On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen never dreamed that Qizhuer would be so bold.

Without giving him any preparation at all, she hugged Lin Zhen, kissed him on the lips.

The soft lips carried the youthfulness and a hint of coolness that were unique to a young girl, yet also revealed the boldness and flattery that had been trained by a skinny horse.

This was the standard etiquette for Shou Ma to "Cheng'en". She had practiced it thousands of times in front of the mirror in Zuixian Pavilion, but at this moment her fingertips were cold due to nervousness.

After a brief touch, Qizhu'er quickly retreated, the tips of her ears flushed red, the corners of her eyes were also stained with a layer of crimson, and her voice was as soft as if soaked in honey: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your mercy."

Her eyelashes drooped, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the hem of her skirt. Her long eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes, and her legs trembled slightly under her moon-white skirt, revealing the hidden trembling beneath her perfect demeanor.

To be honest, Lin Zhen had never been kissed by a young girl like this before, not even the lustful Qingwen, the decisive Zhang Li, or the Liu Miaoyan who had no sense of boundaries.

None of these women took the initiative to kiss Lin Zhen. It was Lin Zhen who kissed them first.

Because no matter how bold one's personality is, tradition and reserve are still deeply engraved in one's bones.

Only tears.

Besides, she is so young.

Although proactive, he is very immature.

For some unknown reason, an evil fire suddenly burst out from Lin Zhen's body.

He unconsciously wrapped his arms around Qizhu'er's petite body and kissed her.

"Moan..."

Lin Zhen's kiss was different from hers.

She is as playful as a dragonfly skimming the water, while Lin Zhen is like a passionate lion.

He kissed her madly, forcefully, and vigorously, as if he wanted to swallow her little tongue.

I don't know how long it took, but Qizhuer was already panting and gasping for breath. Lin Zhen suddenly measured her chest and felt...it was so small and cute.

However, it was because of this size that Lin Zhen suddenly woke up.

"Huh, did you eat some candy? Why does your mouth feel so sweet?" Lin Zhen leaned back in his chair, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his lips, looking at Qizhuer who was trembling slightly with nervousness and emotion.

The agarwood in the carved copper censer suddenly sparked, and the crackling sound broke the silence in the room.

"My Lord, this may be the reason why I have been eating flower petals since I was a child."

"Is this what you want to eat?"

Qizhuer shook her head: "No, it's mom who told me to eat it. I have to eat it every day."

"I see. Then when did you become a skinny horse?"

"I don't remember either. Ever since I can remember, I've been studying music in this building."

"It seems you were still very young when they bought you."

There was no sign of sadness on Qizhu'er's face. Instead, there was a hint of sweetness and joy after the kiss.

After all, she didn't even know who her biological parents were, so there was no question of missing them or feeling sad.

The mother in the building is her mother.

Her mother instilled in her many ideas and methods about serving noble people, making her understand that she was born to do this and should do this.

But what girl doesn't have a crush on someone? When Lin Zhen told her how he wanted to treat her, it was a level of care she had never experienced before, and so she began to have some unrealistic thoughts.

So she wanted to stay here, stay with Lin Zhen.

The kiss just now was actually a gesture of goodwill and initiative.

"I... am actually not small. Among other sisters, I am relatively big." After saying this, Qizhuer looked down at her chest.

Lin Zhen smiled.

Smile a lot.

She is indeed a girl who has received professional training and knows how to please men.

However, her size is several sizes smaller than that of Murong Yan and Qingwen, not to mention Huanbi.

"You're not little anymore? I think your body can still grow, so just go eat now, okay?"

"Well, I will obey the prince in everything."

After saying that, Lin Zhen let her go.

He turned his head and looked at the dining table filled with dishes.

There were ten cooked green-back shrimps on a white porcelain plate, their shells trimmed of their whiskers and legs, and neatly curled into a full moon shape; a celadon bowl was filled with milky white bird's nest soup, the texture of the swiftlet's nest was clearly visible under the candlelight; in the outermost glass cup, hot milk was emitting wisps of steam, which seemed particularly warm on the cold night.

"Let's go eat." There was a subtle softness in Lin Zhen's voice.

After receiving the order, Qizhuer walked to the dining table as if she had been pardoned.

She straightened her back, raised her chin slightly, and when she picked up the glass cup, her wrist was deliberately made into an elegant arc, and the posture of pinching the edge of the cup with three fingers was like playing the piano.

When she took the first sip of hot milk, she nodded slightly in thanks, and lightly touched the surface of the milk with the corner of her lips, so that the milk foam did not touch her lips. She chewed with a very small amplitude, and her Adam's apple rolled gently with the swallowing movement. The pearl necklace drew a beautiful arc at her collarbone.

Next up is the blueback shrimp.

She picked up the shrimp body with silver chopsticks and used her fingertips to peel off the shrimp meat completely. Her movements were so gentle that it seemed like she was playing overtones.

Before eating the shrimp, she bowed slightly to the porcelain plate - this is the "thank the host before eating" taught by Zuixian Pavilion. Even when facing a plate of shrimp, one must show gratitude.

When chewing, she strictly followed the rule of "chewing each bite twelve times". Her cheeks hardly moved noticeably, but her eyes couldn't help but stare at the remaining shrimps on the plate, as if calculating the best angle for the next pick-up.

The bird's nest soup was served in a crescent-shaped celadon bowl. She scooped up half a spoonful with a silver spoon, her little finger naturally raised, and the angle between the edge of the bowl and her lips was exactly fifteen degrees, which was the standard posture of "eating without showing teeth" in skinny horse training.

When the warm soup entered her mouth, her Adam's apple slid gently, and the strands of bird's nest slid into her mouth along the curve of the silver spoon, without making any sound.

After swallowing, she gently pursed her lips with a handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers, leaving no trace of soup. The pattern on the handkerchief and the dark pattern on her skirt complemented each other in the candlelight.

The night wind suddenly became strong, lifting the beaded curtain and slamming it heavily against the window frame.

Lin Zhen turned his head alertly and looked towards the corridor, where the shadows of the trees swayed gracefully in the moonlight.

His sharp eyes swept across the shadow of the moon-shaped door and caught a glimpse of a corner of the bright yellow skirt.

This girl really won't give up.

Lin Zhen stood up and walked out. Qizhuer subconsciously looked back, but did not dare to ask more questions.

As they walked outside, they heard footsteps. Lin Zhen said in a deep voice, "Chun'er, don't hide. I saw you."

Hearing this, Sima Chunlei reluctantly walked out from the shadows. The red gold hairpin in her hair swayed violently with her steps, and the Dongzhu bracelet made a crisp but angry sound.

She glared at Crying Pearl who was having dinner in the living room. Her eyes were red and her rouge-stained cheeks were abnormally flushed with anger.

The first thing she said when she saw Lin Zhen was, "My husband is partial to me."

After she finished speaking, her eyes fell on the dishes on the table, especially the plate of green-back shrimps, and her tone was sour.

"Oh, she is indeed educated. She knows how to eat shrimps in the freshest and tenderest season. The girls of Zuixian Pavilion really know how to enjoy life."

"She is a poor girl. Don't be jealous. I will tell Yan'er in person tomorrow and let you stay in the palace for a few more days." Lin Zhen looked at the handkerchief she was holding so tightly that it turned white, and his tone softened unconsciously.

"That's not what I meant!" Sima Chunlei stomped her feet, her embroidered shoes slamming heavily on the blue bricks. "That vixen suddenly threw herself into my arms. Who knows what she's up to?"

She grew increasingly excited as she spoke, waving her arms so vigorously that the jade hairpin in her hair was slightly askew. "Back in the palace, it took me three months to learn how to scoop out bird's nests with a silver spoon. And yet she's so naturally gifted at acting like a fox!"

"What nonsense! I wouldn't let a little girl get hurt."

Lin Zhen held down her waving wrist, his expression serious: "As for you, you better behave yourself. If you dare to touch her, I won't let you go!"

Before he could finish his words, Sima Chunlei had already pulled her hand back, her rouge-stained eyes filled with tears.

"You said you'd sleep with me today!" she cried, "and now you've left me alone for a skinny horse!"

Tears slid down her delicate makeup, leaving two traces on her cheeks. "My dear husband, do you think I am not as good as her in pretending? Not as good as her in scooping milk with a silver spoon?"

"The situation has changed. We are an old couple, so we can't accommodate a skinny girl, right?" Lin Zhen's voice was filled with helplessness. "I know she's new here, so I have to make sure she's well settled. Now that everyone is asleep, I have to make the arrangements myself."

Lin Zhen took her hand again and patted it gently: "How about this, tomorrow afternoon, I will accompany you to the newly opened silk shop to pick out the fabric and have someone make you a cheongsam. Then we can have fun in the evening."

Sima Chunlei curled her lips, but her eyes sparkled with anticipation: "What a shabby cheongsam, showing both feet and legs, I don't want it. But tonight, I'll have you three hundred times! Hehehe!"

"Aren't you afraid of falling apart?" Lin Zhen rolled his eyes and said, "Go back and rest."

"I know. My husband has forgotten his old lover because he has found a new one. Tsk!" After saying that, she glared at Qizhu'er in the living room and raised her voice deliberately. "Some people, even if they can peel shrimp and drink soup, can't learn the meaning of aristocratic bearing!"

"You girl..."

After saying this, Sima Chunlei turned and left, the sound of her footsteps gradually disappearing in the Nine-Curved Corridor.

After Sima Chunlei left, Lin Zhen returned to the reception room.

I saw Qizhu'er gently stirring the bird's nest soup in the bowl with a silver spoon. There was only one blue-back shrimp left on the plate, and the shrimp shells were neatly stacked into a small tower, and even the shrimp thread had been picked out cleanly.

Noticing his gaze, she hurriedly stood up, her legs trembling slightly under her moon-white skirt, and her voice trembled: "Prince..."

She heard what Sima Chunlei said just now, but she didn't dare to talk back.

Her mother had told her before that if she went to someone else's house, she would definitely be bullied by the women, so she was mentally prepared.

"Is it delicious?" Lin Zhen looked at her cheeks which were flushed from eating, and suddenly remembered Sima Chunlei's jealousy just now, and a complicated emotion arose in his heart.

Qizhu'er's eyes sparkled, and she folded her hands on her belly and bowed deeply, her tone full of joy: "It's delicious, I've never eaten anything so delicious!"

She licked her lips, as if still savoring the memory. "Back in Zuixian Pavilion, I could only eat half a bowl of brown rice porridge every day. The nanny said that a skinny horse should be 'naturally bony' and only drink milk. I've only heard of it, never seen it before."

Halfway through her words, she seemed to realize she had spoken out of turn and hurriedly covered her mouth. Fear appeared on her pale face, and her eyes were full of uneasiness. "Please forgive me, my lord. I shouldn't have said so much..."

Lin Zhen waved his hand to signal her to sit down, his eyes falling on her hands which still maintained an elegant posture.

She picked up the glass cup again, still holding it in the standard posture and with the same elegant orchid fingers.

The candlelight cast a butterfly-wing-like shadow on her eyelashes, but he suddenly felt that this perfect demeanor was a little dazzling. Behind it were traces of countless days and nights of rigorous training.

Lin Zhen reached out and held down her hand that was about to reach for the silver chopsticks. "You don't have to be so reserved in the future. The palace is not the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. Although there are many rules, at least everyone has dignity. Starting tomorrow, you will follow Huanbi. She is my concubine and also a maid. There are several other concubines in the palace. I will let Huanbi introduce you to them one by one later."

Qizhu'er's whole body stiffened instantly. She stared straight at his hand that was covering hers. Her Adam's apple rolled slightly and her breathing became rapid.

When Lin Zhen let go of her hand, she seemed to have her soul suddenly taken away. The silver spoon in her hand fell into the bowl with a "clang", and the splashing bird's nest soup left a light mark on the moon-white skirt.

This unruly behavior made her eyes well up with tears, as if the long-frozen lake surface had cracked for the first time.

"Thank...thank you, Prince." When she lowered her head, a few strands of hair fell to cover the red tips of her ears.

Lin Zhen looked at her thin shoulders that rose and fell with excitement.

Suddenly he remembered that from today on, this girl who had to follow strict rules even when eating would be his.

He watched her pick up the silver spoon again, but no longer holding it at the standard 15-degree angle. Instead, she scooped up the bird's nest soup awkwardly, with a little milk stain on the corner of her lips. He suddenly felt that this was the real her, a soul that had been bound by rules for too long, but was finally beginning to loosen up.

The night wind gradually died down, and the candlelight swayed gently in the glass lampshade.

Qizhu'er lowered her head and ate the last green-back shrimp. Her fingertips were finally no longer tense. Although the movement of picking up the shrimp with the silver chopsticks was still a bit stiff, it had a touch of her own warmth.

Lin Zhen looked at the scene in front of him and smiled knowingly.

Who would have thought that what was happening in this small living room was not a meal, but a labeled "skinny horse" gradually finding his way back to his beginnings.

After she finished eating, Lin Zhen said, "It's late, we should rest."

"Well, I'll listen to the prince."

"Come on, I'll take you to your room."