On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen sat back in his original position in a daze, his eyes constantly changing.

So suspicious.

The capital is Liu Hanyang's root. Everything he has is here. Where can he escape to? Moreover, he has a huge hatred for me. If he leaves, won't he want to seek revenge on me?

Liu Hanyang's actions seem problematic no matter how you look at them.

Lin Zhen slowly leaned back in his chair, gently rubbing his temples with his hands, a hint of bitterness appearing on his face.

Recently, he has been overwhelmed by the flood of trivial matters, one after another.

The heartstrings are tense day after day, and even a person with a strong body will inevitably feel exhausted.

At this moment, Lin Zhen felt a pair of delicate and soft hands suddenly on his shoulders.

It’s Qingwen.

She caressed it gently with her fingertips, her movements carrying a rare gentleness and quietness, without the hustle and bustle and impetuousness of the past, as if she had turned into a pool of still water, deeply immersed in his presence.

She knew that Lin Zhen was tired and needed to rest, so she was surprisingly quiet today. She didn't chatter at all, nor did she make any lustful moves, and she didn't even glance around. She just stared at Lin Zhen quietly, as if silently saying: I'm here, you can be at ease.

She also hooked her finger at Huanbi who was behind the screen. The latter also walked over pretentiously, squatted down, and gently placed one of Lin Zhen's legs on her knee, knocking it with her little fist neither lightly nor heavily.

Lin Zhen closed his eyes, enjoying the meticulous care of these two beauties. After a long moment, he slowly spoke, a hint of subtle satisfaction in his voice: "Have you only recruited sixteen people today?"

Hearing this, Qingwen smiled softly, her eyes sparkling with intelligence. She parted her red lips and replied, "Yes, I got up this morning and sent my personal guards to post recruitment notices in conspicuous places. After noon, applicants poured in. But our requirements are very high and complicated, and we also need a guarantor, so we only selected these sixteen people in one afternoon."

"When recruiting workers, don't rush for quick results; make sure they have good character. Almost everyone in the city knows that being a rickshaw driver is profitable, so we'll definitely be able to recruit enough people."

"I understand~"

After saying this, Qingwen leaned gently against Lin Zhen's ear, her fragrance surrounding her, and she said in a soft voice like orchid, "Sir, would you like me to have a bite to relieve your stress?"

Lin Zhen smiled, pulled her onto his other leg, and reached out to pinch her delicate face lovingly.

"No need. I'm not in the mood today."

"Then let me sing a song for you~~Ahem~"

Huanbi squatted there, watching the unspoken intimacy between the two, feeling a mixture of emotions. She felt like she should say something to break the delicate atmosphere. However, when she opened her mouth, the words seemed to be blown away by the wind, and they took a long time to form.

She is not as bold as Qingwen, nor does she know as many tricks as Qingwen.

After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a slightly stiff smile, his voice as thin as a mosquito: "Uh... Yes, Prince, Qingwen sings very beautifully~"

"Hahahaha!" Lin Zhen laughed loudly, put down his legs, and pulled Huanbi onto his lap.

Then, the two beauties sat on each side, harmoniously together, without any more of the previous playfulness and fighting.

Lin Zhen's fingers gently brushed across Huanbi's straight nose, with a hint of doting: "Don't keep thinking about whether you'll fall out of favor or not in your little head. It's not that easy to be compared to others."

Qingwen watched silently from the side, without a trace of jealousy in her eyes. She naturally picked up the teacup that Lin Zhen had just drunk from, took a sip to moisten her throat, and then began to sing in a gentle and lingering tone.

"Heaven never leaves man without a way out. Earth has a benevolent nature. Flowers bloom and fall at their own proper time, and water flows eastwards endlessly..."

The singing voice was as soft as silk, penetrating the half-open window and drifting away into the distance.

......

The morning light broke the silence of dawn. The Liu family had not slept a wink all night, immersed in an inexplicable heaviness.

On the winding country road, a team of horse-drawn carriages stretching for hundreds of meters slowly moved southward, like a sleeping dragon waking up in the morning light and staggering forward.

In the most conspicuous carriage in the team, Liu Hanyang shook his body and barely swallowed a piece of dry and hard pot bread with a sip of clear cold water.

Since he became an official, when had he ever suffered such poor treatment? It was not that he had no money to buy it, but the Zoroastrians who were escorting him were strictly prohibited from entering the city, forcing them to continue along this remote country road.

The path was sparsely populated, and even if one passed by a village occasionally, there was nothing decent to eat, and one could not spend the money even if one had it.

Liu Hanyang's wife, Tang, Liu Shuyao's biological mother and the principal wife of the Liu family, was about forty years old, her face gentle yet a bit haggard. She gently raised her wrist and wiped away the tears that had fallen from her eyes with a handkerchief. "Master, are you telling the truth? Did Shuyao... really meet Lin Zhen's murder?"

"Can this be false?"

Upon hearing this, the gentleness on Tang's face was instantly replaced by deep sorrow. She murmured to herself, "You really can't judge a person by his appearance! Isn't Lin Zhen's punishment for our Liu family enough? He even murdered Shuyao. My poor child... wuwuwuwu..."

After she finished speaking, her tears began to fall again like pearls from a broken string.

Seeing this, Liu Hanyang's brows flashed with anger, but he still suppressed his emotions and said in a deep voice: "What's the use of crying! Wait two months, this old man will kill him with his own hands and avenge Shuyao!"

Although he knew it was impossible, Liu Hanyang still said this to comfort his wife. In fact, in his heart, as long as the Lin family could be wiped out, it didn't matter who killed them.

Tang was worried and spoke again: "What about Chen'er and Tao'er? They are still in the military camp."

"I have sent a secret letter. It won't be long before they join us in Qinghe."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Tang's tearful eyes revealed a hint of relief, and she turned her gaze to her most beloved youngest daughter, Liu Shuyao's younger sister - Liu Yuying.

This gentle woman was sitting quietly by the side at this moment, her eyes showing both shock at the family changes and deep concern for the safety of her loved ones.

Because Liu Shuyao cheated on Gu Beichen, Lin Zhenxian was furious, causing her to remain unmarried again even though she was already ready to be married.

But she was a very sensible girl, she did not make a fuss, and seeing her parents' faces filled with sorrow, she comforted them with gentle words: "Don't be sad, Dad. Maybe when we get to Qinghe, we can start a new life!"

"Good boy, go to sleep. It will be here in two days."

Rumble, rumble, rumble——

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the sky, like thunder rolling.

Liu Hanyang couldn't help but tremble, and asked in confusion: "Hmm? What's that sound?"

He lifted the curtain at the rear of the carriage and peeked out, only to see countless dark shadows galloping from the rear of the team, raising clouds of dust that covered the sky and the sun, as if they were going to swallow up the world.

The leader was Cao Xiong, who was riding a horse and rushing towards them like lightning!

"drive!"

"drive!"

Cao Xiong's roar echoed in the wind, carrying unquestionable majesty. "The carriage ahead, stop immediately! Otherwise, I will kill you without mercy!"

Liu Hanyang was terrified when he heard this, his eyes widened: "They are chasing us! They are chasing us!"

Tang, who was sitting nearby, asked in a trembling voice, "Who's chasing us?"

"It's the cavalry from the Longxiang Camp!" Liu Hanyang's voice was low and desperate: "Lin Zhen is here to arrest us!"

“Ah!? What should I do?!”

"Father! What should we do?" Everyone's face showed fear. Liu Hanyang was so frightened that he was sweating profusely and his soul was leaving his body.

At the rear of the team, the cavalry led by Cao Xiong came like a storm, approaching the last carriage in the team.

He rode his horse to the side of the carriage, and with a thunderous roar, he shouted, "Stop! Otherwise, don't blame Grandpa Cao for being rude!"

Before he finished speaking, a window of the carriage was suddenly pushed open, and then a crossbow with a flashing cold light suddenly stretched out!

Cao Xiong felt his scalp tingling instantly, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his fear was beyond words.

He lowered his head almost instinctively, however, the crossbow arrow was not aimed at his head, but at the horse under him!

"call out!"

"puff!"

"Whoa!" A long, mournful warhorse neigh pierced the air, and the majestic figure suddenly collapsed to the ground. Cao Xiong, using the horse's force to pull out his long sword, drew a smooth arc through the air, and landed steadily.

When he looked back at his beloved horse that had accompanied him into battle, he saw that the horse's mouth was full of white foam and it was dead.

It's a poison arrow!

"General Cao!" Behind him, the soldiers' shouts mixed with the sound of hurried horse hooves were approaching rapidly.

Cao Xiong's eyes widened in anger, and he cursed like thunder: "Fuck his grandma, Liu Hanyang is looking for death! Keep chasing, be careful, they have poison arrows!"

"Yes!" The soldiers responded in unison, their morale undiminished.

Cao Xiong ran wildly with a big knife in his hand.

At this critical moment, a man suddenly jumped out from the last carriage in the team!

The man held a huge fiery red horn in his hand. The horn shone ominously in the sunlight. He blew it with all his might, making a deafening roar: "Ugh—"

In the fields around them, the villagers heard the sound of the horn that pierced the sky, and instantly became excited and shouted in unison.

"It's the emergency horn of the branch altar!"

"Something happened at the village entrance!"

"Everyone grab your weapons!"

In an instant, they seemed to be ignited by the fanatical faith of Zoroastrianism. Thousands of villagers, armed with various farm tools and weapons, rushed to the village entrance like a tide. At this moment, Liu Hanyang's carriage team rushed over, brushing past them, raising a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Longxiang Camp attempted to pursue, but were blocked by the surging tide. The leading soldier, his face as cold as frost, shouted angrily, "How dare you! How dare you stop the imperial army? What is your punishment?"

"call out!"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out from the crowd, and the soldier who had just spoken in a powerful voice was immediately shot off his horse.

"Uh-huh!!"

Witnessing their brothers falling before their very eyes, the soldiers' eyes instantly filled with bloodshot and rage. The two at the front of the team were so enraged that they drew their swords, intending to slaughter the villagers.

At this moment, Cao Xiong also witnessed this scene from the back. His heart was broken, and his chest was filled with rage. He ran forward recklessly, roaring at the top of his lungs: "You dare to kill even soldiers! I'll fucking kill your grandmother!"

At the moment when the two sides were confronting each other and the atmosphere was so tense that it almost froze, a figure in a white robe suddenly appeared on the tallest watchtower in the village.

It was a Persian, with a blazing flame pattern embroidered on his chest. In his hand, he held a delicate torch, raised it high, and shouted loudly to the sky: "Ahura's oracle has arrived! Believers, let the divine fire annihilate these pests!"

"Divine fire? I'm so divine!"

Cao Xiong shouted angrily and snatched the bow and arrow beside him. Before he could take a closer look, the arrow had already shot through the air like lightning: "Swoosh!"

"Ah!" The sharp arrow hit the Persian in the chest. His body shook twice and he fell headfirst from the high watchtower.

Cao Xiong sneered, "Oh, you bastard, how dare you deceive the people in front of me!"

However, he had no idea that he had gotten into such a big trouble. The villagers around him, men, women, young and old, all stared at him with hatred, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

At this moment, a cry of grief and anger erupted from somewhere in the crowd.

"The Great Wizard is dead!"

"Revenge for the Great Wizard!"

"The divine fire will eventually descend upon the human world to wash away the sins of the world!"

"Kill!!" The villagers seemed to be instantly ignited by the fanatical flames. They picked up hoes, shoulder poles, kitchen knives, and even anything that could be used as weapons, and rushed towards the cavalry of the Longxiang Camp like crazy, with desperate determination flashing in their eyes.

Cao Xiong's expression suddenly changed: "What are you doing? Are you fucking crazy?!"

"Uh-huh!!"

"puff!"

"General Cao!! Dayong and Eryong are dead!"

Cao Xiong's eyes were wide open, bloodshot. "Fuck you! You all want to rebel, don't you? I'll grant your wish!"

After saying that, he picked up his long sword and rushed into the crowd.