On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan snuggled together on the soft couch in the quiet side hall. The morning light gently shone on them through the window screen, dyeing Murong Yan's bright yellow skirt into flowing amber.

Her fingertips stroked Lin Zhen's blood-stained collar, and the cuffs embroidered with gold thread slipped down, revealing the mutton-fat jade bracelet on his wrist.

"Last night, after the third watch, I stood on the terrace of Qianyuan Hall, looking at the fire in the direction of Yonglefang. I felt that the red light in the sky looked very much like the candles at our wedding."

Her voice suddenly trembled, and her eyes were filled with tears. "It's a relief that the candle is warm, but the fire..."

Lin Zhen put his arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his arms, the scent of camphor from her hair lingering in his nose.

The big hands rested naturally on her round and slender thighs.

Lin Zhen actually doesn't have any special fetishes, unlike some people who are obsessed with feet, hands, or thighs.

He has always believed that women are treasures all over. There is no part he particularly likes, and no part he dislikes.

At this moment, a pleasant touch came from the palm of your hand.

I can never get enough of touching Murong Yan’s thighs.

Lin Zhen's chin gently brushed against the top of her head, looking at the swiftlets circling on the beams. "Don't think about it. The casualties aren't serious, but there's a lot of property damage. We'll compensate you from other sources. Natural disasters and man-made disasters are unpredictable."

His thumb rubbed the pale blue veins on the back of her hand.

"It's just a superficial wound this time, but I'm sorry to have frightened you."

Murong Yan suddenly turned around, and the moon-white inner garment under her phoenix robe brushed across his wound.

Her fingertips hovered above the bloodstained bandage, but she didn't dare touch it. Her voice was filled with an indelible bitterness: "You always say you will protect the people of Daqian, but who will protect you? If it weren't for this lucky chance... you... how would I and the people of Daqian survive!"

She bit her lower lip hard, and the tears in her eyes finally burst out.

Lin Zhen panicked and hurriedly used his sleeve to wipe her tears, but accidentally pulled the wound and let out a muffled groan.

"what!"

The sound startled Murong Yan so much that she immediately stopped crying and frantically went to check on his injuries. The tassels in her hair brushed against his burning cheeks. "Does it hurt?"

Her fingertips brushed across his pale lips, with a vulnerability rarely seen in an emperor: "From now on, no matter what happens, you must take care of your own safety first, okay?"

Lin Zhen felt warm in his heart.

The women around me are all better to me than each other.

Life is complete.

At this moment of passionate love, a series of faint footsteps were heard outside the palace, and then the palace maid Musk Moon, wearing a pink and white long dress, walked in with light lotus steps.

Seeing Lin Zhen and Murong Yan snuggling together like this, and Lin Zhen's hand rubbing His Majesty's, her face suddenly turned red.

She bowed gracefully and said in a clear voice, "Your Majesty, Prince, the Imperial Concubine requests an audience."

Lin Zhen nodded slightly.

Musk Moon immediately turned around and retreated in small steps.

She didn't want to stay in such a beautiful scene for even a minute longer.

Soon, the sound of jingling jewelry came from afar, and Sima Chunlei, wearing a purple-green palace dress, stepped into the palace gracefully like a blooming iris.

The pearls and jade in her hair swayed gently with her steps, and the golden phoenix embroidered on the hem of her skirt sparkled in the sunlight.

She came to have breakfast with Murong Yan. Before entering, she heard that Lin Zhen was there too, and she was immediately delighted.

However, when she saw the blood-soaked bandage on Lin Zhen's chest, the handkerchief in Sima Chunlei's hand fell to the ground with a "pop".

She staggered to the couch, and the purple-green hem of her skirt swept the teacup off the table, and the boiling hot tea flowed like a river on the green bricks.

"Husband!! How could you be injured like this?!"

Her voice was like a strangled oriole, with broken sobs. Her trembling fingertips hovered above the wound, but she was afraid that touching it would aggravate his pain. "I saw you were fine the day before yesterday, but it's only been a night..."

Big tears fell on the back of Lin Zhen's hand, blurring the blood stains on the edge of the bandage.

Murong Yan coughed lightly, her eyes sweeping across Sima Chunlei's scattered hair. "What are you still standing there for? Go get the medicine for the wound."

"Ah? Hmm!!" The sound startled Sima Chunlei who was standing there in a daze. She hurriedly stood up, and the hairpin in her hair tilted to the side. She almost knocked over the medicine cabinet when she took the medicine.

When she came back, she knelt on the cold floor tiles, her knees quickly soaked in cold air, but she was completely unaware.

"Husband...does it hurt?" Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and the cotton swab dipped in ointment was suspended above the wound and she did not dare to let it fall.

Seeing Lin Zhen smiling and shaking his head, he told her what happened.

Sima Chunlei's eyes suddenly turned red, and the cotton swab in her hand stirred ripples in the medicine bowl.

"There are so many guards in the palace, and the military department is full of soldiers. Why should you go into danger yourself? Do you know that when I heard the news of the fire, I was practicing calligraphy in the Pepper Room. The brush suddenly pierced the rice paper, and the ink splashed all over the "Instructions for Women", spreading a large area..."

She choked up and began to wipe Lin Zhen's wound. Every time she wiped, she would look up at his expression, for fear of hurting her lover.

Lin Zhen raised his hand to wipe away her tears, but she hurriedly dodged.

Sima Chunlei held his hand and pressed it against her cheek, her tears wetting his palm: "Husband, don't move. The wound is about to open."

"Okay, okay, my husband is just about to talk about the reconstruction of Yonglefang, don't interrupt." Murong Yan put down the teacup, and the gilded armor knocked against the rim of the cup, making a crisp sound. By the way, she slapped Lin Zhen's mischievous hand aside.

Really, my body is becoming more and more sensitive now. It's only been a few minutes and I'm already feeling up and down inside.

Sima Chunlei immediately fell silent and huddled aside like a frightened rabbit, but her red eyes and slightly trembling shoulders all revealed her worry.

Lin Zhen cleared his throat and continued, "This residential building is very different from ordinary houses. The construction process is very simple, but you haven't seen it before. I'll have to go back and think about it with Ling'er. If all goes well, it will be completed and put into use next year."

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Sima Chunlei's delicate nose, a smile on his face.

"When the time comes, we'll build a separate building for you! Each of you will have a room, and you can all live in it!"

Sima Chunlei finally burst into laughter, as bright and beautiful as a flower blooming in spring, but when Murong Yan spoke, she hurriedly lowered her head and twisted her handkerchief.

Murong Yan curled her lips in disdain, her tone a bit arrogant: "My palace is a thousand times better than your house, I won't go there."

Lin Zhen smiled and shook his head, not arguing with her. He turned to Sima Chunlei and said, "Don't stay in the palace all the time. Go home more often. Your parents miss you very much, and so do your sisters in the palace."

"Yes, I will listen to my husband." Sima Chunlei nodded with emotion and subconsciously looked at Murong Yan's expression, fearing that her behavior would displease His Majesty.

Unexpectedly, Murong Yan raised her eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "My husband has already given the order, what are you looking at me for?"

Upon hearing this, Sima Chunlei's face broke into a bright smile, with curved eyebrows and eyes, full of joy.

"The three of us haven't had a meal in a long time." Murong Yan became interested and called out, "Muyue, serve the food."

"Yes!"

Soon, a group of palace maids came in one after another, carrying exquisite dishes in their hands, and the table was filled with delicacies.