Wedding ceremony tomorrow

Chapter 1 Nightmare

The bright moon hangs high in the night sky.

Inside the bridal chamber, red candles were placed side by side, and the character for "double happiness" was displayed in pairs, filling the room with a festive red hue.

The bride, wearing a red veil, sat quietly by the bed.

A wedding banquet was being held in the front yard, and the sounds of drinking and cheering could be heard from time to time.

I don't know how much time passed.

Suddenly, the sound of unsteady footsteps came from outside.

The maid Zi'er, who was guarding the door, said, "Young master, are you drunk? Let me help you."

"Need not."

The door is pushed open.

Footsteps entered the room.

The bride, sitting on the edge of the bed, nervously gripped her wedding robe, and the red veil covering her face swayed slightly.

"Squeak..."

The door closed.

Luo Qingfeng, slightly drunk, glanced at the bride by the bed and staggered over.

He sat down beside the bride, his breath reeking of alcohol, his eyes glazed over as he looked at the woman who was now his.

Having just transmigrated, my memories are still quite vivid.

He couldn't even remember who the bride in front of him was or what she looked like.

Everything about this place seems vague.

The room was completely silent.

Only the red candle on the table occasionally crackled.

The bride couldn't help but whisper, "Brother Qingfeng, we haven't drunk the nuptial wine yet."

The girl's voice was sweet, soft, and pleasant to hear.

Luo Qingfeng immediately came to his senses, reached out, and slowly lifted the red veil from her head.

In the candlelight, a youthful yet beautiful face suddenly appeared.

The girl lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her big, dark eyes looking shyly at her feet, her pearly teeth gently biting her red lips, and two shy and alluring blushes on her cheeks, making her delicate and lovely.

Her two small hands were tightly gripping the skirt on her legs, and she looked a little nervous.

Luo Qingfeng was momentarily dazed, and thought to himself, "So beautiful."

The girl shyly raised her eyes and reminded him again in a sweet voice, "Brother Qingfeng, let's drink the nuptial wine..."

"oh oh."

Luo Qingfeng then realized what was happening, quickly got up, walked to the table, and picked up the wine pot.

As he was pouring the wine, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and looked at the dressing mirror not far away. He was startled at first, thinking he was seeing things.

Immediately, his pupils contracted sharply!

The dim candlelight fell on the mirror, reflecting the girl sitting on the edge of the bed in one corner.

The girl in the mirror had no face!

The face, which was originally clearly defined, was now flat and empty!

Luo Qingfeng was startled and quickly looked away, continuing to pour wine while rubbing his eyes. He then turned to look in the mirror without making a sound.

The girl in the mirror still has no face!

Just then, a small, scarlet mouth suddenly appeared on that flat, pale dough!

Then, the small mouth began to split open from the corners, revealing two rows of sharp fangs!

Luo Qingfeng was startled, his hair stood on end, and he hurriedly turned to look behind him.

The girl sat on the bed, her face flushed as she looked at him. When he looked at her, she lowered her head shyly, showing no sign of anything unusual.

Outside the window, a dark cloud drifted by, obscuring the moonlight.

The noise outside seemed to vanish in an instant.

Luo Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, then immediately pinched himself hard to sober up a bit, and looked at the mirror again.

"call--"

Suddenly, a cold wind swept past the window.

The girl in the mirror suddenly disappeared!

The girl who was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head down and a shy expression on her face has suddenly disappeared!

Luo Qingfeng was startled and hurriedly put down the wine pot, turning around to look.

There was no one by the bed.

The bed, the area in front of the bed, and the area at the foot of the bed were all empty.

The bride has vanished without a trace!

Just as his face turned pale, a cold and sinister voice suddenly came from behind him: "Brother Qingfeng, are you looking for me?"

Luo Qingfeng suddenly turned his head to look.

A gaping maw full of fangs suddenly enlarged in his pupils, then with a "howl," it bit into his entire cheek!

"ah--"

In the pitch-black room, Luo Qingfeng suddenly sat up in bed.

Zi'er, who was sleeping in the outer room, hurriedly threw on her clothes and ran in, asking, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Luo Qingfeng sat on the bed, his chest heaving, panting heavily, and covered in sweat.

"Young master, did you have a nightmare?"

Zi'er lit the candle and came to the bedside.

Nightmare?

Luo Qingfeng was taken aback upon hearing this, and slowly came to his senses.

Nightmare...

It turned out to be just a nightmare.

Zi'er asked curiously, "Why would Young Master have a nightmare? Tomorrow is Young Master's wedding day. You will soon be marrying Miss Zhao'er. Shouldn't you be having a sweet dream?"

Tomorrow? The wedding?

Miss Zhao'er?

Luo Qingfeng looked completely bewildered.

Who is Miss Zhao'er?

He suddenly looked at the young maid in front of him, who was wearing a pink lotus-patterned bodice, and was about to ask, "Who are you?" when fragmented memories suddenly flooded his mind.

Zi'er, a maid in the Song family, was responsible for taking care of his daily life and studies.

This is another world.

He just arrived last night.

Because I was too tired and weak, I drifted off to sleep after thinking about random things for half the night.

At this moment, some memories slowly surfaced.

Da Yan, Qingquan Town.

His grandmother passed away and entrusted him to his maternal uncle's family so that he could continue his studies.

At the same time, help him get married.

He only vaguely remembered that the girl named Zhao'er seemed to be his childhood sweetheart, and his grandmother liked her very much.

As for the specific story between the two, I couldn't recall it at the moment.

"Young master, it's almost dawn. Sleep a little longer. You have to get up early tomorrow to pick up the bride."

"Zi'er said softly."

Luo Qingfeng looked out the window.

Night fell.

The sky was beginning to lighten.

However, he was not sleepy at all.

My body is a little sore.

He remembered.

Yesterday, I went hiking and offered incense outside the city with my cousin Wan'er from my maternal uncle's family. We didn't return to the city until evening, which is why I'm so tired.

"Zi'er, have you met Miss Zhao'er?"

Luo Qingfeng suddenly asked.

Zi'er shook her head: "Miss Zhao'er lives in Linshan Village and has never been to town. Where should I go to see her?"

The maid then looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "Young master, why are you suddenly asking this?"

Luo Qingfeng frowned in thought, but did not answer.

Zi'er yawned and said, "Young master, please sleep a little longer. I also need to go to sleep, otherwise I won't have the energy to decorate your new room tomorrow."

The maidservant blew out the candles and left the room.

"Squeak..."

The door closed.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

At this moment, the nightmare from just now resurfaced in Luo Qingfeng's mind once again.

A bright red wedding robe, pale skin devoid of facial features, a gaping mouth, and a gaping maw full of sharp teeth...

He suddenly looked up at the brand-new dressing table by the wall.

Then, he looked at the large bed beneath him and the other furnishings in the room.

Is this the wedding room of my dreams?

He paused for a moment, then suddenly got out of bed and walked towards the dressing table against the wall.

Arriving at the dressing table.

He looked at the mirror on the stage with lingering fear.

The light in the mirror was dim, and the edge of the mirror reflected the edge of the large bed.

There was no one by the bed.

He lit the candles on the table.

"what?"

He suddenly looked at himself in the mirror, his face full of astonishment.

The image in the mirror was exactly the same as the image he had before he traveled through time.

Moreover, their heights appear to be exactly the same.

He paused for a moment, then immediately took off his pants and turned to look behind him.

A bluish mole the size of a fingernail appeared on it.

Even their moles are exactly the same!

Could it be that he didn't just travel through time in spirit, but his entire body did?

That shouldn't be the case.

Where did his long hair and fragmented memories come from?

"call--"

Just as he was wondering about this, a sudden gust of cold wind blew past the window, making it rattle loudly.

The candle flame on the table flickered suddenly.

Luo Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat. His gaze inadvertently fell on the bed in the mirror, and it seemed that something moved under the covers!

"Who?"

He was startled and turned around abruptly to look at the bed!

The room was completely silent.

There seemed to be no more movement on the bed, as if what he had just seen was just an illusion.

But he couldn't possibly be seeing things.

He immediately lit another candle, and then went to the corner and lit an oil lamp.

The dimly lit room suddenly became bright.

Just then, a strange sound suddenly came from under the covers, like the whimpering of some kind of monster.

Luo Qingfeng was startled and was about to flee to the door when a dark figure suddenly darted out from under the covers with a "whoosh," jumped off the bed, and darted to the corner, staring at him with a pair of bright eyes.

It was a little black cat!

A person and a cat, their eyes locked.

The door suddenly opened.

Zi'er came in from the outer room: "Young master, what's wrong?"

Luo Qingfeng paused for a moment, then said, "It's nothing, this cat..."

Then, he suddenly remembered.

This is the kitten he and his grandmother raised. After his grandmother passed away, he and the kitten came to live here together.

In his memory, he had a very good relationship with the kitten.

"I couldn't sleep just now, so I was playing around with Hei Xiu."

Luo Qingfeng quickly offered an explanation.

Zi'er glanced at the cat in the corner, said "Oh," and rubbed her sleepy eyes, saying, "Young master, it's already dawn. If you can't sleep, I'll go boil some water and help you wash up."

Luo Qingfeng glanced out the window and nodded.

I really can't sleep.

After daybreak, he will go to Linshan Village to fetch his bride.

But even now, he still can't remember what his bride looked like or what kind of person she was.

Is she fat? Is she thin? Is she beautiful? Is she ugly?

Is it intact? Or is it defective?

To be honest, he was a little apprehensive.

But what's done is done, and nothing can be changed.

In his time, one could simply back out of the engagement and walk away.

But in this era, the consequences are something he cannot afford to bear.

His current status is that of a scholar, a Xiucai, who is destined to take the imperial examinations. With this stain on his record, he can forget about ever making a living again.

Moreover, given the mindset of women in that era, if they were suddenly jilted, they would probably jump into a river and commit suicide.

Even if he didn't jump into the river and commit suicide, his reputation would be ruined, and he would be ridiculed for the rest of his life.

He didn't want to ruin someone else's life.

Moreover, he and that woman were childhood sweethearts.

So, I had no choice but to accept my fate.

I just hope the other person isn't too ugly or stupid.

probably not.

Grandma wouldn't hurt him.

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(End of this chapter)