On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

West City, deep in Huaishu Lane.

An inconspicuous carriage with green curtains stopped silently in the shadows at the entrance of the alley.

The car door opened, and two figures slid out of the car like ghosts and landed silently.

Lin Zhen was wearing a gray Taoist robe that had been washed to a pale color, a funny nine-beam Taoist hat on his head, and a few wisps of gray fake beard stuck to his cheeks. He looked like a down-and-out fortune teller.

Murong Yan was wearing the most ordinary lotus-colored plain gauze dress and a veiled hat on her head, which completely concealed her stunning face and luxurious demeanor.

The two looked at each other, and saw the uncontrollable excitement and mischievous glint in each other's eyes.

At the end of the alley, a small blue brick courtyard stands quietly.

The courtyard wall was not high and was covered with lush creepers, making it seem quiet and secluded. The gate was closed, and no sound could be heard from inside.

"It's right here." Lin Zhen lowered his voice and pointed to the courtyard.

Murong Yan nodded, and the corners of her lips curled up under the veil.

The two men tiptoed under the courtyard wall like thieves.

Without saying a word, they both took a deep breath at the same time, and their bodies floated up from the ground like weightless catkins. Their toes touched the moss on the wall, and they landed silently in the yard without disturbing even a speck of dust.

After landing, the two looked at each other with evil smiles, like children who had stolen candy.

The courtyard is not big, but it is kept clean and tidy.

The vegetable plots are lush and green, and the rose clusters in the corners are in full bloom.

Opposite the courtyard gate is a small and exquisite wooden house. Judging from the wood and paint color, it was obviously built not long ago.

The yard was empty and quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"Sure enough, he didn't bring anyone." Lin Zhen said in a low voice, the gossip fire in his eyes even stronger.

Murong Yan also nodded, and under the veil, her phoenix eyes sparkled with excitement.

The two of them walked hand in hand in tacit understanding, walking towards the wooden house with light steps as if they were strolling in their own backyard.

Just as I walked to the window of the wooden house, before I got close, I heard faint conversations from inside the house.

The two men immediately held their breath, stood against the wall like geckos, and pricked up their ears.

A slightly cold, yet lazily and resentful female voice rang out. It was Qingxia's mother, the mysterious former Tiandao Sect Master:

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp slapping sound.

"Just eat! Don't touch me! You're in your forties, why are you still so horny? You have no manners!"

Then, a familiar male voice, but with a never-before-heard, almost vulgar, flattering tone, sounded. It was Murong Wushe:

"Hehehe... I haven't seen you in a few days, I missed you so much..." The voice was sticky and sweet, with a kind of goosebump-inducing sweetness. "I have to say, Lijie, your cooking skills are still as good as they were back then! This braised pork is amazing!"

"Hmph, look at your lack of ambition!" The old sect leader's voice was tinged with a smile. "Stop the flattery! Are you sure His Majesty won't be looking for you today? Don't let your little disciple come and take you away while you're eating. It'll spoil the fun!"

"Don't worry! Don't worry!" Wushe's voice was filled with complete confidence. "Your Majesty is going to the opera house to visit the prince today! The young couple is so attached to each other, they won't be able to return for a while! Today... hehe, we have plenty of time to make love!"

He deliberately dragged out the last two words, which were full of hints.

"Bah! Who wants to be affectionate with you! You old pervert!" The old sect leader spat, but there was not much anger in his voice, but a little bit of coquettishness.

"Moreover……"

She changed the subject, her tone clearly teasing and provocative, "Even if you want to make love... do you have that ability? Hmm?"

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan outside the window widened their eyes instantly!

Both of them saw shock in each other's eyes!

Shouldn’t a couple live like an old couple, with the woman doing the laundry and cooking, and the man running errands and shopping, and supporting each other through life?

Isn’t this conversation too full of information?!

Inside the room, Wushe seemed to have been touched on a sore spot, but then he smugly retorted, his voice rising a few notches:

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan outside the window almost couldn't hold back their laughter!

The two of them quickly covered their mouths, their shoulders shaking wildly!

Oh my God!

These old couple...are playing so wildly?!

"Two Yang Finger"?

"Benefit"?

"The real thing"?

This scale is simply shocking!

"Ha!" Wushe seemed to be aroused by his competitive spirit, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction. "You talk as if you have used the real thing! Back then..."

"How could I have given birth to Qingxia without using her?!" The old sect leader's voice suddenly became sharp, with a hint of offended anger. "What? Do you suspect Qingxia was picked up?!"

"Uh... I don't dare!" Wushe's voice instantly became timid, and he quickly smiled apologetically, "I was just joking."

After hearing this, Lin Zhen and Murong Yan outside the window could no longer suppress their strong curiosity!

This conversation is so explosive!

Just hearing about it isn’t enough, you have to see it with your own eyes!

Lin Zhen winked at Murong Yan, and the two of them crept down under the windowsill silently like agile cats.

Lin Zhen stretched out his index finger, smeared it with saliva in an extremely obscene manner (Murong Yan wrinkled her nose in disgust), and carefully poked a hole in the thin layer of mulberry paper on the window.

Murong Yan followed suit, dipped some saliva in it (her movements were obviously much more elegant than Lin Zhen's), and poked a small hole in another place.

The two held their breath, put their eyes close to the small hole and peeked inside.

Inside the house, the afternoon sun shines through the window frames covered with mulberry paper, casting mottled and warm shadows.

On a simple elm square table, there were several home-cooked dishes: a plate of shiny and fragrant braised pork, a plate of green and crispy stir-fried seasonal vegetables, a plate of golden and tempting fried tofu, and a small pot of warm rice wine.

The air was filled with the aroma of food and a warm tranquility that belonged only to the two of them.

Wushe was wearing a dark grey cotton gown, no longer the dragon robe that symbolised power, and he looked relaxed.

He sat opposite Li Jie, holding a bowl in his hand, but his eyes were like honey, staring at the old sect leader who was serving him soup without blinking.

The old sect leader wore a plain light blue Hangzhou silk jacket today, which made his skin look even whiter.

Time seemed to be particularly kind to her, leaving only a few shallow fine lines at the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were still clear and bright, but they had lost the sharpness of their youth and gained a bit of warmth and calmness.

Her black hair was tied up loosely in a bun with a plain silver hairpin inserted diagonally. A few strands of hair hung down by her cheeks, adding a touch of lazy charm.

"Here, drink some soup to moisten your body."