After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

As the night falls, the stars and rivers turn.

Red silk and lanterns were hung in the Jingwang Mansion in the middle of Qinghefang early in the morning. When the sky darkened, the lights were turned on immediately, and from a distance, there was a bright golden red. The small servants busy entering and exiting at the door and the thick layer of firecracker fragments in front of the steps were all illuminated with a lively joy.

When the soft wind blows in the early spring of the south of the Yangtze River, the red candle in the lantern flickers, swaying the happy characters on the lantern.

There is a happy event in the Jing Palace, which is today. The third day of February is an auspicious day appointed by the Holy Spirit.

The emperor said that on February 3, everything is suitable, especially suitable for marriage.

As for whether this day is really auspicious, it does not matter. The important thing is that the emperor insists on letting King Jing marry on this day. Even if there is a funeral in Prince Jing's Mansion on this day, he must put the coffin aside and marry that person into the door with blows and blows.

The emperor's words are powerful enough, just as it is.

Even if this emperor was killed by rebels into the capital city of Yecheng two years ago, he led Baiguan to the south and fled south in embarrassment like a dog in the water, and ran to Yuhang to survive.

However, the emperor who resembles the bereaved dog is also the emperor. What's more, the emperor only won a big victory a few days ago, and now it is the time for Chunfeng to be proud and full of ambition.

After all, no one in the world knows, the invincible and frightening General Huo of Saint Admiral Beiliang caught him and broke his legs.

It is indeed a happy event.

There are joys in the grand scene, and so are the palaces of Jing. But this double happiness came to the gate of the Jing Palace, but everyone in the Jing Palace was not happy, but they were all like mourning concubines.

after all…

It's common for other generals to catch them, to kill or pluck them.

However, wrap the general in a wedding dress and marry them to the Jing Palace to be a concubine...what a thing!

Therefore, although the Jing Palace was blown and beaten, the lanterns were decorated, and the firecrackers were set off for most of the day, none of the people in the Palace had a smile on their faces.

Everyone was busy coming and going, watching the excitement, but each tacitly lowered their eyebrows and dared not speak.

This kind of silence spreading in joy made the atmosphere in the palace somewhat depressing. The more you go in, the more dull the atmosphere becomes.

Especially An Yin Tang.

The Anyin Hall is the place where His Highness King Jing lives. The word "Anyin" is the name given by the master in the palace from the Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma for him.

This is not surprising, after all, His Royal Highness King Jing was sick and weak from the womb, and his body has never been healthy. To be able to live so ill and crookedly till now, it can be considered a bit of Buddha's light.

There was a brilliantly illuminated silence in Anyin Hall at this time.

The entire palace was hung with red silk, but there was no half of it in the Anyin Hall. Under the curtain of night, the courtyard was bright with candles, and the warm wind was blowing. Several tall, century-old pear trees spread the white flowers on the ground in the wind.

The maids in the courtyard went in and out, watching their noses and noses, but they dare not come out.

Everyone knows that the prince is in a bad mood today.

The prince said few words in the day, and he rarely smiled. He always looked somber, which made people feel unpredictable and could not guess what he was thinking.

Today it is even worse.

Even if he wants to come, although the prince has a habit of breaking his sleeves, he is not a person who is not afraid of meat and vegetables. Where can the enemy's generals be crippled and rewarded to the princes as children?

Regardless of how dangerous this person is, like a trapped beast, the emperor's imperial decree is extremely absurd, and it is simply a sacred decree that writes humiliating words and hits the prince on the face.

So the prince is in a bad mood as it should be. These servants have to be careful not to be touched or lose their heads at this time.

The room became quiet.

Because he married a concubine, the prince did not need to welcome him personally, but the bridal chamber was required.

Therefore, His Royal Highness King Jing packed up early, put on a golden red wedding gown, and tied the ink hair into the jade crown.

He is sitting on the couch, holding a book in one hand.

The descendants stood silently on the side, no one dared to disturb him.

A little maid who was serving in the courtyard walked in cautiously. She got the foreman's order to come in and take the basin of water next to the dressing table.

She lowered her head, her eyes did not dare to look randomly, and she clasped her hands in front of her. The atmosphere in the courtyard was depressing enough, but I didn't expect it to be even worse in the prince's room.

The agarwood burns quietly in the furnace, the furnishings are ancient and solemn, and the lamps are as bright as daylight. Obviously, it should be a peaceful and quiet place, but it seemed to be an overcast dungeon surrounded by demons, which made her legs tremble with fear.

She tried her best not to make a sound, and silently bowed to the prince on the couch, and quickly went to the copper basin on the ground.

But because she doesn't always enter the house to serve, she is not proficient. When I got up with the pot, the edge of the pot accidentally hit the edge of the ebony wooden table, and there was a muffled noise, and a little water splashed out.

With a thud, it broke the deadly calm.

The little maid shook her hand, her whole body was tense, and she hurriedly raised her eyes to look at the master on the couch.

She saw that the prince raised his eyes, his eyes quietly falling on her.

How beautiful are those eyes. The shape is long and narrow, the tail of the eyes is slightly raised lazily, and the eyelashes are long, and there are long eyebrows that are slightly raised, lazy and deceptive, like the eloquent and fascinating demon in the book.

There was a small scarlet mole on the end of such a beautiful eye. With the flickering of the lights, I almost took away the souls of people.

But the little maid was cold all over.

Those eyes were so dark that they couldn't see the bottom, and under the bright colors, they were arrogant and cold, as if they were looking at a dead thing.

She knelt on the ground with a weak leg, and the copper basin fell to the ground with a bang, splashing water on the ground.

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Jiang Suizhou waved his hand stiffly, motioning the little girl to go down.

She seemed to have received an amnesty, and kept kowtow to him apologizing, then picked up the wet copper basin on the ground and stumbled away.

Jiang Suizhou looked at her back in embarrassment, a little bewildered in his heart.

…who am I? So scary?

However, he categorically did not dare to ask, naturally, no one could explain it.

He remembered that he just finished replying to the student's message and turned off the computer to go to rest. For him, this was just an extremely ordinary day—except for the paper he received today, it was a bit too amateurish.

After all, he has been a lecturer at J University for several years and has brought graduates. He has seen all kinds of bizarre essays. He thinks he is well-informed. When facing the students, he can always calm down and deal with it freely. , Maintain kind eyebrows.

…But it was the first time he saw a history student, based on the unofficial history, to write the essay like a storytelling with ups and downs and full of emotions.

He wrote that it is unspeakable that the founding general of the Liang Dynasty and the Dingbei Hou Huo Wujiao led the soldiers to destroy the scenery. The reason is that when he was a hostage in Nanjing, he was admitted as a concubine by a sickly prince named "Jing" and whose name is no longer available in Nanjing. He endured three years of humiliation, so he returned to Beiliang. At that time, the speed of the army was so fast that it was also because of the grudge.

Precisely because of this, the King Jing, who died prematurely due to illness with few pens in official history, also died abnormally.

He did not die of illness, but was beheaded by Dingbeihou. To avenge the revenge of the year, Ding Beihou hung his head on the Lin'an city wall for three years.

Jiang Suizhou felt at the time that this kid, perhaps chosen the wrong major, should be a screenwriter.

For their history majors, it is basically a nature to follow Zhugege to study Qing history.

Therefore, Jiang Suizhou criticized the paper mercilessly, and finally gave his own suggestions for revision: change the topic and rewrite the article.

That student is also very ambitious.

"How do you know that the wild history is fake? You can't just say that my thesis is made up just because of this! Even if you study a lot of historical materials, you haven't personally experienced it, you have seen it with your own eyes!"

After receiving this reply, Jiang Suizhou sneered.

I study history, but I have to experience it myself? Then if I study ancient creatures, would I still go into the mountains to be a monkey?

He pushed his glasses ruthlessly and replied: "It makes sense, but the paper, rewrite."

After replying to this sentence, he smiled, rubbed his sore shoulder and neck, and turned off the computer.

But at that moment, the surrounding area suddenly became dark.

…power cut?

But it was dark all around, and there was not even the dim light that usually comes out at night.

Jiang Suizhou was stunned, trying to reach out to find the power supply on the table.

But before he reached out his hand, it suddenly lit up all around.

It's a lamp, but it's jumping and shaking.

The lamp illuminates his surroundings.

He saw that he was sitting in a room under the warm yellow light. The surrounding furnishings are all made of ancient, partitioned by screens, Duobao Pavilion, etc., there is no cave in the sky, elegant and solemn. Although there is no bright color around, and it looks awkward, but the brilliance refracted by those objects has a restrained and solemn luxury.

The room was extremely spacious, and there were a lot of maids standing around, at a glance there could be seven or eight.

Jiang Suizhou was a little confused.

... hallucinations?

He lowered his eyes.

At this time, he was actually wearing a bright red robe with wide sleeves. The silk had a precious drape, and the gold silk embroidered with complex moiré patterns, gleaming dimly under the lamp.

Look at this system, Jing Mo Liang Chu.

The book in his hand is printed vertically from right to left, in traditional Song characters. Looking at the ink traces, it is still in the stage of engraving printing.

The low table beside him, Huanghuali, and the tea cup on the table, he had seen in the museum.

[Sweet white glaze cup with camellia pattern of King Hou Ling at the end of Jing Dynasty]

Jiang Suizhou's eyes were blank.

...Who am I, where am I? How can the things dug out from the ancient graves be on my table?

At this moment, the reckless maid made a small noise, which attracted his attention.

But as soon as he swept his gaze over, and before thinking about speaking, the little girl who was about ten years old was so frightened that she fell to her knees, splashed the water on the floor, and kept kowtow.

On the contrary, Jiang Suizhou was frightened.

He tried to stay calm and raised his hand to signal her to retreat.

I saw the little girl holding the basin gratefully and running away. After not running a few steps, she almost slipped by the water under her feet and was hitting the man who came in.

"What does it look like to be reckless! Get out soon!" the man scolded.

The voice of the eunuch.

Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes to look at him, and saw this man trotting all the way, with a beautiful face and a smile on his face.

The smile is very sincere, with three points to please.

"Master." He proficiently bowed in front of Jiang Suizhou, reached his side, bowed and spoke back.

"The lady's sedan chair has arrived, Master, don't miss the auspicious time."

Jiang Suizhou looked at him quietly, and the hand hidden in his sleeve pinched himself severely.

If he didn't believe it, he could still pass through suddenly.

And, without knowing who I am, we will usher in a...

The bridal chamber anthuriums.