Red candles, incense burner, and half-rolled up pearl curtain.

Wedding bed, wedding window, and beautiful woman in red makeup.

Zhao Rong rubbed his misty eyes again.

Me, am I in a dream?

But this dream is too real! ?

What came into view was an antique house with many classical artifacts he had never seen before.

The interior of the house is intricately decorated, and under the candlelight, it is bright and grand, but there is one striking theme color - red!

The carpet under my feet is red, and stepping on it feels like being immersed in a sunset glow.

The tablecloth of the small round table not far ahead was red, and the fiery red tassels of the tablecloth hung down to the ground.

There are red paper-cuts of the word "囍" on the four walls, wooden windows, and furniture.

Finally, there is a deep red...wedding bed at the innermost part of the room?

The bed curtains were rolled up on both sides, and the bed was filled with a festive red color, not to mention the woman in red sitting beside the bed, whom he dared not look at for the time being.

Zhao Rong suddenly looked down at his clothes in surprise.

Uh, no running away.

Although he was a bachelor from birth, he had never eaten pork, but he had never seen a pig run. He had only seen ancient weddings in movies and TV shows.

Well, it seems that I am a groom, so I am in the bridal chamber at this moment?

The young lady with a red veil beside 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, but now when I stand up I feel dizzy, have a headache, and my mouth is dry.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked around, and sure enough, he found a wine jar fallen on the ground. There was still some clear liquid left in the jar, reflecting the bright moon outside the door, and the ground around it was covered with water stains.

No wonder he smells of alcohol.

the Hangover?

He shook his head, turned and moved to the front of the door. Two red lanterns were hung under the corridor. There seemed to be a courtyard around it. The evening breeze was cool, the night was as dark as ink in the distance, and the sounds of insects could be heard intermittently.

Zhao Rong looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky. He could not see any difference between it and the moon in his own world. So he closed the door and walked back into the room.

I should first understand the situation of my current body.

Zhao Rong looked around and found an exquisite dressing table near the bed. The candlelight reflected by the bronze mirror just happened to shine into his eyes at this angle, which was slightly dazzling.

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

She seemed to have no reaction to the noise I had made before and did not move at all.

The woman's wedding dress was complicated, but it still couldn't hide her slender and tall figure. The only part of her body exposed was her pair of hands folded on her legs, which were as slender as snow, and her fingers painted with red nail polish were delicate and small. For some reason, this reminded him of a kind of ice cream 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.

Wasn't I working on my graduation thesis late at night before I went to bed? How did I wake up in this place?

Is it a lucid dream or a prank on a set? Could it be time travel? This is too outrageous!

He has only seen such things in online articles or film and television dramas. Who would believe it in real life?

Moreover, although he majored in humanities, was fond of online writing and fantasy, he was also a staunch materialist. When he encountered such things, it was simply shocking to his three views.

As he thought of this, 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 yet unfamiliar young face.

He wore a groom's hat in the shape of a juebian, had black hair and brown eyes, regular features, a thin face and fair skin.

This... isn't this me in high school? Have I become younger?

Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and saw that the young man in the mirror also opened his mouth slightly. Finally, he dared to confirm that this was himself now.

It seemed that this face awakened something in him, and gradually, a feeling of detachment came over him, and dizziness and headaches swept through his mind like the tide on a full moon night, wave after wave.

Zhao Rong held his head in pain.

"bite!"

There was a slight sound coming from somewhere, and he felt a bunch of memory fragments emerge out of thin air in his mind, memory fragments that did not belong to him.

The original owner of this body was also called Zhao Rong, with the courtesy name Ziyu, seventeen years old, from Qianjing, the Great Chu Dynasty. He had lived with his mother in the Duke of Jingnan's mansion in Qianjing since he was a child, and was now a student at the Imperial College of the Imperial Academy...

The thoughts and culture of this world are somewhat similar to those of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, which was active and prosperous, with various schools of thought questioning and arguing with each other, and it was an unprecedented grand occasion. And he was a Confucian student...

"Haha, it does have some relevance to my profession." Zhao Rong thought to himself with self-mockery.

In his previous life, after he was admitted to university, he chose the major of ancient Chinese literature, which he was interested in, despite his parents' opposition. When he was about to graduate, he realized 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 the worshiper of the fourth room of the Duke of Jingnan's mansion, but she died three years ago...

He studied hard while mourning for his mother. Now that the mourning period is over, he must obey his mother's original arrangement and marry into the Duke of Jingnan's mansion.

That’s right, it’s “marrying in”…

He was going to marry the second daughter of the Duke of Jingnan, Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

In his memory, Zhao Lingfei was the only child of the fourth son of the old Duke Jingnan. Similar to him, her father had been away from her since she was a child, and her mother also passed away when she was young.

His mother had a very good relationship with Zhao Lingfei's mother. After the latter passed away, he acted as Zhao Lingfei's half mother and took care of her until she grew up...

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

But why do complex negative emotions arise in my mind when I think of her name?

Disgust, hatred, resentment, shame, humiliation.

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

Ahem, could it be that he is against the feudal ethics of arranged marriages by his parents and longs for free love?

No! He was originally a Confucian student in this world, strictly observing etiquette and emphasizing filial piety. He even obeyed his mother's request to marry into her family... Wait, marry into her family!

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

Since childhood, he had no interest in spiritual practice, but was obsessed with Confucianism. He longed to become a famous scholar, display his talents, assist the king, and govern the country.

However, when he was twelve years old, his mother forced him to marry into the Zhao family. Although the other party was his childhood playmate and they had a close relationship, he was deeply influenced by Confucianism and could not accept the fact that he would become a lowly son-in-law.

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

Even if he was the son-in-law of the Duke of Jingnan in the Great Chu Dynasty, so what? He was still inferior to others, laughed at by his peers, his career was cut off, and his achievements were in vain!

He couldn't understand why his mother, who had always loved him, insisted on letting him marry into the Zhao family. However, it was difficult for him to disobey his mother's orders, so he could only vent his indignation and resentment on Concubine Zhao Lingfei.

It's all your fault. You've been competing with me for my mother since you were little. It's fine that my mother has always been accommodating to you and loving you more. After all, I'm your elder brother and I can give in to you. But now you want me to be your son-in-law? What a shame!

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

Three years ago, his mother passed away, and Zhao Rong entered the Imperial College, studying in mourning. Zhao Lingfei wore plain clothes and went to a place called Ziqi Pavilion to practice. I vaguely heard that she went somewhere else later.

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

As for why I woke up lying on the ground next to the door...hiss, my head hurts, how much alcohol did I drink?

…

Zhao Rong rubbed his temples and basically digested these memories.

He stared blankly at the young face in the bronze mirror, these memories seemed as if he had experienced them personally.

A dream of a yellow millet, awakening from a great dream? Was it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or was it the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, exhaled forcefully, then turned and walked towards the woman in her wedding dress.

When he arrived at the bed, he found that the woman's hands crossed on her legs seemed to be clutching something tightly, and several colorful ribbons appeared between her fingers.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes slightly and stared at the red veil 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 tied with a red ribbon on a low table beside the bed.

He picked up the jade ruyi and gently lifted the red veil.

A moment.

He held his breath.

I saw her wearing a phoenix coronet and a bridal robe, with her hair tied up with tassels.

Her eyebrows are like distant mountains with dark clouds, her eyes are like a pool of autumn water, her hair is like floating clouds, and her skin is like smiling peach blossoms.

It looks like a light cloud covering the moon, and it flutters like snowflakes blown by the wind.

With handsome eyebrows and eyes, fair skin and graceful figure, and the essence of literary talent, one will forget the world when seeing her!

Zhao Rong had seen many retouched photos of celebrities and internet celebrities on the Internet, some of them were "a beauty once in four thousand years" and some were "a beauty with classic temperament". He thought he had seen all sorts of things, but he didn't expect that after being reborn, the first person he saw would be such a stunning beauty!

What attracted Zhao Rong the most was the light brown teardrop mole under her long, autumn-water eye on the left side. Not only did it not destroy her exquisite beauty, but it gave people a touching feeling and diluted her cold temperament.

Such a beautiful woman makes me feel pity for her.

He suddenly felt a little hot...

"Qing Jun."

Zhao Rong whispered softly as if possessed by a ghost.

Under the red candle, Concubine Zhao Ling trembled slightly.

The two jade hands clenched tighter.

She continued to keep her eyelids lowered, not looking at him, but her small ears and slender neck looked as red as blood, as if they were painted with rouge.

I don't know if it was because of this maiden name that hadn't been called out for a long time, or because of the naked gaze of the person in front of me.

There was another period of silence, and the atmosphere began to become somewhat charming.

Finally, the woman in the wedding dress could not resist breaking the silence. She spoke softly with her jade lips, her voice was ethereal and cold, like a thousand years of frost and snow, but with a slight tremor.

"Where's Jade... Jade?"

“…”