Red candle, incense burner, bead curtain half roll.

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!?

What caught my eye was an antique house with many classical artifacts he had never seen before.

The interior of the house is cumbersome, and under the illumination of candlelight, it is bright and atmospheric, but it is all dazzling red in the theme!

The carpet under my feet is red, and when I step on it, it seems like I am in a sunset.

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

On the square walls, on the wooden windows, and on the furniture are red paper-cut.

Finally, is the deep red wedding bed in the innermost part of the house?

The bed curtain was rolled up to both sides, and there was another festive red inside the bed, not to mention the woman in red sitting beside the bed who made him dare not look at it for the time being.

Zhao Rong suddenly looked down at his outfit in surprise.

Well, I didn't run away.

Although he is a single maternal dog, he has never eaten pork and has never seen pig run. He has seen weddings in ancient times in film and television works.

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

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

Zhao Rong staggered and stood up, reached out and rubbed his face.

I just woke up and sat on the floor next to the door and didn’t feel anything. Now I feel dizzy, headache, and dry mouth.

Zhao Rong lowered his head and searched. Sure enough, a wine jar was poured on the ground, and there was still some clear liquid left in the jar, reflecting the bright moon outside the door, and the ground was covered with water marks.

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

the Hangover?

He shook his head, turned around and moved to the door. Two red lanterns were hanging under the corridor. There seemed to be a courtyard around. The evening breeze was slightly cool, and the night in the distance was as dark as ink, and several intermittent cries of insects came.

Zhao Rong looked up and saw the bright moon hanging high, and he could not tell at the naked eye that there was any difference between it and the moon in his own world. So he closed the door and turned around and walked into the room.

Let’s first figure out your current physical condition.

Zhao Rong looked around and found an exquisite dressing table near the bed. The candlelight reflected from the bronze mirror just shone into 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 seemed to have no response and remained motionless when she had made trouble before.

The woman's wedding clothes were cumbersome, but she still couldn't cover her slender and tall body. The only thing exposed on the outside was the jade hands that overlapped on her legs, as thin as snow, and the fingers with red nail polish were delicate and small. For some reason, this reminded him of the 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.

Didn’t I stay up late to write my graduation thesis before going to bed? Why did I wake up and come to this place?

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

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

Besides, although he is a major in humanities, loves online literature and fantasy, he is also a firm materialist. When he encounters such a thing, he is simply shocked.

With this thought, 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 face.

He wore a groom hat in the shape of a jewel, with black hair and brown eyes, straight facial features, thin face and white skin.

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

Zhao Rong opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and saw the young man in the mirror opening his mouth slightly, and finally he dared to confirm that this is who he is now.

It seemed that something was awakened by this face. Gradually, a sense of withdrawal came, dizziness and headache were like the tide on a full moon night, sweeping through his mind, one after another.

Zhao Rong hugged his head in pain.

"bite!"

With a light sound coming from nowhere, he felt a pile of memory fragments appear out of thin air in his mind, memory fragments that do not belong to him.

The original owner of this body was also named Zhao Rong, whose courtesy name was Ziyu, and was seventeen years old. He was from Ganjing Dynasty in the Great Chu Dynasty. He lived with his mother in the Duke's Mansion in Jingnan, Ganjing since he was a child. He is now a student of the Imperial College.

The ideological and cultural aspects of this world are somewhat similar to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. They are active and prosperous. Various schools of thought question each other and confront each other. The grand occasion is unprecedented. He is a Confucian disciple...

"Haha, it's a bit professional to me." Zhao Rong thought to himself.

In his previous life, after he was admitted to college, he chose the ancient Chinese literature major that 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, but he did not regret it.

Hey, this world actually has extraordinary power. His mother is a monk! She is a worshiper from the fourth house of the Duke of Jingnan, but she died three years ago...

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

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

He wanted to marry into the marriage to Concubine Zhao Ling, the second lady of the Duke of Jingnan's Mansion.

In his memory, Concubine Zhao Ling was the only child of the fourth son of the old Jingnan Gong. Similarly, her father was not around since childhood, and her mother passed away when she was young.

His mother had a very good relationship with Concubine Zhao's mother. After the latter left, she acted as half of Concubine Zhao's mother and took care of her and grew up...

"A childhood sweetheart, no guess?" Zhao Rong couldn't help but think of this memory after "reading" this memory.

But why does a complicated negative emotion appear in my mind when I think of her name?

Bored, hatred, unwillingness, shame, humiliation.

"Damn, why did he hate her so much?"

Cough, could it be that he opposed feudal ethics and parents arranged marriages and longed for free love?

No! He is a Confucian disciple in this world, abiding by etiquette and paying attention to filial piety. Even his mother asked him to marry into a marriage... Wait, marry into a marriage!

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

He was not interested in practice since childhood, but he was obsessed with Confucianism and was eager to become a famous scholar, display his talents, assist the king, and govern the country and maintain peace.

But at the age of twelve, his mother forced her to marry into the Zhao family. Although the other party was a childhood sweetheart and had a close relationship, he was deeply infected by Confucianism and could not accept the fact that he wanted to become a son-in-law with a low status.

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

So what if he is the son-in-law of the Duke of Jingnan, the Great Chu Dynasty? He is still inferior, ridiculed by his fellow disciples, his career has been cut off, and his achievements have become a vain!
Chapter completed!