On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Learning martial arts is not something that can be achieved overnight. Liu Miaoyan understood this principle at a very young age.

The reason why she is so skilled in martial arts is not only because she has a great master, but also because of her unremitting efforts over the years. But even so, she can't surpass Murong Wushe.

Because Murong Wushe has never neglected his cultivation for decades.

Get up early in the morning to exercise, and exercise at night; exercise in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer.

People in their seventies are more energetic than office workers in their thirties, the only difference is that they are still working hard.

But even so, his martial arts skills did not improve rapidly. In his own words, if you improve martial arts too quickly, you will go astray.

But Murong Yan's performance today was really unbelievable.

Liu Miaoyan was certain that Murong Yan was still an ordinary person who couldn't even hold a gun this morning, but in just one afternoon she was able to fight the assassin who sneaked into the palace to a draw, and even captured the assassin at the last moment.

Is this... is this still human? Is she truly a phoenix reborn?

In the courtyard, Liu Miaoyan looked at Murong Yan in disbelief and said, "Your Majesty, your body is too strong, isn't it?"

Murong Yan looked at the blood on her hands and said, "I don't know either. I only know that I have learned everything you taught me."

"Hiss... How about we try a fight?" Liu Miaoyan now has a feeling that she may not be Murong Yan's opponent.

In other words, if the battle lasts more than fifty moves, you will definitely lose.

Because Murong Yan's learning ability is so strong, just now, she was able to use the assassin's moves to kill the assassin. This proves that Murong Yan's fighting process is actually her learning process, and she can master the learned moves in a short period of time.

But it was obvious that Murong Yan would not hurt Liu Miaoyan, so she wanted to try fighting with Murong Yan, maybe she could learn something from it.

Who knew that before Murong Yan could say anything, Wushe stood up and scolded her, "How dare you! Yanyan, how dare you be so rude to His Majesty!"

"That's fine." Murong Yan waved her hand. "We can practice later. For now, let's get rid of this assassin. He's annoying just looking at me."

Murong Wushe broke out in a cold sweat.

The fact that the assassin was able to enter the palace means that there was a problem within the Imperial Guards, and the Hundred Cavalry Division is also to blame.

Tonight, I wonder how many people’s heads will be hanging on the city wall.

Wushe said, "Your Majesty, I will go right away." After that, he looked at Liu Miaoyan.

"Protect His Majesty. If anything goes wrong, I'll hold you accountable!"

"Yes, Master."

Murong Wushe stretched out his fingers and touched the assassin's body randomly, and finally found a jade pendant around his waist.

There are two big words on it.

Magnificent.

Could it be the Xuan He Sect again? Are these guys so persistent?

Murong Wushe carried the assassin's body and walked outside, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Hiss... This assassin's martial arts skills are not very high, and it is simply a fantasy for him to want to assassinate Murong Yan in the palace.

Then what is he here for?

to death?

What's the point of him dying?

No, there must be something wrong here.

Murong Wushe was just a eunuch and didn't quite understand these conspiracies, so he had no choice but to run with the corpse, thinking of finding Lin Zhen to ask him.

......

On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, as night fell, a full moon hung high in the inky sky, casting its cool light and gently covering the depths of the palace.

In the imperial garden, the warm pavilion stands alone, surrounded by snow, and glows with a cold light under the moonlight.

Murong Yan sat quietly in the warm pavilion. Sitting on the phoenix chair, she was like the brightest star in the night sky, yet exuded an aloofness that kept people at a distance.

The phoenix crown was made of pure gold and inlaid with various precious stones such as rubies, sapphires, and cat's eyes. Each of them was large and round, reflecting colorful light under the moonlight, just like a sphere of stars.

The phoenix in the center looks like it is about to fly, with its beak slightly open, as if it is singing. Each feather is carved in such detail that it seems as if it will dance gracefully when the wind blows.

She was wrapped in a phoenix robe, and the phoenix embroidered with gold and silver threads soared among the sea of ​​clouds, looking lifelike. The wave pattern on the corner of the robe rose and fell gently with her breathing, as if there were real waves surging. The mink fur on the collar and cuffs was fluffy and soft, emitting a faint halo, which not only dispelled the coldness around her body, but also made her look graceful and elegant.

The twenty-meter-long train behind him slowly spread out from the warm pavilion and extended to the depths of the corridor. It was strung with pearls and jades into various auspicious patterns. Every step he took made a slight collision sound, as if humming a palace music.

Murong Yan stood tall and straight, her back not bent at all. She tilted her head slightly and stared at the bright moon. The moonlight outlined a cold contour on her face.

Her eyebrows are like distant ink, her eyes are as deep as a deep pool, but they hide thoughts that others cannot easily understand. Her nose is straight and beautiful, and her lips are like cherry blossoms, but at this moment they are tightly pursed, revealing her determination.

Occasionally snowflakes fluttered down, some landed on her shoulders, some blended into her hair, but she seemed unaware, so independent and detached from the world, as if the troubles in this world had nothing to do with her.

In the warm pavilion, she is the only one contrasting with the cold moon, the phoenix crown, the phoenix robe, and the train, forming a beautiful yet lonely picture, telling of the loneliness of being in the cold heights.

The sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence.

Lin Zhen had just found the chess and card Buddha in the afternoon and was about to go into the palace together when he saw Wushe rushing over and saying that Murong Yan was injured by an assassin, so he left the chess and card Buddha and rode over on horseback.

The snow under his feet made a "crunching" sound, and his hair on his forehead was disheveled, obviously he had been running all the way without stopping.

As soon as he stepped into the warm pavilion, Lin Zhen's eyes were fixed on Murong Yan, and the anxiety and concern in his eyes seemed to overflow.

"Yan'er, where are you hurt?" The voice was a little hoarse from the hurried journey.

Murong Yan turned around when she heard the voice, and seeing that it was him, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly, pulling out a faint smile, trying to comfort him.

"It's just a minor skin wound. Look, I'm fine." The smile was like a pearl covered with dust under the moonlight, which made Lin Zhen feel relieved.

However, Lin Zhen was not relieved by this. He frowned, his expression suddenly became stern, and a cold aura emanated from his body. He scolded in a cold voice.

"Those useless Imperial Guards actually let an assassin into the palace! And the Hundred Cavalry Division, they're supposed to be in charge of intelligence, but they didn't even know the assassin had entered the city! I'm going to hold them accountable!"

His fists were clenched at his sides, his knuckles white, and he was obviously extremely angry.

This is not only a matter of comforting Murong Yan, the most important thing is the negligence in defense and the face of the royal family!

The emperor of the most powerful country in the world was actually assassinated just like that. Where is the majesty of Daqian in the future?

How can Murong Yan intimidate the ministers! How can she rule the world!?

No matter who did it, Lin Zhen must make them pay with blood!

Murong Yan sighed softly, her delicate hand gently stroking the embroidery on her phoenix robe. She said calmly, "I have already chopped off the head of the Hundred Cavalry Division patrolling today and hung it at the palace gate. All the Hundred Cavalry Division personnel have been dispatched, but no news has come back yet. The Imperial Guards are numerous and diverse, and any single move could have consequences for the entire group. If we act rashly, chaos could ensue. We must carefully consider the situation."

Her eyes revealed the decisiveness and helplessness of an emperor, and they looked even deeper under the cold moonlight.

Lin Zhen's heart was filled with worry. How could he just give up? He took a step forward and said softly, "Let me see where you're hurt?"

After saying that, he began to search Murong Yan's body with his hands without any scruples.

"Oh, hahaha." Looking at his nervous look, Murong Yan felt a warm current surge in her heart and couldn't help but smile foolishly.

Just when Lin Zhen was about to tear off her bellyband, Murong Yan finally raised her hand to lift up the wide sleeves of her phoenix robe, revealing an arm as white as snow.

But there was a shocking wound on such a delicate arm, which severed this beauty.

The flesh at the wound rolled outward, and the blood dried and solidified into a dark red scab, which looked even more tragic against the fair skin.

Lin Zhen's eyes turned red instantly.

"Damn, these bastards!"

Murong Yan hid her arm and said, "Don't worry, my husband. The imperial physician has already applied some medicine to the wound. It will heal in a few days."

"Bullshit! What do those imperial doctors in the palace know? What if it's tetanus? It's not something that can be cured by just sprinkling some golden medicine on wounds. No, I have to send someone to call the Immortal Sun. He should have a solution."

"Husband!! It's really not a problem!" Murong Yan grabbed Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen then remembered and pointed at Murong Yan's forehead in anger: "And you! The dignified Emperor of Daqian actually wants to fight an assassin. Do you have nothing to do? You just learned some martial arts and you're already showing off. What will happen to you in the future?"

"My husband, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to try it on a whim." The emperor felt so aggrieved by Lin Zhen's scolding that he was about to cry.

Lin Zhen was still angry.

This was just a trivial assassination. What if a real expert came next time? If Murong Yan continued to be so arrogant, she would be killed sooner or later.

"I'm warning you. You can practice martial arts in the future, but you must let others do it at critical moments. Don't put yourself in danger!"

"I know..."

Lin Zhen continued gritting his teeth and said, "No matter if it was done by the Xuanhe Clan this time, I will never let them off easily! Don't worry, I will immediately send someone to Nanchu to pass on the message to Chu Batian, asking him to hand over Han Tianxing, otherwise Daqian will march south! I want them to know that anyone who dares to offend Daqian and hurt my wife must pay the price!"

His voice was low but resounding, echoing in the empty pavilion, startling the snow off the branches, which fluttered down, as if to support his oath.

Murong Yan looked at his resolute expression, her eyes full of emotion and trust. The cold night wind blew quietly, but it could not blow away the deep affection and determination that filled the warm pavilion.

Murong Yan pulled him to sit down, poured tea for Lin Zhen herself, and said, "Alright, alright, husband, calm down first. I haven't made you this angry before."