The curtain of night fell and the river of stars flowed.
In the middle of Qinghe Square, Prince Jing's Estate was hung with red silk and lanterns early in the morning. As soon as the sky darkened, the lanterns were immediately lit. Looking from afar, it was a bright golden red. The servants bustling in and out of the door and the thick layer of firecrackers in front of the steps all lit up with a layer of lively and joyous atmosphere.
The soft spring breeze in Jiangnan blew and the red candles in the lanterns swayed, causing the word "happiness" on the lanterns to ripple.
Today was the day that Prince Jing's Estate had a joyous occasion. The third day of the second month was an auspicious day that the Emperor had personally chosen.
The Emperor said that the third day of the second month was a good day for everything, especially marriage.
As for whether or not this day was truly an auspicious day, it wasn't important. What was important was that the Emperor insisted on having Prince Jing get married on this day. Even if Prince Jing's Estate had a funeral on this day, the coffin had to be set aside and the person had to be married into the family first.
The Emperor's words carried the weight of a thousand catties. This was the case.
Even if this Emperor had been attacked by the rebel army two years ago and had fled south with hundreds of officials like a drowning dog to Yuhang.
However, no matter how much the Emperor looked like a stray dog, he was still the Emperor. Moreover, this Emperor had just won a great victory a few days ago. Now, he was flushed with success and full of pride.
After all, who in the world didn't know that the Emperor had captured the invincible and terrifying General Huo of Northern Liang and broken his legs?
This was truly a joyous occasion.
The scenery was joyous and Prince Jing's Estate was also joyous. However, these two joyous occasions didn't make the people of Prince Jing's Estate happy. Instead, they all looked as if their parents had died.
After all …
It was normal for a general to capture him and kill him or cut him into pieces.
However, to wrap that General in a wedding dress and marry into Prince Jing's Estate as a concubine … this, what was this?!
Therefore, although Prince Jing's Estate was decorated with lanterns and colored banners, and just the firecrackers had been set off for most of the day, no one in the estate had a smile on their faces.
Everyone came and went busily. They looked at the bustling scene, but they all tacitly lowered their heads and didn't dare to speak.
This kind of silence spread through the joyous atmosphere and made the atmosphere in the estate somewhat oppressive. The further in they went, the more oppressive the atmosphere.
Especially Anyin Hall.
Anyin Hall was where His Highness King Jing lived. The name 'Anyin' was given to him by a master from the Mystic Dharma Lotus Sutra.
This wasn't strange. After all, His Highness Prince Jing had always been sickly and weak since he was born. His body had never been healthy. To be able to live so sickly until now, it could be said that he had borrowed some of the Buddha's light.
The Anyin Hall was ablaze with lights and silence.
The entire Prince's Mansion was hung with red silk, but there was not a single piece in the Hidden Peace Hall. Under the curtain of night, the courtyard was lit by candlelight. A warm breeze blew, and the white petals of several hundred year old ancient pear trees were scattered all over the ground.
The maids in the courtyard walked in and out. They looked down and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Everyone knew that the Prince was in a bad mood today.
His Highness was usually a man of few words and rarely smiled. He always had a gloomy look, making people feel that he was unfathomable and unable to guess what he was thinking.
And today, it was even worse.
Thinking about it, although the Prince was homosexual, he wasn't a person who didn't abstain from meat and vegetables. How could an enemy's general be crippled and be rewarded to the Prince as a concubine?
Regardless of how dangerous this person was, just like a trapped beast, the Emperor's imperial edict was extremely absurd. It was as if the Emperor had written humiliating words into an imperial edict and slapped the Prince in the face.
Therefore, it was natural for the Prince to be in a bad mood. As servants, they could only carefully serve him and make sure that they didn't get into trouble and lose their heads at this time.
The room was completely silent.
Because the person he was marrying was a concubine, the Prince didn't need to personally welcome her. However, the bridal chamber was required.
Therefore, His Highness Prince Jing had already tidied up early in the morning. He changed into a red and gold wedding robe and tied his black hair into a jade crown.
He was sitting on the couch with a scroll in one hand.
The servants quietly stood by his side. No one dared to disturb him.
A young maid who was serving in the courtyard carefully walked in. She had received orders from the head waiter to come in and take away the basin of water next to the dressing table.
She lowered her head and didn't dare to look around. Her hands were clasped in front of her. The atmosphere in the courtyard was already oppressive enough, but she didn't expect the Prince's room to be even more oppressive.
Agarwood quietly burned in the stove. The furnishings were simple and solemn, and the lamps were as bright as day. It was clearly a quiet and elegant place, but it felt like the underworld was surrounded by demons. It made her legs tremble in fear.
She tried her best not to make a sound. She silently bowed to the Prince on the couch and quickly went to pick up the copper basin on the ground.
However, because she didn't always go into the room to serve, she wasn't very skilled. When she got up with the basin, the basin accidentally hit the ebony table and made a muffled sound. Some water splashed out.
A thud broke the deathly silence.
The young maid's hands trembled and her entire body tensed up. She hurriedly raised her eyes to look at the master on the couch.
She saw the Prince raise his eyes and calmly look at her body.
That pair of eyes, just how beautiful were they? They were long and narrow, with the ends of the eyes lazily tilted upwards. With long eyelashes and a pair of slightly raised eyebrows, they were lazy and seductive. They were like the demons in the books that could steal a person's soul.
At the ends of those beautiful eyes, there was a small red mole. In the flickering light, it was as if it could take away a person's soul.
But the young maid's entire body was cold.
Those eyes were so dark that one couldn't see the bottom. Under the beautiful eyes, they were arrogant and cold, like they were looking at a dead object.
Her legs went soft and she fell to the ground. The copper basin fell to the ground with a clang and splashed water all over the floor.
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Jiang Suzhou stiffly waved his hand, indicating for the little girl to leave.
It was like she had been pardoned. She kowtowed to him and apologized. Then she picked up the wet copper basin and stumbled out.
Jiang Suzhou looked at her sorry figure running away and his heart was filled with confusion.
… … Who am I? Why am I so scary?
But he didn't dare to ask this question. Naturally, no one could explain it to him.
He remembered that he had just finished replying to the students' messages and turned off his computer to rest. For him, this was an extremely ordinary day — except for the paper he received today, which was a bit too amateur.
After all, he had been a lecturer at J University for several years and had also taught graduates. He had seen all kinds of strange papers and believed that he was experienced and knowledgeable. When facing students, he could always be calm and composed, and he could easily deal with them and maintain a kind expression.
… … But this was the first time he saw a student from the History Department write a paper like a storyteller based on unofficial history. It was full of ups and downs, full of emotions.
He wrote that the founding general of the Liang Dynasty, the Marquis of North Pacifying, Huo Wujiu, led an army to destroy Jing Dynasty for a reason. The reason was that when he was a hostage in Nanjing, he had been taken in as a concubine by a sickly prince whose name was no longer known. He had endured three years of humiliation. Therefore, when he returned to Beiliang, he led an army to destroy Jing Dynasty. The speed of his actions was also because he harbored hatred in his heart.
It was also because of this that Prince Jing, who only had a few strokes in official history and died early due to illness, also died an unnatural death.
He didn't die of illness. He was beheaded by Marquis North Pacifying. In order to take revenge, Marquis North Pacifying even hung his head on the city wall of Lin 'an for three whole years.
At that time, Jiang Suzhou thought that this child might have chosen the wrong major and should have been a screenwriter.
For a History Department like them, this was basically the same as using Princess Pearl to study the history of the Qing Dynasty.
Therefore, Jiang Suzhou mercilessly criticized the paper and finally gave his own suggestions for revision: change the topic and rewrite the paper.
The student was also quite stubborn.
"How do you know that the unofficial history is fake? You can't say that my paper is fabricated just because of this! No matter how many historical materials you have studied, you have never personally experienced or seen it with your own eyes! "
After receiving this reply, Jiang Suzhou sneered.
I study history and have to personally experience it? If I study ancient creatures, do I have to go into the mountains and be a monkey?
He coldly pushed his glasses and replied, "That makes sense, but the paper has to be rewritten."
After replying to this sentence, he smiled, rubbed his sore shoulders, and turned off the computer.
At that moment, his surroundings suddenly darkened.
… A power outage?
However, his surroundings were pitch black. There wasn't even a glimmer of light that usually shone through at night.
Jiang Suzhou was stunned and wanted to reach out to find the power source on the table.
However, before he could reach out, his surroundings suddenly lit up.
It was a light, but it was jumping and swaying.
The light illuminated his surroundings.
He saw that he was sitting in a room under the warm yellow light. The furnishings around him were all ancient, with screens and treasure pavilions as partitions. It was a different world, elegant and dignified. Although there wasn't much light around and it looked simple, the light refracted by the objects had a restrained and dignified luxury.
The room was extremely spacious. There were many maids standing around. At a glance, there were seven or eight of them, each standing with their eyes down. It didn't seem crowded at all.
Jiang Suzhou's mind was a bit blank.
… An illusion?
He lowered his eyes.
At this time, he was wearing a bright red robe with wide sleeves. The silk had a precious feeling. The golden silk was embroidered with complicated cloud patterns, shining dimly under the light.
Looking at the pattern, Jing Mo and Liang Chu.
The book in his hand was printed vertically from right to left. Traditional Song characters. Looking at the ink marks, it was still in the stage of engraving printing.
The low table beside him was made of yellow rosewood. The teacup on the table was something he had seen in a museum.
[Jing Mo Wang Hou Ling Mountain Tea Patterned Sweet White Glazed Cup]
Jiang Suzhou's eyes were empty.
… Who am I, where am I? How could something dug up from the graves of the ancients be on my table?
It was also at this moment that the careless maidservant made a sound that attracted his attention.
But as soon as his eyes swept over, before he could say anything, the young girl, who was about ten years old, was so frightened that she fell to her knees. Water spilled all over the floor, and she kept kowtowing.
On the other hand, Jiang Suzhou was scared silly.
He tried to remain calm. He raised his hand, indicating for her to leave.
He saw the young girl run away with the basin in her arms. But after running a few steps, she almost slipped on the water under her feet and bumped into the man coming in.
"What are you doing being so careless! Get out! "The man reprimanded.
It was the eunuch's voice.
Jiang Suzhou looked up at him. He saw the man jogging over. His face was delicate and pretty, and he had a smile on his face.
His smile was sincere, and there was a hint of flattery.
"Master." He bowed in a practiced manner in front of Jiang Suizhou. Arriving at his side, he bowed and replied.
"That madam's sedan chair has arrived. Master, you must not miss the auspicious hour."
Jiang Suzhou looked at him quietly. The hand hidden in his sleeve pinched himself.
He didn't believe that he could suddenly transmigrate.
Furthermore, before he could figure out who he was, he would have to face a …
The wedding night.
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