On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The candlelight in Tingqinju cast the shadow of the Phoenix zither stand on the green bricks. Qizhuer knelt on the brocade mat in front of the stand, and her fingertips gently stroked the goose pillars of the Jiaowei zither.

Lin Zhen leaned against the carved railing of the bed and saw that the arc of her wrist was exactly the "Phoenix Head Style" recorded in the "Book of Music". Her cuffs slipped down to reveal her forearm, and the old marks left by the strings of the zither glowed light red in the candlelight.

"Have you ever heard of 'The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix,' Prince?" She suddenly looked up, her brows slightly furrowed, but her eyes shone with tears. "The maid at Zuixian Pavilion said that this piece should be played as softly as a phoenix pecking at the morning dew."

Before he finished speaking, his fingertips had already hooked onto the strings.

When the first overtone sounded, her eyelashes trembled violently, as if the vibration of the strings penetrated into her bone marrow through her fingertips.

The fingertips of his left hand pressed the strings and slid across the surface of the piano. The force of his right hand plucking the strings was as precise as if measured with a ruler. Every note was perfected by the training of a skinny horse, but when sliding towards the word "Qiu", the fingertips pressed down heavily, and the strings made an almost tearing sound.

Lin Zhen saw her biting her lower lip, and her fingertips left red marks on the strings.

This is not Zuixian Pavilion's flattering performance, but a resolute performance like breaking out of the cocoon.

The sound of the zither was sometimes as clear as the cry of a phoenix, and sometimes as gentle as the cry of a phoenix. When she played the line "I will use the zither to express my feelings," she suddenly closed her eyes, and tears flowed down her nose onto the strings, but she still maintained an elegant posture of pressing the strings.

When the song ended, the lingering sound lingered between the beams and pillars.

When Qizhuer looked up, the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was diluted by tears, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

She stood up and said, "I don't play well..."

"Who said that?" Lin Zhen walked over to her, his fingertips tracing her damp eyelashes. "The skinny horse from Zuixian Pavilion played 'Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix' with a showy air, like a peacock spreading its feathers, but you played it with the fierceness of a phoenix chasing the clouds even with its feathers shattered."

Qizhu'er's eyes suddenly became hot.

This was the first time she heard someone use the word "fierce" to describe her piano skills, rather than the coquettish tone in Zuixian Pavilion.

When Lin Zhen's palm covered the back of her cold hand, she suddenly found that there were thin calluses on his fingertips from years of holding knives, but they were warmer than any guitar strings.

"It's just that the instrument is a little worse." Lin Zhen knocked on the body of the Jiaowei Qin. The cracks on the lacquer were caused by the nanny who threw her at Zuixian Pavilion. "Wait a few days until your new instrument is finished. Play a couple of pieces for me."

Qizhu'er bowed hurriedly, her forehead almost touching the surface of the zither: "I will obey you all, Your Highness."

When she stood up, the belt of her moon-white skirt suddenly loosened, revealing the small scarlet sleeves of her inner garment. The cinnabar mole on her shoulder was particularly bright in the candlelight.

"Don't bow all the time." Lin Zhen suddenly reached out and fastened her belt, his fingertips gently pinching her waist. "In front of me, you can sit up straight and talk."

She nodded with a red face and the tips of her ears burning.

When the two of them took off their outer robes and got into bed, she deliberately turned her back, only to hear Lin Zhen's low laugh: "You dared to sit on my lap and kiss me just now, and now you're shy?"

The brocade quilt was gently lifted, and his arms were wrapped around her waist, his palms pressed against the gauze covering her belly, where there were still faint red marks left by the Zuixian Pavilion corset.

"Prince..." Qizhuer bit her lip, feeling the warmth of his chest. This was the first time she had fallen asleep next to a man, but she wasn't as stiff as she had been during training. His breath brushed the back of her neck, like a gentle breeze.

"Please, my lord, don't pity me. I will cooperate with you and do my best to make you feel comfortable."

......

When the clappers rang out at dawn, Lin Zhen woke up in the morning light.

Qizhuer was already kneeling in front of the dressing table, having put on her clothes.

The morning light shone onto her through the gauze window. The collar of her moon-white nightgown slipped down, revealing a few red moles on her butterfly bones. Those were the "Qinxing positions" marked with cinnabar by the teaching nanny.

Hearing the noise, Qizhuer looked back.

"Prince, you are awake."

"Well, you really had a hard time last night."

"How could that be? Your Highness, you are talking nonsense. I am actually quite comfortable. I used to hear mothers talk about things between men and women and the beauty of men. I never understood it when I was little, but now I truly understand it."

Qizhuer is bolder than ordinary women and she doesn't blush at all when she says these words.

It's just that she is too petite, and she was too fierce yesterday.

"Let me comb your hair, as compensation for the pain you suffered last night."

"How dare I!?"

"It's okay, sit down."

Lin Zhen stood up naked, stood in front of the dressing table, and reached out to take the wooden comb.

Comb her hair bit by bit.

This feeling is like serving your own daughter.

Seeing her lowering her head and not daring to look, Lin Zhen smiled and said, "Didn't Zuixian Pavilion teach you that you can look at the person in the mirror when combing your hair?"

Qizhu'er twisted the teeth of the comb with her fingertips, and the mirror reflected him as he carefully tied her hair.

This was the first time she had her hair combed by someone. Back then, in Zuixian Pavilion, she practiced the hairstyle of Wuyun Zhuiyue in front of the bronze mirror. If she made any mistake, she would be beaten.

When Lin Zhen inserted the red gold hairpin into her hair, she suddenly found that her eyes in the mirror were sparkling, as if filled with half a bowl of morning light.

After they had washed up, the two of them just walked into the yard and heard the sound of Dongzhu bracelets colliding coming from the corner door.

Sima Chunlei was wearing a goose yellow nightgown with a lotus pattern, holding a food box in her hand, with the jade hairpin tilted to one side. When she saw Lin Zhen, she immediately glared at Qizhuer: "Well, the prince is up early. I have been watching the kitchen making porridge since 3:30 in the morning."

She placed the food box on the stone table and lifted the lid to reveal a jade bowl of shredded chicken porridge sprinkled with gold leaf. "I specifically asked the cook to add some calming poria cocos to prevent someone from playing some enchanting music in the middle of the night and disturbing the prince's sleep."

Lin Zhen looked at her angry expression and suddenly chuckled, "It's rare that you have such a heart."

After saying that, he turned to Qizhu'er and said, "You go inside and rest. I'll ask the kitchen to bring the meal over later. I'll take Chun'er back to Jingxin Garden."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Sima Chunlei glanced at Qizhu'er proudly, and suddenly saw the red gold hairpin in her hair - it was a tribute from the Western Regions when Lin Zhen got married last year. Qingwen asked for it several times but was not given it, but now it was pinned on Qizhu'er's head.

Her face immediately darkened. She pinched the end of the hairpin with her fingertips and gently pulled it out: "I remember this hairpin was a tribute from the Western Regions. Why is it on your head?"

Qizhu'er lowered her head in a hurry, her black hair falling on her shoulders: "It's the prince..."

"Alright." Lin Zhen held Sima Chunlei's hand. "It's just a hairpin. I'll ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to make ten more for you tomorrow."

He handed the food box to the servant and said, "Have some porridge with me first. I hope you won't let me down."

Sima Chunlei gave Qizhuer a vicious look, then walked away with her arm around Lin Zhen.