On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The morning sun penetrated the thin clouds, and the scattered rays of light poured onto the courtyard in front of the bedroom.

Murong Yan and Liu Miaoyan had just fought a round, and now they separated and stood on each side.

Murong Yan's posture was as straight as a pine tree. The spear in her hand had a dark and heavy shaft, like iron, yet it exuded a warm luster. The tip of the spear emitted a cold light, like the first ray of dawn tearing through the sky at daybreak, cold and dazzling, faintly emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

Look at the phoenix robe she is wearing. The main body of the phoenix is ​​woven with gold thread and the base is red silk, just like a phoenix reborn from the fire and resting in the sunset.

Each strand of gold thread outlines the delicate texture of the phoenix's feathers. As her breath rises and falls gently, the phoenix seems to be flapping its wings, about to fly, breaking through the robe and soaring into the sky.

At the neckline, a circle of fine pearls surrounds it, each pearl is plump and round, emitting a soft halo, which makes her neck look slender, like a swan.

The cuffs were wide and embroidered with delicate auspicious cloud patterns. Whenever she waved her spear, the cuffs fluttered, like auspicious clouds surrounding a phoenix.

The pearls on the phoenix crown sparkled brightly, and the hanging bead curtain was made of crystals and pearls strung together. When it swayed slightly, it collided with each other and made crisp sounds, which not only concealed the sharp light that occasionally flashed in her eyes, but also seemed to add a layer of mystery to her face, making it difficult to peek into her full thoughts.

The ruby ​​in the middle was as big as a pigeon egg, like a burning flame, making her entire aura even more noble and majestic.

The twenty-meter-long train, like a river winding across the earth, was embroidered with colorful silk threads, covering it with exotic flowers, rare birds and auspicious beasts. One end was firmly fixed to Murong Yan's slender waist, while the other end stretched freely, as if it had a soul.

The embroidered peonies are gorgeous and charming, with a natural fragrance. The cranes are flapping their wings, looking lifelike.

Liu Miaoyan was equally heroic, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, wielding a slender spear. Its gleaming cold light seemed capable of piercing the sky. Her eyes fixed on Murong Yan, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, her footsteps light, her muscles tense, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Your Majesty, I am sorry for the offense!"

"Hah!" With a clear whistle, Liu Miaoyan took the lead in attacking. She shook the spear in her hand, and the tip of the spear pierced Murong Yan's throat like a meteor. The speed was so fast, like lightning across the night sky, and it was so powerful that it brought up a whistling wind.

Murong Yan's beautiful eyes fixed calmly, a gleam of brilliance flashed in her eyes for an instant, and she swung the spear in her hand horizontally, and with a loud "bang", she accurately blocked the fatal blow.

Sparks flew where the spear tips collided, and the sound of metal clashing was like the beating of a war drum, echoing passionately in every corner of the training ground.

Under this violent collision, Murong Yan used the force to fly into the air, her figure as light as a swallow.

In an instant, the phoenix robe rustled like a blazing flame, and the corners of the robe fluttered like the wind and clouds stirred up when a phoenix spread its wings.

The bead curtain on the phoenix crown swayed wildly, and the pearls and crystals collided with each other, making rapid tinkling sounds, as if a war song was played for her.

And that astonishing 20-meter tail seemed to be injected with violent power, winding and circling in the air, like an ancient phoenix awakening, rolling wantonly, and the tip of the tail lashed the ground, making a loud "pop" sound, raising a large amount of dust, forming a small sandstorm with Murong Yan as the center, blocking Liu Miaoyan's vision.

Liu Miaoyan's eyes tightened, and she quickly put away her gun with her keen intuition. Then she swung the gun, drawing an impenetrable gun curtain in the air to protect her body to prevent Murong Yan from taking advantage of the chaos to attack.

Murong Yan did a phoenix flip in the air with clean and neat movements. Her phoenix robe wrapped tightly around her body, and her tail followed closely behind her like a loyal guard. After she landed steadily, she thrust her spear, and the tip of the spear stabbed towards Liu Miaoyan's heart as fast as a cheetah pouncing on its prey, as quick as a startled wild goose.

Liu Miaoyan hurriedly blocked with her spear and retreated rapidly. The blue bricks under her feet broke with a "crack", and she barely avoided the fatal blow.

Murong Yan continued to attack, her spear like a nimble snake, stabbing left and right, slashing up and down. Each spear carried a thousand pounds of force, and the shadows of the spear filled the sky, as if laying a forest of spears, trapping Liu Miaoyan in it.

The phoenix robe fluttered as she danced, and the phoenix pattern seemed to come alive, soaring and flying among the gun shadows and firelight. The tail was a stroke of genius, sometimes lying flat on the ground like a red carpet, confusing Liu Miaoyan's steps; sometimes it was raised high, and fell down on Liu Miaoyan's head like a mountain, with a whistling sound, making Liu Miaoyan unable to defend herself.

Murong Yan's eyes were as cold as ice, staring closely at Liu Miaoyan's every move.

Her face was stern and resolute, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a confident smile, as if mocking her opponent's powerlessness.

Every time she swung her spear, her phoenix crown would sway gently, the bead curtain would sway gracefully, and the light of crystals and pearls would flicker, contrasting with the cold light of the spear tip.

Liu Miaoyan gritted her teeth and held on, slashing with all her might with her spear, trying to break through the blockade of the spear shadows, but she gradually felt her strength was running out and her spear skills became increasingly messy.

Murong Yan saw the flaw and swung her spear suddenly. The spear shaft, with a whistling sound, smashed into Liu Miaoyan's back.

Liu Miaoyan was unable to dodge and was hit and fell to the ground. The spear flew out of her hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

Murong Yan held her spear against Liu Miaoyan's neck, her phoenix robe swaying gently in the breeze, its trailing thread like a ribbon celebrating victory, floating slowly in the air, its light dazzling and brilliant.

At this moment, she stood in the middle of the yard like a god of war, her phoenix robe and the train complemented each other, showing the heroic demeanor of a heroine.

"Hahahaha, Yanyan, you lose!"

Liu Miaoyan has practiced martial arts for many years, but now she is defeated by someone who has only learned martial arts for less than a day. How can she accept this?

"Not yet!" She quickly got up from the ground, took a deep breath, adjusted her breathing, picked up the spear again, and put on a posture as if she was determined to fight to the death.

Seeing this, Murong Yan raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of approval flashed in her eyes, and she held the spear horizontally in her hand with the tip pointing downwards, making a defensive posture. At the same time, her phoenix robe moved with the wind, and the tail swayed gently behind her, as if she was ready to attack.

Liu Miaoyan roared, and this time she changed her tactics. She no longer rushed forward rashly, but moved quickly around Murong Yan, waving her spear with the tip flashing, trying to find a flaw in Murong Yan's defense.

Murong Yan moved slowly and steadily, using stillness to counter movement. She turned her body as Liu Miaoyan moved, keeping her spear at the best defensive angle. Her phoenix robe and tail also spun gracefully with her body, as if she was performing a gorgeous war dance.

Suddenly, Liu Miaoyan seized an opportunity, rushed forward, stretched out her spear, and pointed the tip of the spear at Murong Yan's abdomen, as if to pierce her.

Murong Yan reacted quickly and pressed the spear downwards. With a "clang" sound, Liu Miaoyan's arm became numb and the spear almost slipped out of her hand.

But Liu Miaoyan was also a stubborn person. She used the downward force to change her spear into a horizontal sweep, attacking Murong Yan's waist.

Murong Yan dodged to the side, her phoenix robe clinging to her body, its tail like a flowing ribbon, and she quickly bypassed Liu Miaoyan's attack range. At the same time, her spear stabbed out from under Liu Miaoyan's spear, heading straight for her chest.

Liu Miaoyan's breasts aren't that big, but she definitely can't stand being stabbed.

In a panic, he used the spear to block, but the tip of the spear was entangled by Murong Yan's spear. For a while, the two were in a stalemate.

Murong Yan's eyes turned cold, and she swung her spear hard, knocking Liu Miaoyan's spear away. At the same time, she used the force to rotate her body, and her phoenix robe bulged, and the tail drew a beautiful arc in the air, like a huge fan, fanning towards Liu Miaoyan.

Liu Miaoyan couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the shoulder by the tail. She staggered and almost fell.

Murong Yan took advantage of the victory and pursued Liu Miaoyan with her spear like raindrops, each shot hitting the vital points.

Liu Miaoyan was exhausted from fighting off the attack, her back was soaked with sweat, and her tight clothes were sticking tightly to her body.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, the movement of her spear became slower and slower, and despair began to appear in her eyes.

On the other hand, Murong Yan's phoenix crown was still upright, the bead curtain swayed gently, the phoenix pattern on her phoenix robe became more vivid, and the tail danced more gracefully beside her, as if cheering her on.

Her eyes were firm and cold, and the attack of the spear in her hand did not weaken at all.

After another round of fighting, Liu Miaoyan was exhausted, her legs went soft, and she knelt on the ground, her spear hanging limply beside her.

Murong Yan's spear stopped in front of her, with the tip of the spear only an inch away from her throat.

"Hehehe, Yanyan, are you convinced?" Murong Yan's cold voice sounded, and the phoenix robe and tail slowly stopped moving, and everything returned to calm.

This thrilling morning exercise not only showed Murong Yan's peerless grace, but also made Liu Miaoyan deeply aware of the gap.

"Your Majesty, I… surrender."

"Hahaha, good sister, get up quickly." Murong Yan laughed loudly towards the sky and helped Liu Miaoyan up with one hand.

To be honest, Liu Miaoyan had never submitted to anyone in recent years. Although she was very afraid of Murong Wushe, it was just fear, not submission.

But today she was really impressed by Murong Yan.

He was too strong. I fought for nearly half an hour without even breaking a sweat.

Could this be the legendary innate holy body?

At this time, the courtyard was already surrounded by palace maids and eunuchs. They were initially attracted by the sound of fighting, and later they were deeply attracted by this wonderful competition and watched it intently.

At this moment, seeing that the fight was over, everyone applauded and cheered.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty is a master of martial arts! May the Great Qian live forever!"

"Your Majesty is so awesome!"

They were amazed at Murong Yan's superb martial arts and beautiful demeanor.

Murong Yan put away her spear and nodded slightly. Then she said to Liu Miaoyan, "Yanyan, go wash up. Look at your sweet sweat. Even I want to breathe it in."

"Uh..." Liu Miaoyan blushed, clasped her fists to Murong Yan, and turned to leave.

Since Murong Yan has become so powerful, she will no longer need anyone's protection in the future.

So she could no longer live in the palace.

Damn it, I only stayed for two nights, why bother?

Go back and ask Lin Zhen if he still has this kind of medicine that can make people stronger.

If not, then take it fiercely! I'd rather squeeze him dry than let her raise another pervert.

Otherwise, how am I going to survive in the army in the future?

Murong Yan walked into the hall with graceful steps.

The train of her phoenix robe swayed gently as she walked, and every step she took was like walking on a red carpet, showing her nobility.

The bead curtain on the phoenix crown still made a slight clash of sounds, as if telling the wonderful moments of this morning exercise.

Returning to the bedroom, Murong Yan gently took off the phoenix crown and placed it on the dressing table. The phoenix crown was still dazzling under the sunlight.

She took off her phoenix robe, folded it carefully, and stroked the phoenix pattern on it, feeling a mixture of emotions in her heart.

She called Musk Moon: "Musk Moon."

"The servant is here."

Musk Moon stood timidly behind her, her hands clasped together.

Murong Yan said, "Do you think this phoenix robe is a little short?"

"Ah? Your Majesty, this is still short? If it were longer, would it still be able to be dragged along?"

"Hahaha, I now have endless phoenix energy all over my body. Go and tell the embroiderer that from now on all my phoenix robes will be designed to be twenty-five feet long."

"This...I obey your order."

A fifty-meter-long phoenix robe... Musk Moon really didn't know if she could drag it, but since it was an imperial decree, she would just do it.

So she turned around and was about to leave, but Murong Yan stopped her again: "Stop, why are you running so fast? Come here and change my clothes."

Although Murong Yan didn't sweat, her phoenix robe and train were stained from the fight just now.

She couldn't face the ministers in dirty clothes.

Stand up and open your arms.

Musk Moon carefully took off all her clothes. When she saw her breasts, which were much larger than her own, the little girl blushed.

Very popular.

When putting a bellyband on Murong Yan, Murong Yan deliberately teased her: "Muyue, I don't even know how old you are."

Musk Moon was thinking about her breasts and subconsciously said, "Not as big as your Majesty's."

"Huh?" Murong Yan looked down in surprise.

Then he smiled and grabbed Musk Moon's ear!

"Ah! Your Majesty! It hurts!" Musk Moon immediately started screaming.

"Little slut, are you feeling aroused? Hmm? What I'm asking you is how old you are, not how big your breasts are!"

"I...ah...wuwuwu...I am sixteen years old this year." Musk Moon actually started to cry loudly, and her tears fell like an abacus.

"Humph."

Murong Yan snorted coldly, let go of her hand, and suddenly found that there was some bleeding at the base of Musk Moon's ear.

Her heart ached.

She forgot that her strength had increased, and when she twisted it as a joke just now, she actually hurt herself.

Seeing the little girl still crying, Murong Yan looked at her distressedly and said, "Does it hurt?"

"Um......"

"Go get some medicine. I'll wear my own clothes."

"Yes."

Musk Moon bowed and hurried out.

This is what it means to live with a king like a tiger. Even though it hurts so much, you dare not say a word.

Murong Yan sighed helplessly and sat back in front of the dressing table. Looking at her beautiful self in the mirror, she suddenly reached out her hand and supported her chest.

"Alas, this Heart-Eating Gu is truly a double-edged sword. I wonder how my husband managed to survive that time."

"Come here, pass the meal."

"Yes."

The palace maids came in one after another and placed some side dishes on the table. After Murong Yan had her meal, she went to court.

......

There are no trivial matters in state affairs, so daily meetings are essential. Overall, Murong Yan is a very qualified emperor.

As long as it did not involve her money or her phoenix robe, she would listen carefully to what the ministers said, then analyze the pros and cons and make relatively correct judgments.

This is also thanks to the fact that most of the officials in the court are loyal ministers who will not do anything detrimental to the country.

But some people also say that not all the ministers in the Golden Palace can be loyal ministers, and the emperor must have the ability to weigh the pros and cons.

Murong Yan, however, disdained this. She believed that the more loyal a minister was, the better.

The more central the officials are, the more everyone can work together, which will benefit the country and the people.

Lin Zhen was not there in the morning and no one knew where he went.

But there was an uninvited guest, which made Murong Yan frown slightly.

This person is Chu Feng, the envoy of Southern Chu to Daqian.

After the official from the Honglu Temple finished saying that Chu Feng wanted to see her, Murong Yan nodded in agreement.

The vermilion lacquered door of the Golden Throne Hall slowly opened, and the heavy sound echoed in the solemn and dignified hall.

Chu Feng, the envoy of the State of Chu, dressed in a navy blue robe, stepped steadily into the hall.

The robe was made of fine texture and embroidered with delicate dark patterns, exuding a mysterious aura from an exotic country.

He stood tall and straight with a stern face. After scanning the hall, he walked straight to the center of the hall.

The hall is magnificent and golden. Sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, casting patches of light and shadows on the golden brick floor.

Civil officials and military generals stood on both sides, all dressed in court robes, with solemn expressions, some with sharp eyes, some with lowered brows in thought, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

Chu Feng finally stood in the center of the hall.

In front of him was the phoenix chair that stood high above, exuding supreme majesty.

Murong Yan sat upright on it, wearing a phoenix robe. The phoenix embroidered with gold thread was lifelike, as if it was about to spread its wings and fly high; the phoenix crown was dazzling, and the hanging pearl curtain covered half of her beautiful face, but it could not hide the sharpness and dignity that shone from her eyes.

Chu Feng slowly knelt down, placed his hands on the ground, and said in a loud voice: "Foreign minister Chu Feng pays homage to His Majesty Daqian. May His Majesty live long and long."

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the hall.