After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine - Chapter 1

[Chapter 1]

The night falls, and the river of stars turns.

In the middle of Qinghefang, Jingwang’s mansion, red silk and lanterns were hung up early in the morning. As soon as it got dark, the lights were turned on immediately, and from a distance, it was a bright golden red. The servants who were busy going in and out of the door and the thick layer of firecracker debris in front of the steps were all illuminated with a lively festive atmosphere.

When the soft wind in the early spring of Jiangnan blew, the red candles in the lanterns swayed, shaking the words “Happiness” on the lanterns.

There is a happy event in Prince Jing’s mansion, which is happening today. The third day of the second lunar month is an auspicious day appointed by the Sage.

The emperor said that on the third day of the second month, everything is suitable, especially marriage.

It doesn’t matter whether this day is really auspicious or not. The most important thing is that the emperor insisted that King Jing marry him on this day. Even if there is a mourning in the palace of King Jing on this day, he would put the coffin aside and let the man marry him first.

A word from the Son of Heaven can reach a thousand points, just as it is.

Even the emperor was killed by the rebels in Yecheng, the capital of the country, two years ago, and he fled south in embarrassment with all the officials like a backwater dog, and ran to Yuhang to steal his life.

However, no matter how much he looks like a bereaved dog, he is also an emperor. What’s more, this emperor only won a big victory a few days ago, and now is the time to be complacent and complacent.

After all, no one in the world knows that the invincible and frightening General Huo of the Holy General Bei Liang was caught and broke his legs.

It was a great event indeed.

The big scene is happy, and the Jingwangfu is also happy. But this double happiness came to the gate of King Jing’s mansion, but it made everyone in King Jing’s manor not happy, instead they were all mourning.

After all…

other people’s generals catch them when they catch them, and it’s normal to kill them or cut them.

However, wrap the general in a wedding dress and marry him to Prince Jing’s mansion as a concubine… This, what kind of thing is this!

Therefore, although King Jing’s mansion was blowing and beating, and the lights were bright, and the firecrackers were set off for most of the day, but there was no smile on the face of the mansion.

Everyone was busy coming and going, watching the excitement, but each of them tacitly lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to speak.

This kind of silence that spreads in joy makes the atmosphere in the palace a little depressed, the more you go inside, the more dull the atmosphere becomes.

Especially An Yin Tang.

An Yin Hall is the residence of His Royal Highness King Jing. The word “An Yin” is the name that the master in the palace took for him from the Lotus Sutra of the Wonderful Law.

This is not unusual, after all, His Royal Highness King Jing was brought out of the womb to be sick and weak, and his body has never been healthy. To be able to live so ill and crookedly up to now is a little bit of Buddha’s light.

At this moment, the An Yin Hall was dazzlingly silent.

The whole palace was hung with red silk, but there was not even half of it in the An Yin Hall. Under the night, the candles in the courtyard were brilliant, and the warm wind was blowing. Several tall century-old Tangli trees spread white fallen flowers on the ground in the wind.

The maids in the courtyard went in and out, watching their eyes, nose, nose and heart, but they didn’t dare to come out.

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

Wang Ye usually doesn’t talk much, and he rarely smiles. He always looks gloomy, which makes people feel unpredictable and can’t guess what he is thinking.

And even more today.

Come to think of it, although Wang Ye has the habit of breaking his sleeves, he is not a person who does not avoid meat and vegetables. Where can the generals of the enemy country be crippled and rewarded to the prince as a child?

No matter how dangerous this person is, like a trapped beast, just talking about this imperial decree from the emperor is extremely absurd.

That’s why it’s natural for the prince to be in a bad mood. These servants, they have to serve carefully, and be careful not to get bad luck and lose their heads at this time.

The room fell silent.

Because the concubine was married, the prince did not have to meet him in person, but the bridal chamber was required.

Therefore, His Royal Highness King Jing packed up early, put on a golden red wedding robe, and his black hair was tied into a jade crown.

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

The servants stood silently by the side, and no one dared to disturb him.

A little maid serving in the courtyard walked in cautiously. She was ordered by the foreman to come in and take away the basin of water by the dressing table.

She lowered her head, did not dare to look around, and clasped her hands in front of her. The atmosphere in the courtyard was already 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 day. It was clearly supposed to be an elegant and peaceful place, but it seemed to be a hellish underworld surrounded by demons, which made her legs tremble with fear.

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

But because she doesn’t always come into the house to serve, she is not skilled. When he got up with the basin, the edge of the basin accidentally hit the edge of the ebony table, making a muffled sound, and a little water splashed out.

A thud broke the dead calm.

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

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

How beautiful are those eyes. The shape is long and narrow, the end of the eye is slightly raised lazily, the eyelashes are long and the eyebrows are raised slightly, lazy and confusing, like the inexorable and soul-sucking demon in the book.

On the end of such a beautiful eye, there is a small scarlet mole adorned with it. When the lights flickered, it almost took away people’s souls.

But the little maid was completely cold.

Those eyes were so dark that they were bottomless, and under the color, they were arrogant and cold, as if they were looking at a dead object.

Her legs softened and she fell to her knees. The copper basin fell to the ground with a bang, splashing water on the ground.

——Jiang

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

As if she had been granted amnesty, she kept kowtowing to him in apology, then picked up the wet copper basin on the ground, and stumbled away.

Jiang Suizhou looked at her embarrassed back, and was a little confused.

……who I am? so scary?

However, he didn’t dare to ask the question, and naturally, no one could explain it.

He remembered that he just finished replying to the students’ messages and turned off the computer to go to rest. For him, it’s just an extremely ordinary day—except for the paper I received today, which is a bit too amateurish.

After all, he has been a lecturer at J University for several years, and he has also brought graduates. He has seen all kinds of bizarre papers, and he considers himself to be well-informed. When facing students, he is always calm and comfortable. , keep a kind face.

…But it was the first time he had seen a history student, based on unofficial history, write a dissertation with ups and downs like a storytelling, full of emotion.

He wrote that Huo Wujiu, the founding general of the Liang Dynasty and the Marquis of Dingbei, led his troops to destroy the scene, which is unspeakable. The reason is that when he was a hostage in Nanjing, he was accepted as a concubine by a sick and weak prince in Nanjing who had the title “Jing” and whose name was no longer testable. He endured three years of humiliation, so he returned to Beiliang At the same time, the speed of revitalizing the army and destroying the scene was also because of a grudge.

It is precisely because of this that King Jing, who had only a few strokes in official history and died prematurely due to illness, also died abnormally.

He did not die of illness, but was beheaded by the Duke of Dingbei. In order to avenge the revenge of the past, the Duke of Dingbei also hung his head on the wall of Lin’an for three years.

Jiang Suizhou felt at the time that this kid might have chosen the wrong major and should be a screenwriter.

For their history majors, this is basically the same as using Huanzhuge to study Qing history.

Therefore, Jiang Suizhou criticized the paper mercilessly, and finally gave his own revision opinion: change the topic and rewrite it.

The student is also very stubborn.

“How do you know that the unofficial history is false? You can’t just say that my thesis is made up because of this! Even if you have studied more historical materials, you haven’t experienced it yourself. You have seen it with your own eyes!”

After receiving this reply, Jiang Suizhou sneered.

I study history, but also experience it for myself? Then if I study paleontology, do I still go into the mountains and become a monkey?

He pushed his glasses ruthlessly and replied: “It makes sense, but the thesis, rewrite.”

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

And at that moment, the surroundings suddenly darkened.

……power cut?

But it was pitch black all around, not even the shimmering light that usually shines through at night.

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

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

It is a lamp, but it is jumping and shaking.

Lamps illuminated his surroundings.

He saw that under the warm yellow lights, he was sitting in a room. The surrounding furnishings are all ancient, with screens and Duobao Pavilion as partitions, which are unique and elegant. Although there are no bright colors around, and it looks ancient and clumsy, the brilliance refracted by those objects has a restrained and solemn luxury.

The room is very spacious, and there are many maids standing around. At first glance, there can be seven or eight, each with their eyes down, and they are not crowded.

Jiang Suizhou was a little confused.

… hallucinations?

He lowered his eyes.

At this time, he was actually wearing a bright red wide-sleeved robe. The silk has a sense of precious drape, and the gold silk embroidered with intricate cloud patterns shimmers in a dark light under the lamp.

Look at this system, the end of the scene and the beginning of the beam.

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

The low table by his hand, the one of huanghuali, and the teacup on the table, he had seen in the museum.

[Sweet white glazed cup with tea pattern of Mausoleum Lingshan at the end of the Jing Dynasty]

Jiang Suizhou’s eyes were empty.

…who am I and where am I? How come the things dug out of the tombs of the ancients are on my desk?

It was at this moment that the rash maid made a small noise, attracting his attention.

But as soon as he glanced over, before he could speak carefully, the little girl in her teens was so frightened that she fell to her knees, splashed water on the ground, and kept kowtowing.

On the contrary, Jiang Suizhou was frightened.

He tried to remain calm, raised his hand, and motioned for her to step back.

Seeing that the little girl ran away with the basin in her hands with gratitude, not even a few steps away, she almost slipped by the water under her feet and bumped into the man who came in.

“What does it look like being reckless! Go out soon!” the man scolded.

The eunuch’s voice.

Jiang Suizhou looked up 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 skillfully saluted in front of Jiang Suizhou, came to his side, and hunched over to answer.

“The lady’s sedan chair has arrived, master, don’t miss the auspicious time.”

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

He didn’t believe it, he could suddenly pass through.

Moreover, without knowing who he is, he will usher in a…

bridal chamber candle.

[End of This Chapter]