away when she was young.
And his mother had a very good relationship with Zhao Lingfei's mother. After the latter left, she acted as half of Zhao Lingfei's mother and took care of her until she grew up...
"Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts?" Zhao Rong couldn't help but think after "reading" this memory.
But why does a complex negative emotion come to mind when I think of her name?
Ahem, could it be that he is against the feudal ethics of parents' arranged marriage and longs for free love?
No! He is a disciple of Confucianism in this world. He abides by etiquette and pays attention to filial piety. He even obeyed his mother when he asked him to get married...wait, get married!
A large number of dusty memories surged in Zhao Rong's mind.
He had not been interested in spiritual practice since he was a child, but he was obsessed with Confucian knowledge and longed to become a famous Confucian, display his talents, assist the king, and govern the country.
However, when he was twelve years old, he was forcibly arranged by his mother to marry into the Zhao family. Although he was his childhood sweetheart and had a close relationship, he was deeply influenced by Confucianism and could not accept that he would become a lowly son-in-law. fact.
In this world, the status of a son-in-law is equivalent to that of a slave, and his status is low.
So what if he is the son-in-law of the Duke of Jingnan in the Great Chu Dynasty? He is still inferior to others, ridiculed by his peers, his official career is cut off, and his achievements are in vain!
He couldn't figure out why his mother, who had always loved him dearly, insisted on marrying him into the Zhao family, but it was difficult for him to resist his mother's order, so he could only vent his anger and complaints on Concubine Zhao Ling.
I blame you. You have fought against me for your mother since you were a child. My mother has always accommodated you and loved you more. After all, I am the elder brother and can let you go. But now you want me to be your son-in-law? What a shame!
After the two got engaged at the age of twelve, their relationship gradually deteriorated.
Three years ago, his mother passed away. Zhao Rong entered the Imperial Academy and Dai Xiao studied. Zhao Lingfei dressed in plain clothes and went to a place called Ziqi Pavilion to practice. It was vaguely heard that she later went to other places.
Now three years have passed, Zhao Lingfei returned, and the two got married as scheduled.
As for why I was lying on the ground next to the door when I woke up... Hiss, my head hurts. How much wine have I drunk?
…
Zhao Rong rubbed his temples and generally digested these memories.
He stared blankly at the young face in the bronze mirror, as if he had experienced these memories himself.
A dream of yellow beams, awakening from a big dream? Is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies or butterflies dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?
Zhao Rong took a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, turned around and walked towards the woman in wedding dress on the wedding bed.
When he came to the bed, he found that the woman's jade hands folded on her legs seemed to be holding something hard, and several colorful ribbons were exposed from between the jade fingers.
Zhao Rong raised his eyes slightly and stared at the red hijab that separated the two of them for a while.
Just as he was about to raise his hand, he suddenly paused and looked around. Sure enough, there was a jade ruyi with a red ribbon placed on a low table beside the bed.
He picked up Yu Ruyi and gently opened the red hijab.
A moment.
He held his breath.
I saw the beautiful woman wearing a phoenix crown and a rosy robe, with her hair coiled in tassels.
Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like a puddle of autumn water, her temples are like floating clouds, and her skin is like a peach blossom with a smile.
It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and flutters like snow in the flowing wind.
Beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, icy muscles and jade bones, the essence of literary brilliance, you will forget the vulgarity when you see it!
Zhao Rong had seen many well-edited photos of celebrities and Internet celebrities on the Internet, such as "beauties seen once in four thousand years" and "beauties with classical temperament". He thought he had already seen them all, but he did not expect that after being reborn, he would see for the first time
One person is so beautiful!
What most touched Zhao Rong's heartstrings was the light brown tear mole under the long autumn eye on her left side. Not only did it not ruin the beauty of her beauty, but it gave people a sense of tenderness and charm, diluting her cold temperament.
I feel pity for such a beautiful woman.
He suddenly felt a little hot...
"Qingjun."
Zhao Rong muttered softly like a ghost.
Under the red candle, Concubine Zhao Ling trembled slightly.
The two jade hands clenched tighter.
She continued to lower her eyelids, not looking at him, but her small ears and slender neck were as red as blood as if they were smeared with rouge.
I don’t know if it’s because of the name I haven’t heard spoken for a long time, or because of the naked gaze of the person in front of me.
There was another moment of silence, and the atmosphere began to become a little more charming.
Finally, the woman in the wedding dress couldn't help but break the silence first, speaking softly with her jade lips, her voice was empty and cold, like the frost and snow of thousands of years, but with a hint of trembling.