Red candles, incense burners, beaded curtains half rolled.

Wedding bed, wedding window, beauty red makeup.

Zhao Rong rubbed his misty eyes again.

Me, am I in a dream?

But this dream is too real, isn't it!?

What greeted him was an antique room with many classical artifacts that he had never seen before.

The interior of the house is tediously decorated, under the light of candlelight, bright and atmospheric, but it is all a dazzling theme color - red!

The carpet under your feet is red, and your feet feel like you're stuck in a cloud of sunset.

Not far ahead, the tablecloth of the small round table was red, and the fiery red tassels of the tablecloth hung low to the ground.

On the square wall, on the wooden window, on the furniture is a red paper cut-out.

Finally, there is a crimson ...... in the innermost part of the room Marriage bed?

The curtains of the bed were rolled up to the sides, and the bed was a festive red, not to mention the woman in red sitting next to the bed who didn't dare to look at it for the time being.

Zhao Rong suddenly looked down at his outfit in surprise.

Uh, I didn't run away.

Although he is a mother-born single dog, he has never eaten pork, and he has never seen a pig run. Ancient weddings have been seen in film and television works.

Well, it seems that I am probably a groom, so I am in the cave room at this moment?

The young lady with a red hijab next to the bed is my bride?

Zhao Rong staggered to his feet, reached out and rubbed his face.

I didn't feel anything when I woke up and sat on the floor next to the door, but now I feel dizzy and headache and dry mouth.

Zhao Rong looked down, and sure enough, a wine jar fell to the ground, and there was still some clear liquid left in the jar, reflecting the bright moon outside the door, and the surrounding ground was covered with patches of water.

No wonder there is a smell of alcohol on his body.

Hangover?

He shook his head, turned and moved to the door, two red lanterns hung under the porch, surrounded by what seemed to be a courtyard, the evening breeze was slightly cool, the night in the distance was like ink, and there were a few insect chirps intermittently.

Zhao Rong looked up, the bright moon was hanging high, and for the time being, he couldn't see any difference with the moon in his own world. So he closed the door and turned back and stepped inside.

Let's find out the current condition of my body first.

Zhao Rong looked left and right, and found that there was a delicate dresser near the bed, and the reflection of candlelight from the copper mirror hit his eyes at this angle, slightly dazzling.

He couldn't help but glance at the woman in the wedding dress sitting on the bed again.

She didn't seem to react to the movements she made before, and she didn't move at all.

The woman's wedding dress is cumbersome, but it still can't hide the slenderness and height of her figure. The only thing that was exposed to the outside of his body was the pair of jade hands that overlapped his legs, as thin as snow, and the fingers with red nail polish were delicate and small, which for some reason reminded him of a kind of ice cream that he loved to eat when he was a child.

Zhao Rong shook his head, drove away these strange thoughts, and walked slowly towards the bronze mirror.

Didn't I stay up late to write my graduation thesis before I went to bed?

Is it a lucid dream, or is it a prank? It can't be a crossing, right? This is too outrageous!

He has only seen this kind of thing in online articles or film and television dramas, who would believe it in real life?

Besides, although he is a humanities major, loves online literature, and likes fantasy, he is also a staunch materialist.

With this 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 green face.

He wears a groom's hat in the shape of a knight, with black hair and brown eyes, upright facial features, a thin face, and fair skin.

This...... Isn't this who I was in high school? I've gotten younger?

Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and saw that the young man in the mirror also opened his mouth slightly, and finally dared to confirm that this was his current self.

It seemed that something was awakened by this face, and gradually, a sense of detachment hit, and dizziness and headache swept through his mind like the tide of a full moon night, wave after wave.

Zhao Rong hugged his head in pain.

"Ding!"

There was a soft sound from nowhere, and he felt a bunch of memory fragments appear in his mind out of thin air, memory fragments that did not belong to him.

The original owner of this body is also called Zhao Rong, the word Ziyu, seventeen years old, a native of Qianjing of the Great Chu Dynasty, who lived with his mother in the Duke's Mansion of Jingnan in Qianjing since he was a child, and is now a student of Guozijian Taixue......

The ideological and cultural aspects of this world are somewhat similar to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, which was active and prosperous, and the hundreds of schools of thought criticized each other and contended with each other, and he was a Confucian protégé......

"Heh, I have some professional counterparts. Zhao Rong thought to himself.

In his previous life, after he was admitted to university, despite the opposition of his parents, he chose the major of ancient Chinese literature that he was interested in.

Hey, this heaven and earth actually has extraordinary power, and his mother is a monk! He is the enshrinement of the fourth room of the Duke of Jingnan's mansion, but he died three years ago......

He studied hard while keeping filial piety for his mother. Now that the filial piety period has expired, he has to obey his mother's original arrangement and marry into the Duke of Jingnan's mansion.

That's right, it's "marrying in......

He wants to give the second lady of the Duke of Jingnan's Mansion - Concubine Zhao Ling.

In his memory, Concubine Zhao Lingfei was the only child of the fourth son of Lao Jingnangong, and similar to him, his father was absent when he was a child, and his mother also died when she was young.

And his mother had a very good relationship with Zhao Lingfei's mother, and after the latter left, she acted as half of Zhao Lingfei's mother and took care of her all the time......

"Childhood sweethearts, two little guesses?" Zhao Rong couldn't help but think after "reading" this memory.

But why is it that when I think of her name, a mixed wave of negativity comes to mind?

Boredom, hatred, unwillingness, shame, humiliation.

"Holy, why does he hate her so much?"

Ahem, could it be that he opposes the arranged marriage of his feudal parents and longs for free love?

He was originally a Confucian protégé in this world, abiding by etiquette, paying attention to filial piety, and even obeying his mother's admission to him...... Wait, let's get in!

A large number of dusty memories swirled in Zhao Rong's mind.

He was not interested in cultivation since he was a child, but he was obsessed with Confucianism, and aspired to become a famous Confucian, display his talents, assist the king, and govern the country and the country.

But at the age of twelve, he was forcibly arranged by his mother to enter the Zhao Mansion, although the other party was a childhood friend of his childhood sweetheart, and the relationship was close, but he was deeply infected by Confucianism, and he couldn't accept the fact that he wanted to become a lowly son-in-law.

In this world, the status of a son-in-law is equivalent to that of a slave and a maid, and the status is low.

What about even the son-in-law of the Duke's Mansion of Jingnan of the Great Chu Dynasty? Isn't it still inferior, ridiculed by his peers, cut off his career, and his achievements have come to naught!

He couldn't figure out why his mother, who had always loved him, insisted on letting himself join the Zhao family, but it was difficult for him to resist his mother's order, so he could only vent his anger and grievances on Zhao Lingfei.

I blame you, you have robbed my mother with me since you were a child, and your mother has always accommodated you and loved you more, after all, I am a brother and can let you, but now you still want me to be your son-in-law?

So after the two got engaged at the age of twelve, their relationship gradually deteriorated.

Three years ago, his mother died, Zhao Rong entered the national prison, Dai Xiao studied, Zhao Lingfei wore plain clothes and went to a place called Ziqi Pavilion to practice, and vaguely heard that she later went elsewhere.

Now three years have passed, Concubine Zhao Ling has returned, and the two got married as scheduled.

As for why he woke up and lay on the ground next to the door...... Hiss, my head hurts, how much alcohol have I drunk?

......

Zhao Rong rubbed his temples and roughly digested these memories.

He looked at the young face in the bronze mirror in a daze, and these memories seemed as if he had experienced them himself.

Is it Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies or butterflies dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, exhaled hard, and turned around and walked towards the woman in the wedding dress on the marriage bed.

When he came to the bed, he found that the woman's jade hands folded on her legs seemed to be clutching something, and several colorful ribbons appeared from between the jade fingers.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes slightly. Stared at the red hijab that separated the two for a while.

Just about to raise his hand, he suddenly paused, looked left and right, and sure enough, on a low table next to the bed, there was a jade Ruyi tied with a red ribbon.

He picked up the jade Ruyi and gently lifted the red hijab.

Instant.

He held his breath.

I saw the Yiren phoenix crown and the tassel.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains with daisies, the eyes are like a pool of autumn water, the temples are like floating clouds, and the skin is like a peach blossom with a smile.

It seems to be like a light cloud covering the moon, fluttering like the snow of the wind.

Handsome eyebrows and eyes, ice muscles and jade bones, Wencai essence, forget the vulgar when you see it!

Zhao Rong has seen many retouched photos of celebrities and Internet celebrities on the Internet, what "a beauty seen once in 4,000 years", what a "classical temperament beauty", I thought that I had already read a thousand sails, but I didn't expect to be reborn once, and the first person I saw was so stunning in the world!

The most provocative thing about Zhao Rong's heartstrings is that under the long autumn eyes on her left, there is a light brown tear mole, which not only does not destroy the delicacy of the red face, but gives people a sense of Chu Chu and moving, diluting the cold temperament.

I feel sorry for such a person.

He suddenly felt a little hot......

"Qingjun. ”

Zhao Rong said softly as if he were a god.

Under the red candle, Concubine Zhao Ling trembled slightly.

The two jade hands clenched tighter.

She continued to lower her eyelids and not look at him, but her small ears and slender neck were as red as blood as if they had been smeared with rouge.

I don't know if it's because of this girl's name that I haven't heard for a long time, or because of the naked gaze of the person in front of me.

There was another burst of silence, and the atmosphere began to change a little beautifully.

Finally, the woman in the wedding dress couldn't help but break the silence first, her jade lips spit lightly, and her voice was ethereal and cold, like a thousand years of frost and snow, but with a hint of trill.

"Jade ...... What about jade. ”

“......”