On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen hurried onto the stage, supported the breathless Murong Yan, and asked with concern, "Yan'er, are you okay?"

Murong Yan shook her head: "It's okay."

Compared with Murong Wushe's calmness, Murong Yan looked very embarrassed at the moment.

After all, he is a person who has practiced martial arts for decades, and it is absolutely impossible for Murong Yan to be comparable to him with just a few days of practice.

But Wushe was also very shocked.

Murong Yan has reached such a high level of martial arts in such a short time. What will happen in the future?

"Your Majesty, I have something to say but I don't know whether I should say it or not."

"Talk." Murong Yan had already evened out her breathing and walked towards the phoenix chair opposite the stage.

Murong Wushe and Lin Zhen followed behind her.

Finally, Murong Yan sat on the phoenix chair, shook the phoenix crown on her head, and asked, "Just say whatever you want to say, don't hesitate."

Wushe stood aside and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty's martial arts skills have improved so rapidly. In less than two days, you have reached such strength. I am really worried about your health. I wonder if you will go crazy from practicing so fast."

"Becoming possessed by the devil? Is it true that such a thing as becoming possessed by the devil really exists in this world?" Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows.

What he asked was exactly what Murong Yan was curious about.

Wushe shook his head and said, "It's not that he has fallen into the devil's way, but rather that his Majesty's body cannot withstand so many martial arts techniques in such a short period of time, which has affected his Phoenix Body."

"So that's how it is." Murong Yan nodded. She was indeed too impatient.

After only two days of training, he was about to fight against the best master in Daqian.

Murong Yan touched her forehead and found fine beads of sweat.

It seemed that she hadn't seen her own sweat beads for a long time since the heart-eating insect changed her body, and it was very novel for a moment.

She said, "My dear husband, please go back and prepare for the exploration. I need to go back and take a bath and change my clothes."

Seeing that there was indeed nothing wrong with her, Lin Zhen nodded and turned to leave.

However, Murong Yan did not take a bath, but sat on the phoenix chair, letting the cold wind blow, and she did not feel cold.

The heart-eating insect has many benefits. For example, it makes the body stronger, so that Murong Yan is no longer afraid of the cold. She even no longer needs those smoky stoves in the bedroom where she lives.

She slightly opened the collar of her phoenix robe, revealing a large area of ​​white, and then asked Xiang Wushe, "Where's Zhang Li?"

"Mrs. Zhang Li is waiting in the warm room."

"Tell her to come here."

"Yes." Wushe went to pass on the order, and soon Zhang Li came in gracefully and bowed to Murong Yan, who was sitting on the phoenix chair: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

"No need to be so polite, Li'er. How long have you been here?" Murong Yan's words were very kind.

Zhang Li just raised her eyes.

This one glance was as if the mind was captured by a bright light.

The phoenix crown on Murong Yan's head is made of pure gold, with fine gold threads densely wrapped around it, outlining the graceful appearance of a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring. Every feather seems to be injected with life, and is lifelike, sparkling with dazzling golden light in the sunlight, which seems to be able to burn people's eyes.

A row of tiny pearls hangs from the front of the phoenix crown, each pearl is round and full, emitting a soft halo. They sway gently with Murong Yan's movements, just like a flowing galaxy.

The ruby ​​in the middle is as big as a pigeon egg and as red as blood, just like the cinnabar mole between the phoenix's eyebrows, which perfectly demonstrates the nobility and majesty of the phoenix.

Look at the phoenix robe again. On the bright red brocade, colorful silk threads are embroidered to make it look like a phoenix flying freely.

The phoenixes on the robes are all based on gold thread. Some stretch their necks and cry out loudly, shaking the sky; some look back with graceful demeanor; some spread their wings and soar into the sky.

Their feathers are made of the most colorful silk threads in the world. The red ones are like fire, burning with endless passion; the green ones are like jade, revealing lively vitality; the blue ones are like the sea, containing deep mystery.

Every stitch and every thread represents the life's hard work of the embroiderer. The stitches are so fine that almost no trace can be found, as if these phoenixes were born on the brocade and would burst out of the robe at any time.

The collar and cuffs of the phoenix robe were trimmed with a circle of snow-white fox fur, which not only added a bit of winter warmth, but also set off Murong Yan's frosty skin, and an air of nobility came to her face.

And the fifty-meter tail dragging on the ground is even more amazing.

The train is made of thick brocade. On the bright red background, gold lines outline an endless pattern of auspicious clouds, and a phoenix shuttles through the auspicious clouds, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Each phoenix is ​​larger than the one on the robe, and its long tail drags around the phoenix chair, like a gorgeous sunset in the sky.

The edge of the train was inlaid with a row of thumb-sized luminous pearls, emitting a cool glow. As Murong Yan walked, the light flickered, leaving a dreamlike path of light and shadow on the ground, as if she was strolling on the Milky Way.

Looking down, the pair of phoenix shoes on Murong Yan's feet were also exquisite.

The upper is made of soft red satin, embroidered with a pair of small and exquisite phoenixes. The phoenix's eyes are embroidered with black silk thread, like two lively black pearls, looking bright and shining.

The toe of the shoe is slightly upturned, like the beak of a phoenix, playful yet dignified.

The heels are made of sandalwood and intricately carved with patterns, ensuring a stable walk while adding a touch of elegance. The uppers are also dotted with tiny gemstones, which shimmer with each step, like stars falling from a phoenix.

Such a luxurious outfit made Zhang Li, who is used to seeing the world, secretly amazed.

She said, "I arrived before Your Majesty practiced martial arts. Because my husband was there, I thought he might be discussing state affairs, so I didn't come to disturb him."

"You are a sensible person, much better than those sisters at home. Come and sit down."

Murong Yan patted her phoenix chair.

How could Zhang Li dare to sit down? She shook her head repeatedly: "I dare not, I can just sit on this small stool."

After saying that, Zhang Li brought a small stool from the side and sat down in front of Murong Yan politely.

From a distance, one is high and the other is low, like a primary school student waiting for lecture from the teacher.

Murong Yan laughed and said, "Hehe, you know, our husband has a childish temper. I asked him to give me some money to spend, but he was quite reluctant."

Zhang Li didn't know what Murong Yan meant by this, but as someone who was good at reading people's minds, she knew that she shouldn't speak at this moment.

One is the husband.

One is the emperor.

None of them are people she can control.

Seeing Zhang Li remained silent, Murong Yan burst out laughing. "Hahahaha, but what I like is that my husband is never vague about important matters. He is worthy of being my husband. How is your casino doing lately?"

"Your Majesty, everything is normal."

"Well, that's fine. Starting this month, you'll give me an extra 200,000 in dividends. Is that okay?"

After saying this, Murong Yan stared at Zhang Li's face closely.

If it were Yue Wu, she would definitely say something like "I obey your command."

But Zhang Li is a big boss who has seen a lot of the world. She is not at all pretentious and is neither humble nor arrogant. She answered very cleverly.