On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

As the two were talking, Musk Moon walked in, parting the curtains of the warm pavilion and bowing, saying, "Your Majesty, Zhang Li is here."

Lin Zhen saw it clearly.

When Musk Moon bent over, her chest felt bulging from the pressure.

Her hands rested on her lower abdomen, creating a perfect contrast to the outline above.

Hiss...a new batch of girls has grown up.

Murong Yan said with displeasure, "How dare you call her by her name? You should call her Madam Zhang Li."

"Yes, I am guilty."

Murong Yan saw Lin Zhen's eyes, smiled knowingly, and said to Musk Moon, "Please invite him in."

"Yes."

Musk Moon retreated, but Lin Zhen still stared at her little butt as it swayed as she walked.

Murong Yan hit Lin Zhen in anger and said, "If you want to take it, take it. How can you stare at a little girl like that?"

"Collect?" Lin Zhen smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Forget it. The more wives and concubines you have, the greater the responsibility. I don't have the energy to take care of more women anymore."

"You are a man of integrity and loyalty, much better than those dandy men who marry high-ranking officials." Murong Yan smiled and looked at Lin Zhen affectionately, "This is why I like you."

Lin Zhen's face flushed: "Uh..."

"But are you really not going to accept Xiao Musk Moon? She is my personal maid. It would be too pitiful for her to live out her life alone in the palace."

"We'll talk about it later." Lin Zhen continued the previous topic. "I plan to have each of the four camps send a hundred elite soldiers to Miaojiang to inquire about the situation. You can also arrange for your Hundred Cavalry Division to join them."

Murong Yan shook her head and said, "No need. The Hundred Cavalry Division isn't even responsible for the affairs of the capital, so how could they have the energy to explore the world? However, I am curious about the end of the sky. Tell the soldiers sent out to report back immediately if they find the end of the sky."

the end?

There is no end.

We all live on a sphere. If you keep walking east, you will find that you are back to the starting point.

But there was no way to explain this matter to Murong Yan, and only Chu Xiling and he had some common topics.

At this time, Murong Yan grabbed Lin Zhen's hand and said with bright eyes, "Husband, I am now a master who can beat Yan Yan!"

In the morning, Liu Miaoyan returned to the palace with a very bad look on her face. After Lin Zhen asked her, he learned that she had lost to Murong Yan.

At first Lin Zhen didn't believe it and was about to go to the palace to ask, but who knew he would run into Wushe who came to deliver the imperial edict.

Lin Zhen asked, "Really?"

"Well! You don't believe it? Come with me!"

Murong Yan took Lin Zhen's hand and walked out of the warm pavilion.

.......

The imperial palace stage.

The gold paint on the flying eaves and brackets sparkles in the sunlight, contrasting with the solemn palaces around it, exuding a sense of solemnity and a hidden sense of bustle.

Murong Yan came side by side with Lin Zhen. She had an upright posture and graceful demeanor.

The gorgeous and unparalleled phoenix robe swayed gently with her steps. On the phoenix crown, the phoenix wrapped in gold threads flickered in the light and shadow, and the pearl tassels swayed, as if whispering noble secrets.

Each pearl is round and full, emitting a soft halo. As Murong Yan's subtle movements gently collide, they make crisp and pleasant sounds.

When the two men approached the stage, they saw two weapon racks already firmly placed on the stage, with swords, spears, and halberds standing in rows, flashing cold light.

Murong Yan's beautiful eyes moved, and she took light steps, then suddenly jumped up.

In an instant, the phoenix robe rustled violently, as if a flag was whistling in the wind. The bright red robe was like a burning flame, drawing a stunning arc in the air.

The fifty-meter-long tail was like a lively colorful cloud, rolling freely behind her. She seemed to have turned into a flying fairy breaking through the wall in the Dunhuang murals, with her clothes fluttering and her beauty breathtaking.

The phoenix embroidered on the phoenix robe was also ignited by the owner's passion at this moment. It flapped its wings and was about to fly. The wings outlined with golden thread flashed a dazzling light under the lamp, as if it wanted to break through the confinement of the silk and soar into the sky.

The phoenix on the phoenix crown was even more lifelike. As Murong Yan leaped up, its neck stretched slightly, as if cheering for the upcoming battle. Its ruby-encrusted eyes burst out with sharp light, which matched the fighting spirit in Murong Yan's eyes.

Murong Yan landed lightly on the stage, flicked her lotus fingers, and grasped a long spear.

With the spear in hand, her whole aura changed instantly, like a female general inspecting her troops on the battlefield, heroic yet beautiful.

She opened her red lips slightly and said loudly to Murong Wushe, who was not far away from the stage, "Wushe, fight a few moves with me."

"Uh..." Murong Wushe looked at Lin Zhen beside him. Seeing that he didn't respond, he bowed slightly, with a humble smile on his face, and replied: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards the stage like lightning.

Although he did not hold any weapon in his hand, the aura he exuded was like a sharp blade out of its sheath, which made people dare not underestimate him.

In the blink of an eye, Wushe was in front of the stage. He stepped lightly, turned sideways and slapped Murong Yan in the face with a fierce palm. The palm was so powerful that it caused the air around him to whistle.

This palm may seem simple, but it actually contains hidden secrets. The palm force is strong yet gentle. Once it hits, it can make the opponent lose the power to resist instantly.

Seeing this, Murong Yan remained calm, her beautiful eyes shining brightly under the phoenix crown.

She shook the spear in her hand, and the tip of the spear made a beautiful gun flower in the air, just like a blooming metal rose. With a crisp "ding" sound, she resisted the tongueless palm wind with incredible precision.

At that moment, sparks seemed to fly between the tip of the gun and the palm of the hand, and the light shone, reflecting Murong Yan's resolute face.

The phoenix robe swayed violently as she leaned sideways to block the attack. The phoenix embroidery seemed to be alive, twisting and struggling on the robe.

The fifty-meter tail was like a nimble snake, winding across the stage floor, raising fine dust wherever it passed.

The pearl tassels on the phoenix crown shook violently and collided with each other, making a sound like a sudden rain.

Wushe missed the target.

Taking advantage of the forward momentum, he lowered his body and kicked out with a sweeping kick as fast as the wind, directly targeting Murong Yan's lower body.

Murong Yan leaped up lightly, like a colorful phoenix spreading its wings, her phoenix robe fluttering and spreading out in the air, as if a gorgeous sunset enveloped her.

At this moment, the phoenix embroidery on the phoenix robe became even more eye-catching. They seemed to be jumping and flying with Murong Yan. The phoenix's eyes flashed with intelligence, staring at the tongueless person below.

The phoenix on the crown was not to be outdone, and its wings slightly raised, as if to help Murong Yan fly higher.

As Murong Yan leaped up, the fifty-meter train drew a graceful arc above the stage. The jewels on the train shone so brightly that people could not open their eyes.

She lingered in the air for a moment, then thrust her spear downwards, the tip of the spear directly against Wushe's shoulder, a cold light flashing like a falling star.

The spear was thrust out at a tricky angle and extremely fast speed, condensing all the strength of Murong Yan's body and showing her superb spear skills.

Wushe dodged to the side, stomped his foot hard on the stage floor, used the force to rebound, and punched out with both fists, like two dragons emerging from the sea, with a whistling sound, attacking Murong Yan's lower abdomen.

When he swung his fists, veins on his arms bulged. Each punch contained a tremendous force. The airflow between his fists collided with each other, making a "buzzing" sound.

Murong Yan frowned slightly, her eyes becoming more determined. She held her spear horizontally and pressed the spear barrel against her fists. With a dull "bang", the huge impact force made Murong Yan step back several steps. The tail of her phoenix robe left a deep mark on the floor of the stage, raising a large amount of dust.

But she immediately steadied herself, and the pearl tassels on the phoenix crown returned to their original positions after shaking violently, still hanging neatly and emitting a soft halo.

"drink!"

Murong Yan took a deep breath and raised the gun again.

The spear whizzed through the air, drawing a silver arc and piercing Wushe's throat at an astonishing speed, like lightning streaking through the night sky.

Seeing this, Wushe calmly turned his body and dodged the fatal blow with incredible flexibility. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand as fast as a ghost, trying to grab Murong Yan's gun.

How could Murong Yan let him succeed? With a flick of her wrist, the tip of the gun instantly changed direction in front of Wushe's fingertips, and it was raised upwards, heading straight for Wushe's chin. Her movements were smooth and seamless.

Wushe raised his head to avoid, but his feet did not stop. He did a backflip to create some distance. When he landed, he slapped the ground with his hands, used the force to rise up, and opened and closed his legs quickly like a pair of scissors, clamping Murong Yan's neck.

Murong Yan reacted extremely quickly. She squatted down quickly, and her phoenix robe bulged at her sides like a giant blooming flower. Her fifty-meter tail coiled into a ball on the ground, like a guardian phoenix.

She held the gun in both hands and pushed it upward with force, so that the gun barrel just hit Wushe's legs, resolving the crisis.

Immediately afterwards, Wushe landed on the ground and stood firmly. He clenched his fists and spun rapidly in front of his body, forming a strong whirlwind that carried the surrounding dust and sand and whistled towards Murong Yan.

Murong Yan was not afraid. She held the spear in front of her, with the tip of the spear slightly drooping, and the phoenix wings on the phoenix crown spread out, as if to protect her from the wind and sand.

She shouted loudly and pushed the spear forward with force. The light turned into a barrier and blocked the tongueless whirlwind.

Murong Yan took advantage of the situation and pursued, brandishing her spear.

Wherever the tip of the gun went, light and shadow flashed, forming a gun shadow that enveloped Wushe.

Wushe moved freely among the gun shadows. He was small and agile, and took advantage of the disadvantage of Murong Yan's phoenix robe's trailing tail to get close and launch sneak attacks from time to time.

Although Murong Yan was constrained, she was able to escape danger time and time again with her superb marksmanship and sharp reactions.

However, as the battle continued, Murong Yan gradually lost strength and her movements began to become slow.

The train of her phoenix robe had long been in disarray due to frequent movement and resistance. The phoenix embroidered on it had lost its former luster, the gold thread was worn, and the feathers were dull.

Most of the pearls on the phoenix crown had fallen off, and the gold threads were broken in several places. The majestic phoenix now looked a little listless.

Wushe was still energetic. He keenly noticed Murong Yan's fatigue and his attack became more fierce.

He seized the opportunity, and when Murong Yan thrust out her spear but had not yet retracted it, he flashed and approached Murong Yan like a ghost, clenched his fists, and struck her in the abdomen.

Murong Yan was unable to dodge and was about to take the punch head-on.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, Murong Wushe stopped abruptly an inch in front of her lower abdomen.

Then he quickly retreated, knelt on his knees and kowtowed.

"Your Majesty, this old slave deserves to die."

Murong Yan raised her head, looked at Wushe, smiled bitterly, and said softly: "Forget it, my skills are not as good as yours, I will practice another day."

Lin Zhen in the audience was stunned when he saw this scene.

Talking,