i have a sword fairy

Chapter 1 The People Are Like Rainbows

Red candles, incense burners, and half-rolled bead curtains.

Wedding bed, happy window, beauty red makeup.

Zhao Rong rubbed his misty eyes again.

I, am I in a dream?
But this dream is too real! ?
What came into view was a quaint room with many classical utensils that he had never seen before.

The interior decoration is cumbersome. Under the illumination of candlelight, it is bright and atmospheric, but it has a dazzling theme color - red!

The carpet under your feet is red, and your feet feel like you are caught in a sunset when you step on it.

The tablecloth of the small round table not far ahead is red, and the fiery red tassel of the tablecloth hangs down to the ground.

On the square walls, on the wooden windows, and on the furniture, there are paper-cuts with red 囍 characters.

Finally, the innermost crimson... wedding 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 beside the bed who temporarily made him not dare to see more.

Zhao Rong suddenly looked down at his outfit in surprise.

Well, I didn't run away.

Although he is a single dog, he has never eaten pork or seen a pig run.Ancient weddings are still seen in film and television works.

Well, it seems that I am estimated to be a groom, so I am in the bridal chamber at this moment?
The lady next to the bed with the red hijab is my bride?
Zhao Rong staggered to his feet, reached out and rubbed his face.

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

Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked for it. Sure enough, a wine jar fell to the ground. There was still some clear liquid in the jar, reflecting the bright moon outside the door, and the surrounding ground was covered with water marks.

No wonder it smelled 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. The surrounding seemed to be a courtyard.

Zhao Rong looked up, the bright moon was hanging high, and the naked eye couldn't see any difference from the moon in his own world for the time being.So he closed the door and walked back into the room.

Let’s first understand the current state of your body.

Zhao Rong looked left and right, and found that there was an exquisite dressing table near the bed, and the candlelight reflected from the copper mirror just shone into his eyes at this angle, which was slightly dazzling.

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

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

A woman's wedding dress is cumbersome, but it still can't hide her slim and tall figure.The only thing that was exposed on the outside was the pair of jade hands that overlapped on the legs, as thin as snow, and the fingers with red nail polish were delicate and small.

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?How did you wake up to this place?
Is it a lucid dream, or a prank?Shouldn't it be crossing?This is outrageous too!
He has only seen this kind of thing in online articles or in film and television dramas. Who would believe it in real life?
Moreover, although he majored in humanities, likes online literature, and likes fantasy, he is also a staunch materialist. When he encounters such a thing, it is simply shocking.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Rong has already walked to the bronze mirror.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at the bronze mirror.

In the mirror is a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

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

This...isn't this me in high school?Are you getting younger?

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

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

Zhao Rong hugged his head in pain.

"Ding!"

A light sound came from nowhere, and he felt that a pile of memory fragments emerged out of thin air in his mind, which did not belong to him.

The original owner of this body is also called Zhao Rong, Ziyu, 17 years old, a native of Qianjing in the Great Chu Dynasty. He lived with his mother in the Duke’s Mansion of Jingnan in Qianjing since he was a child. Now he is a student of the Imperial College eunuch
The world's ideology and culture are somewhat similar to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It is active and prosperous. Various schools of thought criticize each other and argue with each other. The grand occasion is unprecedented, and he is a Confucian student...

"Heh, it does have some professional counterparts to me." Zhao Rong thought to himself mockingly.

In a previous life, after he was admitted to a university, despite his parents' objections, he chose a major in ancient Chinese literature that he was interested in. When he approached graduation, he realized how difficult it was to get a job in this major, but he did not regret it.

Hey, this Fangtiandi has extraordinary power, and his mother is a monk!It was enshrined in the fourth room of the Duke of Jingnan's mansion, but he passed away three years ago...

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

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

He wants to be married to Concubine Zhao Ling, the second young lady of the Duke's Palace in Jingnan.

In his memory, Concubine Zhao Ling was the only child of the fourth son of the old Jing Nan Gong, and similar to her, her father was not by her side since she was a child, and her mother 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, taking care of her growing up...

"Childhood sweethearts, no guesses for two children?" Zhao Rong couldn't help thinking after "reading" this memory.

But why is there a complex negative emotion in my mind when I think of her name?

Tired, hated, unwilling, ashamed, humiliated.

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

Ahem, could it be that he opposes feudal rituals to teach his parents to arrange marriages and longs for free love?
wrong!He was originally a Confucian disciple in this world, and he abides by etiquette, pays attention to filial piety, and even obeys his mother's request to join him... Wait, join!

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

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

However, at the age of 12, his mother forcibly arranged for him to enter the Zhao family. Although the other party was a childhood playmate of his childhood sweetheart and had a close relationship with him, he was deeply influenced by Confucianism and could not accept the fact that he was going to be a son-in-law of low status. .

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

Even if it is the son-in-law of the Duke of Jingnan in the Great Chu Dynasty?Isn't he still inferior, ridiculed by his peers, cut off from his career, and his achievements have been reduced to nothing!

He still couldn't figure out why his mother, who had always loved him, insisted on letting him join the Zhao family, but he couldn't resist his mother's order, so he could only vent his anger and complaints on Zhao Lingfei.

I all blame you. You have robbed my mother from me since I was a child. It’s just that my mother has been accommodating you and loving you more. After all, I am a brother and can let you, but now you want me to be your son-in-law?What a shame!
So after the two got engaged at the age of 12, their relationship gradually deteriorated.

Three years ago, when his mother died, Zhao Rong was admitted to the Imperial College, and Dai Xiao was studying; Concubine Zhao Ling went to a place called Ziqi Pavilion to practice in plain clothes.

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

As for why I woke up and lay on the ground beside the door... oh, my head hurts, how much alcohol did I drink?

……

Zhao Rong rubbed his temples, and generally digested these memories.

He stared blankly at the young faces in the bronze mirror, as if he had experienced these memories himself.

Huang Liang has a dream, wake up from a big dream?Is it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dream of Zhuang Zhou?

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

When he came to the bed, he found that the woman's jade hand folded on her leg seemed to be grasping something, and several colored ribbons protruded from the jade fingers.

Zhao Rong raised his eyes slightly.Staring at the red hijab separating the two for a while.

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

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

In an instant.

He held his breath.

I saw Yiren Feng Guanxia, ​​with her hair fringed and fringed.

The eyebrows are like the mountains in the distance, the eyes are like a stream of autumn water, the temples are like floating clouds, and the skin is like a peach blossom with a smile.

It is as if the moon is covered by the light clouds, and it is like the snow covered by the flowing wind.

Beautiful eyebrows and eyes, icy muscles and jade bones, and the essence of Wencai, forget the vulgarity!
Zhao Rong has seen many retouched photos of celebrities and Internet celebrities on the Internet, such as "beauties I see once in 4000 years", and "classical temperament beauties". 1 is so beautiful!
What caught Zhao Rong's heartstrings the most was a hazel tear mole under the long autumn eyes on her left. Not only did it not destroy the delicate beauty of her face, but instead it gave people a charming feeling, diluting her cold temperament.

I feel pity for such an Iraqi.

He suddenly felt a little hot...

"Qingjun."

Zhao Rong whispered softly like a ghost.

Under the red candle, Concubine Zhao Ling trembled slightly.

The two jade hands clenched even tighter.

She continued to lower her eyelids and didn't look at him, but her small ears and slender neck seemed to be smeared with rouge, blushing like blood.

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

It was quiet again, and the atmosphere began to become a little charming.

Finally, the woman in the wedding dress couldn't help breaking the silence first, her jade lips spit out, and her voice was empty and cold, like a thousand-year-old frost and snow, but with a trill.

"Jade... jade."

"..."

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