On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Inside Qifengxuan, the air seemed to freeze.

Fragments of the carved wooden door lay scattered on the floor, sawdust dancing in the sunlight that filtered through the doorframe.

That fiery red figure was like a burning meteorite, carrying the smoke and dust of the battlefield, as well as the burning longing that had been suppressed for two years and almost burned away one's sanity, and it slammed into everyone's sight!

Liu Miaoyan!

The "Fire Phoenix" of the palace!

Lin Zhen’s childhood sweetheart!

The youngest female general of the Daqian Dynasty!

At this moment, she ignored the astonished looks in the room, ignored the instantly cold eyes of the main wife Shangguan Wan'er, ignored the slightly furrowed brows of Chu Xiling and the complex look that flashed across Zhang Li's eyes, and even ignored the shocked looks of Qingwen and Huanbi.

In her world, the only person left was the man sitting in the main seat, who was also slightly stunned by her sudden intrusion - Lin Zhen!

"Husband! You're finally back! I missed you so much!" Her voice was clear and loud, like the clanging of metal, with an unquestionable declaration and uncontrollable ecstasy!

Before she finished speaking, she pounced in front of Lin Zhen like a cheetah!

The hands that were used to holding heavy Mo Dao on the battlefield and stained with the blood of countless enemies, now had an almost trembling eagerness. One hand hooked Lin Zhen's neck, and the other hand lifted his chin without any explanation!

Then, under everyone's astonished gaze, she leaned over and kissed him fiercely!

It was not a gentle touch, nor a lingering rubbing, but it was as domineering and passionate as attacking a city and taking a stronghold!

It carries the smell of gunpowder from two years of battle, the biting breath of the northern wind and frost, and the deep longing that has accumulated for more than seven hundred days and nights and is almost melting Lin Zhen!

Her lips were soft but with amazing strength, as if she wanted to imprint all her thoughts, worries, ecstasy, grievances... deep in Lin Zhen's soul through this kiss!

Lin Zhen was caught off guard and was kissed hard by her!

A familiar, unique scent, a mixture of sunshine, sweat and a hint of leather, instantly surrounded him!

That is the taste that belongs only to Liu Miaoyan!

It is a memory engraved in his bones!

His body stiffened slightly, then suddenly relaxed, and he put his backhand around her strong and thin waist!

That waist, under the fiery red tights, is full of amazing strength and elasticity!

He could clearly feel the slight tremors in her body and her heartbeat beating against his chest like a drum!

That was not fear, but excitement, the ecstasy of regaining what had been lost!

This kiss was short but like thunder!

When they separated, Liu Miaoyan breathed slightly, and her heroic face was stained with a touching blush. Her eyes, like burning stars, were even brighter at this moment, filled with undisguised love, possessiveness and a hint of... imperceptible grievance.

She licked her rosy lips, as if savoring the memory. Then, her eyes swept across the room, a flamboyant and wild smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her voice was firm:

"You are mine today! No one is allowed to take you away!"

"Miao Yan!" Shangguan Wan'er's voice was filled with suppressed anger and incredible coldness. She stood up suddenly, and the majesty of the queen instantly spread.

"How disrespectful! This is Qifengxuan! How can you be so presumptuous!"

A hint of disapproval flashed across Chu Xiling's cold eyes, but she didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

Zhang Li raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Qingwen and Huanbi were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they huddled behind Zhang Li.

Liu Miaoyan didn't care at all!

She didn't even look at Shangguan Wan'er, her eyes were still fixed on Lin Zhen's face, as if he was the only one left in the world.

"Sister Wan'er," she finally turned her head. Her voice was still clear, but it carried an unquestionable sharpness honed on the battlefield. "Two years! Two whole years! While I was chopping heads off in the snow and ice of Northern Yan, you were admiring flowers and drinking tea in the capital! While I had seven scars on my body, you were applying makeup in the palace! Now, I'm back alive! I just want to hug my man! Kiss him! What's wrong?! It's only natural!"

Her words were blunt and rough, just like her blade, carrying a sense of arrogant self-righteousness!

"You!" Shangguan Wan'er was so angry that her face turned pale. She pointed at her with her slender jade finger, but was speechless for a moment.

Liu Miaoyan's achievements and her contributions are real!

In the imperial court gazette, her nickname "Bloody Shura" was made up of the heads of the Northern Yan barbarians!

This confidence and toughness made her unable to refute for a moment!

"Okay!" Lin Zhen's low voice sounded, with a hint of helplessness and unquestionable majesty.

He gently patted the back of Liu Miaoyan's hand that was tightly around his neck, signaling her to release it. Then he stood up, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, finally landing on Shangguan Wan'er. He said soothingly, "Wan'er, Miaoyan just returned from the front lines, so she's a little impatient. Don't blame me."

He looked at Liu Miaoyan again, his eyes softening instantly, filled with deep pity: "Miaoyan, you've had a hard time along the way. Are your injuries healed?"

When Liu Miaoyan heard Lin Zhen's familiar, concerned voice, the sharpness in her eyes melted instantly, like ice and snow melting, revealing the softness hidden underneath that bloomed only for him.

She curled her lips, with a hint of coquettishness: "It's just a superficial wound, it's healed soon! It's just... I just missed you so much!"

As she spoke, she ignored the presence of everyone and hugged Lin Zhen's arm again, resting her head on his shoulder, like a big cat that finally found its owner, greedily absorbing his scent.

"That damn place in Beiyan is freezing! Those barbarians are so stinky and tough! My hands are numb from chopping them! Every night when I lie in the cold tent, I miss you... I miss you so much that my bones ache!"

Her voice lowered, with a barely perceptible sob. It was the vulnerability of a female general who shed blood but no tears on the battlefield, letting down all her defenses in front of her lover.

The softest part of Lin Zhen's heart was deeply touched.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her high ponytail. Her hair was a little rough and showed traces of weathering.

"I know... I know everything," he whispered, his voice raspy and magnetic. "Every time I receive your military report and see the words 'number of heads beheaded' after your name, I'm both proud of you and terrified. No matter how busy Hu County is, every night I look at the northern star map, wondering where you are and whether you're safe."

Liu Miaoyan suddenly raised her head, her eyes sparkling with shocking light: "You...you watch it every night?"

"Yeah." Lin Zhen nodded, his eyes as gentle as water. "The stars in Beiyan are brighter than those in the capital. I always wonder which star my little phoenix is ​​fighting bloody battles under."

"Husband..." Liu Miaoyan couldn't hold back any longer, and tears rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

This woman, who was like a Shura on the battlefield, was crying like a child at this moment.

She doesn't care what others think. She just wants to cry out all the grievances, longings and fears of the past two years.

She hugged Lin Zhen's arm tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear again.