On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal
Chapter 420 Even You Want to Point Fingers at My Actions
Murong Yan walked out of the bathroom gracefully, like a black phoenix emerging at dawn. In an instant, golden sunlight poured down, and the light danced on her stunning face, and her cold lines were coated with a layer of warm light.
The cold winter air was like a timid servant beside her, not daring to get close.
The black phoenix robe on her body moved as she walked, like a nebula surging in the dark night. The phoenix embroidered with gold seemed to be flapping its wings and about to fly, with its scales glittering and its tail feathers fluttering.
The black phoenix crown on the head is even more eye-catching. It is supported by a phoenix tail, and the phoenix feathers are delicately carved. The phoenix with outstretched wings is inlaid with colorful gems. Every time it nods slightly, a brilliant light flashes, and the twelve bead curtains collide with each other, making crisp sounds, like heavenly music.
The fifty-meter train behind her was like a black river in the sky, with intricate embroidery and shining gems. As she walked, it undulated and swayed layer by layer, as if telling a story of supremacy.
Wushe followed silently behind him, like a hidden shadow.
Murong Yan's lotus steps moved lightly, her voice like the sound of cold jade. "Wushe, immediately send the Hundred Cavalry Division to inquire about the trade situation with South Korea, and then ask about the progress of the task I asked them to complete. After that, hurry to the stage and we will continue practicing martial arts."
Wushe paused, his face showing hesitation. After a moment's hesitation, he finally spoke, "Your Majesty, the memorials from the court... have not been reviewed today."
Murong Yan's eyes suddenly opened, a cold glint in them like lightning, piercing towards Wushe: "Humph, now even you want to point fingers at my actions?"
Wushe was startled and fell to his knees, bowing his head and saying in a trembling voice, "I dare not do that. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Murong Yan snorted coldly, her expression softening slightly. "Hmph, the memorials will be handled the same way at night. Don't disturb my interest."
Wushe agreed hurriedly, then retreated like a ghost and disappeared in an instant.
Murong Yan walked straight to the stage, which had carved beams and painted rafters, and fluttering curtains all around.
Opposite the stage, a phoenix chair is placed in the center, as if a throne has arrived.
Murong Yan sat down gracefully, with her tail winding behind her, quietly passing out from the gap behind the phoenix chair, spreading along the steps layer by layer until it reached the end of the corridor, like a gorgeous black path leading to the unknown depths of imperial power.
The meal had already been prepared, and the exquisite dishes were neatly arranged, but there was no extravagance. Murong Yan raised her jade hands lightly and ate simply, her every move showing elegance.
After the meal, Murong Yan sat cross-legged on the phoenix chair, closing her eyes and concentrating. Her phoenix robe and train fell naturally, like a quiet black lake. Only the gems occasionally gleamed, revealing the hidden grandeur.
Soon, a subtle but hurried sound of footsteps was heard. Murong Wushe had returned from work and was walking quickly towards the stage.
Murong Yan seemed to have sensed something and her eyes suddenly opened wide.
A gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and the next moment, she suddenly jumped up, like a black lightning, and shot out directly from the chair. Her right fist was wrapped in a strong wind and slammed towards Wushemianmen who had no time to react.
This punch was filled with three parts of anger and seven parts of determination, and the wind from the fist was whistling.
At this moment, the black phoenix robe on her body seemed like an ancient giant beast awakened by the strong wind. The robe fluttered violently, and the embroidered golden phoenix seemed to want to break free from its restraints and soar into the sky.
The ruby on the phoenix's head shines brightly, as if a pair of burning eyes are glaring forward; the pearls and gems on the phoenix's feathers collide and tinkle, as if the phoenix is flapping its wings and singing; the tassels of the belt around the waist dance wildly, and the ice-blue crystals reflect a cold light, just like the turbulent flow of the stars.
The phoenix crown on her head was not to be outdone. The phoenix tail supporting it twisted as if a living thing, and the phoenix feathers carved from black jade rustled. The giant phoenix on the front of the phoenix crown shook violently, and the light of the colorful gems intertwined and flickered, making it impossible to open people's eyes. The twelve bead curtains were pulled by the strong wind, swinging wildly, crackling and lashing on the phoenix robe, making a crisp and messy sound.
The fifty-meter-long tail behind him was like a black raging sea with huge waves, surging up layer by layer. The phoenix in the embroidery seemed to come alive, appearing and disappearing as the tail tumbled. The gems rubbed against the ground, sparks flew, and there was a rustling sound.
But such an attack was child's play for Wushe. He just raised his hand calmly to block it.
But he never expected that Murong Yan's strength was so great. This punch made him stagger and almost fall down.
But he was a well-trained man after all. He steadied himself instantly and his eyes became stern.
He spread his legs, bent his knees and sank down, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and took a defensive stance. His eyes were fixed on Murong Yan, trying to find flaws in her moves.
Murong Yan did not give Wushe a chance to breathe. She rushed forward, raised her left leg high, and kicked Wushe's chest with a tremendous force.
The kick was as fast as the wind, and it cut my face and caused pain.
Wushe didn't dare to take it head-on, so he dodged to the side. Murong Yan's toes brushed against his clothes, leaving behind a piece of clothing scrap.
She used the momentum to spin, and swept her right leg out like a long black whip, lashing towards Wushe's waist.
Seeing this, Wushe quickly ducked, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and rolled over to avoid it.
At this moment, the tail of Murong Yan's phoenix robe was flying wildly above the stage due to her rapid rotation and fierce attack, like a long black river out of control.
Wherever the tail of the rain swept past, tiny scratches were left on the carved beams and painted buildings of the stage, and the curtains were lifted high, making a whistling sound.
The pearl curtain on the phoenix crown continued to dance wildly, and several gems fell off in the collision and scattered on the ground, still flashing brightly as they rolled.
The emerald jade pendant on the collar of her phoenix robe swayed back and forth under her intense movements, like ripples in a deep pool. The cold green light illuminated Murong Yan's face, which was slightly ferocious due to her anger.
Wushe took advantage of the moment when Murong Yan's moves were outdated and her new strength had not yet been generated, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, punching Murong Yan in the abdomen with both fists.
Murong Yan's eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, she did not avoid or give way, her hands quickly reached down, accurately grasped Wushe's fists, and then she shouted loudly, exerted force with her arms, and swung Wushe up, drawing an arc in the air, and threw him hard towards the pillar of the stage.
Tongueless was like a giant bat, its body swaying in the air for a few times before landing steadily on the ground.
Murong Yan did not stop. She tapped the ground with her toes and approached like a ghost. She raised her right palm high, gathered strength in her palm, and slapped it towards Wushe's crown with a whistling sound.
Wushe crossed his arms to protect his head.
boom--
Wushe only felt his forearm go numb, and he was almost knocked to the ground.
Murong Yan stood there, her chest rising and falling slightly, the anger in her eyes still lingering.
Her phoenix robe was now a little disheveled, with several gold embroidery threads broken, revealing some of the black silk base material; the phoenix crown was also tilted to one side, and several beads of the curtain were broken and drooping, losing some of its former majesty; the train behind her was covered with dust, and many gems had fallen off, piling up on the ground, like a wounded phoenix.
Wushe's face remained calm, and he looked at Murong Yan, who was still furious, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty's martial arts have improved again. This old servant admires you."
Murong Yan snorted coldly: "Hmph, you kept me waiting, are you efficient?"
"Your Majesty, the trade is progressing well. The Hundred Cavalry Division has already escorted the first batch of pig iron to Wuqing."
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