On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Murong Wushe knelt on the ground and said, "This old slave is willing to do anything for Your Majesty."

"Okay, from now on, I'll get up half an hour earlier every morning, and you'll teach me martial arts!"

"Old slave, you obey!"

Murong Yan was looking forward to being able to ride a horse and gallop across the battlefield, so she was very serious about practicing martial arts.

However, at this moment, there was a slight noise coming from the palace door, and the eunuch on duty hurried in.

The young eunuch looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with a thin stature. As soon as he stepped into the palace, his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

He lowered his head, staring at the floor tiles under his feet, not daring to breathe. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking a small area of ​​the ground.

"Your Majesty..." The eunuch's voice was trembling, sharp and nervous, "The heroic General Liu Miaoyan is requesting an audience outside the palace."

After saying this, his body began to tremble even more violently.

There is no way. Now all the eunuchs and palace maids are scared to death of Murong Yan, and basically try to hide from her if they can.

But he is the successor trained by Murong Wushe, and he must serve Murong Yan every day.

Murong Yan nodded slightly, her expression calm, and said softly, "Xuan."

The voice was not loud, but it revealed unquestionable majesty.

The young eunuch felt as if he had been pardoned. He hurriedly backed out of the palace gate. He only breathed a sigh of relief after his feet stepped out of the threshold. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and trotted off to convey the imperial edict.

Murong Yan looked at Wushe with a slightly sinister look in her eyes: "Wushe, how come you, the successor, are so frightened when you see me?"

Wushe secretly criticized it in his heart.

Let alone him, even at my age, I get so scared when I see you that my calves cramp.

Who would kill eunuchs to relieve boredom when they are in a bad mood? Is it easy for us eunuchs?

"Your Majesty, I will teach you a lesson when I return."

In the blink of an eye, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps came from afar.

Liu Miaoyan strode into the hall.

She was 1.8 meters tall and had an upright figure. She wore a suit of armor forged from black iron, a thick leather belt with a python pattern around her waist, and a sword hanging from her waist. The ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt shone faintly with blood in the dim light.

Her black hair was tied up into a high ponytail, with a few strands of hair hanging down on both sides of her cheeks, making her look more heroic.

His face was fair, yet revealed the fortitude honed by long battles. His sword-like eyebrows slanted into his temples, and his eyes were bright, like the brightest cold stars in the night sky. The whole person standing there was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, sharp and yet heroic.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you!" Liu Miaoyan knelt on one knee with quick and decisive movements. He clenched his right fist and slammed it hard on his left knee. The collision of armor made a crisp sound, and the echo reverberated in the hall for a long time.

Seeing this, Murong Yan raised the corners of her mouth and revealed a faint smile. Her originally majestic face softened a lot in an instant: "There is no need to be polite when we are sisters. Get up."

Upon hearing this, Liu Miaoyan stood up neatly, her posture straight, her head held high as she looked directly at Murong Yan, her eyes filled with respect and affection: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"My husband said a while ago that he wanted you to come to the palace to protect me. Why are you here just now?"

Liu Miaoyan said a little embarrassedly: "Um... I went hunting in the mountains a few days ago and just came back."

"You, you, can't you change your temper? Your husband has said so many things to you, but you don't take it seriously. Girls, especially your husband's wives and concubines, should behave themselves and always consider the country and your husband. How can you do whatever you want?"

"Your Majesty taught you a lesson."

"Alright, Wushe, I need to accompany Yanyan these few days, so let's put off the martial arts training for a few days."

"I obey your command." Wushe responded immediately.

What did Liu Miaoyan think when she heard this?

Murong Yan wants to practice martial arts? This is perfect.

If an emperor doesn't manage his country well, why would he practice martial arts? Isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

Murong Yan looked at Liu Miaoyan, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Eh? Yanyan, why don't you teach me martial arts?"

Although Wushe is a eunuch, he is still a man in Murong Yan's eyes. She doesn't like any man other than Lin Zhen to touch him.

Liu Miaoyan opened her mouth wide: "Huh?"

"What? You don't want to?"

"Wei Chen dare not."

"It's settled then. Get a good night's sleep tomorrow and we'll start the day after tomorrow!"

......

The morning light was like a veil, filtering through the carved window lattices and pouring into the Golden Palace.

Inside the hall, all the ministers had already been standing in line.

Suddenly Murong Wushe walked onto the Phoenix Terrace and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty is here!"

Then the silence was broken by the clear and pleasant sound of jingling bells, like heavenly music.

Murong Yan took light steps and slowly emerged from behind the screen. In an instant, the Golden Palace seemed to be lit up by bright stars, and everyone's eyes were attracted by her.

The phoenix crown on her head was meticulously forged from pure gold, its texture rich and its golden brilliance dazzling. It was inlaid with large, vibrant rubies.

The sapphire is deep and quiet, with a faint light flickering; the emerald is transparent and green, full of vitality; the pearls are round and white, clustered in layers.

The phoenix in the middle is carved from a whole piece of mutton-fat white jade. The jade is delicate and warm. Every feather of the phoenix is ​​carefully outlined with extremely fine gold wire, and each feather is clear. Under the reflection of the light, it looks like a living creature, ready to spread its wings and fly high at any time.

There is an oriental pearl in the phoenix's beak, which is extremely large and shining, just like the brightest morning star in the night sky, showing the dignity and majesty of the phoenix to the fullest.

The phoenix robe is made of the finest and rare Shu brocade. The bright red background is eye-catching, revealing the majesty and solemnity of the royal family.

The robe is embroidered with beautiful auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes with gold and silver threads, and the corners of the robe are embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns in various shapes, giving people a sense of lightness.

The needlework of the patterns of mountains and rivers is extremely delicate, with undulating peaks and gurgling water, which is breathtaking.

The twenty-meter-long train behind him was made of brocade embroidered with phoenixes.

Fiery red phoenixes soar freely on the golden brocade. The thickness of their feathers is expressed by the density of silk threads, and they are embellished with crystal pearls and dazzling gems, making them as delicate and beautiful as dewy flowers in the early morning.

Each phoenix has a unique posture. Some fly with both wings spread out, soaring into the sky; some stand alone on one claw, looking down upon the crowd; some snuggle up to each other, flying side by side.

Every stitch and every thread represents the lifelong efforts of several embroiderers, countless silk threads are consumed, and the resulting effect is truly stunning.

When Murong Yan took the first step, the train slowly unfolded like a gorgeous rainbow. After a long time, the guards outside the hall saw the end of the train winding out. Wherever it passed, the dragon and phoenix carvings on the floor tiles seemed to be eclipsed and reduced to a foil.

Murong Yan walked towards the phoenix chair with great grace, each step steady and elegant.

As she slowly sat down, the dragon and phoenix carved on the phoenix chair seemed to come alive, complementing her phoenix robe and phoenix crown.

Upon seeing this, the ministers knelt down and shouted, "Long live the emperor!"

The shouts echoed in the hall, shaking the dust off the beams.

But when everyone stood up, subtle discussions quietly spread like a tide.

The censors, in particular, felt that they had failed in their duties.

"Your Majesty's attire is simply extravagant to the extreme!"

"Just look at the tail, it must be so difficult to walk. Is this how a king of a country should behave? It's absolutely ridiculous!"

Their words were filled with grief and sorrow, and the tablets in their hands were trembling slightly with excitement.

"Humph, with such extravagance and waste, how much more can the treasury afford?"

"As ministers, we are loyal to the emperor and receive his salary. If we do not correct your Majesty's mistake in time, and extravagance prevails in the court, the country will be ruined! Is this country still worth keeping?"

"Your Majesty!" Finally, Bu Chen, the censor of the Imperial Censorate, stepped forward, holding up his tablet and saying, "Your Majesty has gone too far!"