On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

At the beginning of the morning hour, the scent of sandalwood mixed with ambergris lingered in Murong Yan's bedroom.

She looked at the flower ornaments between her eyebrows in the bronze mirror, and her fingertips gently ran across the "Daqian Times" on the desk. The headline of the Hequ Victory on the front page made her eyes hurt.

Before Lin Zhenxian's victory report was reported back, the folk newspapers had spread it all over the world first, which made the empress sitting on the dragon throne feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The incense ash from the gilded incense burner fell down and formed small hills on the bright yellow satin tablecloth, just like her heavy thoughts at the moment.

"We can't go on like this. All war correspondents are proud to be able to report back first-hand intelligence. If this continues for a long time, the court's secrets will be exposed." Murong Yan slammed her pink fist on the dressing table.

Musk Moon and Wushe behind him didn't dare to breathe.

Right now she had no one to talk to, and because of her stubborn personality she didn't want to go to Lin Zhen for everything, so she could only sulk by herself.

Murong Wushe thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, I believe this matter has both advantages and disadvantages. If Your Majesty can control this power and educate it, then war correspondents will be more reliable intelligence personnel than the Hundred Cavalry Division. Moreover, their carrier pigeon messaging technology is much more mature than the Hundred Cavalry Division."

"What I worry about is that in the long run, the court's secrets will become untraceable, and the people won't be able to know everything. What they should know, and what they can know, should all be determined by the court."

"Your Majesty is wise, so I believe this matter must be stopped immediately. Whether it is war correspondents or newspapers, they should be under the control of Your Majesty."

"Heh." Murong Yan sneered, "The newspaper was founded by Lin Zhen, the officials were appointed and dismissed by Lin Zhen, and even their salaries are provided by the palace. Do you think those reporters will listen to me?"

Wushe said, "Your Majesty, you are worrying too much. Whether it's the Crown Prince or Your Majesty, we are all family, and there's no reason for us to talk behind each other's backs. The Crown Prince can appoint and dismiss people, and you can do so too, and you have a better reason than the Crown Prince. Besides, why do so many war correspondents want to go to the front lines? Isn't it because they want to gain fame and honor? If you intend to completely control the newspaper, just promise them some benefits, and they will naturally follow Your Majesty willingly. As for those disobedient war correspondents, just kill them."

Murong Yan felt that what Wushe said made sense.

That’s how it is. Husband and wife are one. What’s yours and what’s mine, aren’t they all ours?

Murong Yan smiled, nodded, and said, "Haha, that makes sense, Wu Tongue, let Chen Mo come to the palace tomorrow."

"Old slave obeys the order."

"Well, step back. I need to rest."

After a busy day, although Murong Yan was not tired, she still maintained a good schedule.

Besides, there were not many memorials today and they had already been reviewed, so of course she wanted to have a good sleep.

Having already instructed someone to prepare the bath water, Musk Moon came over, bent down, and whispered in Murong Yan's ear, "Your Majesty, you can take a bath."

"Well, let's go."

......

At the end of April, the peonies in Xingqing Palace were in full bloom, and the rouge-colored petals floated onto the glazed tiles of the bathing hall and landed on the edge of the white marble pool with phoenix patterns.

Murong Yan was immersed in the warm rose bath, with fresh peony petals floating on the water. Wisps of mist rose up, enveloping her bare shoulders in gauze-like water vapor.

The bathtub was about ten feet square. Her long legs were crossed in the water, with her knees just above the surface. The lines of her calves were as graceful as a swan's neck.

"Your Majesty, it's time to add some hot soup." The personal maid, Musk Moon, holding a gilded soup pot, reported softly through the jade screen.

Since Murong Yan ascended the throne, this bathing hall has become the only place where she can remove her imperial power.

It was just a bathtub before. After Lin Zhen built the sauna, it became a large bathing pool that only bathing centers have.

At the edge of the bathtub, Lin Zhen also specially designed a phoenix back depression for lying down, which is just right for Murong Yan to lie down comfortably without getting hurt.

"Come in." Murong Yan waved her hand lazily, her jade arm slid across the water, and the splashing water droplets fell on the amethyst curtain by the pool, making a tinkling sound.

Musk Moon walked in with her eyes lowered, holding a newly changed coarse linen towel in her hand.

This was a special order from Murong Yan, saying that fine silk was too slippery and could not provide a good massage for the bones.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

As hot water was poured in, the temperature in the pool immediately began to rise. Murong Yan moaned in comfort, and the bath water flowed over her delicate collarbone, making her skin look like warm jade.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel?"

"It's very comfortable." Murong Yan fiddled with the petals and said with a smile, "You little girl are really becoming more and more good at serving others."

"The slaves dare not."

"Hehehe, seeing you always reminds me of Huanhuan. Sigh." Murong Yan sighed, "I really should have spared her life."

Musk Moon didn't dare to respond and just listened to her quietly.

"I've been having dreams lately. I dreamed of that little girl standing on the stage in the palace where I grew up, singing 'Nine Heavens' to me. Haha, that was when she was eight years old and had the opportunity to serve at my father's birthday banquet, and I heard it standing backstage. After that, she kept singing it, and her singing got better and better. Until I became emperor, she never sang it again."

"To be honest, I miss her a little. Even though she made mistakes back then, she shouldn't have been kicked out of the palace. That shouldn't have happened. That shouldn't have happened."

"The day she died, I dreamed of her. I dreamed she was kneeling before me, kowtowed repeatedly, and said that in her next life she would never make the same mistake again, would never betray me again, and asked me to forget her. This stinky girl, she wouldn't rest in peace even after she died."

"If she hadn't been so stubborn, if she could have lived to this day, I would have made her rich and powerful, even let her marry and have children, and I would have supported her whole family for the rest of her life. But what a pity... what a pity... I will never see this good sister again."

Murong Yan said this, and Musk Moon listened.

She could tell that Murong Yan was very sad and nostalgic today.

She knew about Huanhuan's affairs.

Back then, Huanhuan was a powerful figure in the palace. Even Murong Wushe was polite to her, but in the end, she ended up like that.

"So, choosing a good man is so important. I'm very glad that I chose Lin Zhen as my husband. Hehehe."

Musk Moon knelt by the pool and gently wiped her shoulders and neck with a towel, her fingertips touching the mark below the butterfly bone.

She suddenly discovered that this mark was exactly the same as the one on Lin Zhen’s chest.

The only difference is that her mark is on her left shoulder, while Lin Zhenxian's is on his right shoulder, like yin and yang.

"Mushu Yue." Murong Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke, fiddling with the peonies on the water surface with her fingertips, revealing a section of her fair forearm. The skin under her armpit was so delicate that light blue veins could be seen.

"How about I just take the newspaper over? We'll pay for it ourselves."

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes casting butterfly-like shadows under her eyes.

Musk Moon stared down at the phoenix pattern on the towel and said cautiously, "I dare not discuss state affairs."

She peeked over and saw that His Majesty's body was submerged in the soup, with only the upper part exposed above the water.

"Hehe, don't be so nervous, let's chat first." Murong Yan suddenly chuckled, reached out to take the rose dew handed to her by Musk Moon, applied it on her fingertips and rubbed it gently. When she raised her arms, the soft flesh under her armpits bulged slightly.

Musk Moon said, "But this servant does not understand newspapers, nor does he understand government affairs."

"How much balance does the Ministry of Internal Affairs have now?"

Musk Moon stared at her figure, swallowed, and whispered, "The prince sends 50,000 taels of silver to the palace every month. After deducting the cost of making the phoenix robe and daily expenses, there is about 10,000 taels left."

"Only ten thousand taels? My husband is such a fool! What's the harm in giving me more money? Why do you insist on asking me to rob you?"

Murong Yan raised her eyebrows and flicked the water surface with her fingertips.

How could she know that Lin Zhen's philosophy was that Murong Yan must never have too much money on hand.

If there are too many, something bad will happen.

Murong Yan pouted and suddenly turned around, her slender back emerging from the water. The mark below her butterfly bone was particularly bright in the water vapor, but was blocked by the bathtub.

The bath water flowed down her back, outlining a graceful curve on the phoenix pattern, and her waist was so thin that it could be held in her hand.

"Never mind, ten thousand taels should be enough. I'll take the newspaper office back tomorrow. I don't believe my husband won't give it to me."

The word "husband" was said very softly, but it made Musk Moon's eyelashes tremble violently.

"Of course the prince will listen to His Majesty. What His Majesty says is an imperial decree." Musk Moon lowered her head to wipe Murong Yan's arm, but her eyes couldn't help but drift to her chest, secretly comparing it with her own smallness.

Murong Yan shook her head: "It's not that simple. Although my husband is a minister on the surface, he is also the head of my family. There are many things that I can force on others, but not on him. There must be basic respect between husband and wife." The end of her words disappeared in the mist, and she suddenly reached out to take the towel from Musk Moon's hand and wiped the ends of her hair.

The sound of palace maids changing shifts could be heard outside the bathing hall. Murong Yan suddenly remembered something and asked, "Eh? Should I say it, how is Chengyu? It's been so long since I've had the time to visit the child."

Musk Moon smiled slightly. "The people who came to deliver gifts to the palace said that the young master is growing very fast and is a big eater."

As she spoke, she looked at Murong Yan's breasts and said, "Even breasts of your majesty's size are not enough for him."

Murong Yan was stunned at first, then burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, you girl, you actually dare to use me as an example!"

"I acknowledge my guilt."

"But that's a bit too much, isn't it? This is very abnormal. Have you seen a doctor?"

"Yes. The doctor said it's fine, just feed normally. But now there are four wet nurses in the palace plus Madam Qingwen, so five people have to feed him to barely get him full."

"That's strange. Qingwen's size isn't small either. No, I have to go back and take a look when I get a chance. Oh, and last month, the Qin State sent a lot of camels. I heard camel milk is good for children. Ask the Imperial Household Department to get some milk and give it to little Chengyu every now and then to change his taste."

Musk Moon quickly agreed.

Murong Yan felt very comfortable after the wash. She stood up and let Musk Moon wipe her clean. Then she changed into a loose nightgown and returned to the bedroom in front.

After entering the hall, she walked towards the dressing table. Her tall figure was reflected in the mirror. Her waist was so slender that it could be held in one hand, while her breasts were as plump as two small mountains. She made the bright yellow satin nightgown taut, and the neckline was very low, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

There were neatly folded secret reports on the dressing table, and the top one read "The prince stayed at Tingqin Residence last night."

"Tingqinju?" Murong Yan asked doubtfully, "Muyue, is there a Tingqinju in the palace?"

"According to my wife, Tingqinju was built by the palace to entertain a musician, and later used as a guest room. And..."

"And what?" Murong Yan instantly became alert.

Musk Moon unconsciously lowered her voice: "And the prince gave Tingqinju to that skinny Ma Qizhu'er. They slept together last night."

"He really slept with that Weeping Pearl!? I'm so pissed off!"

Murong Yan had almost forgotten about this matter. After all, he was just an actor and a skinny horse. She got angry and asked Lin Zhen to pay as a punishment.

But who knew that Lin Zhen would actually take advantage of the situation and actually sleep with Qizhuer, and even specially allocated a yard for him.

"Lin Zhen, I'll see how you explain it tomorrow!!"

Murong Yan sat down angrily and let Musk Moon comb her long hair.

Outside the window, the peonies in the twilight were rustling in the evening breeze.

"Your Majesty, it's late." Musk Moon reminded softly.

Murong Yan climbed onto the bed, her anger still lingering.

Seeing that it was almost time, Musk Moon blew out the candle, turned around and walked out.

At this moment, Murong Yan suddenly sat up and said, "Tomorrow, have the Ministry of Internal Affairs lead the camel directly to the palace! Just say that..."

She paused, a mischievous smile curling up at the corner of her mouth, her chest trembling slightly under her pajamas, "Just say it's a gift from a mother to her son."

Mother?

Musk Moon was a little dazed.

Not only Lin Zhen, but even Murong Yan herself said that the rules of the royal palace are different from those of other families. The child is the child of the owner, and the child born to a concubine is not required to call the mistress of the house "mother."

Even Shangguan Wan'er, who has always been stubborn and traditional, didn't say anything about this.

Why did she suddenly call herself a mother?

Could it be that Your Majesty...

Musk Moon did not dare to hesitate and bowed and said, "I obey your command."

After hearing this, Murong Yan lay down contentedly, hugging her phoenix pillow, and said with a silly smile: "Little guy, dare to cry to anyone, let's see how you will explain to your family tomorrow!"

The moon was above the treetops, and Murong Yan fell into a deep sleep.

She had another dream, in which someone kept telling her not to take a bath anymore.

The nightmare-like words repeated over and over in her mind, constantly telling her that bathing was erotic and vulgar.

Murong Yan didn’t understand, but she thought it was amazing.

It turns out that there are many wonderful things in this world, for example.

You will also be stuck when taking a bath in the palace.

......

Morning next day.

Lin Zhen was still standing at the front of the team, yawning.

In fact, he hated this kind of boring meeting, but the prince was away at war, so he had no choice but to come and participate in the government affairs.

He glanced at Murong Yan inadvertently and found that when she looked at him, her eyes were not eyes and her nose was not a nose.

What's going on here?

I didn't provoke her.

Lin Zhen was a little puzzled, but he didn't intend to care. Women always have some strange ideas. When she gets angry for no reason, that's when she starts to act like a demon.

Men should avoid it if they can. If you insist on going up to them and asking them, or coaxing them without any principles, you are a fool.