On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Shangguan Wan'er looked at this scene with mixed feelings.

She looked at the undisguised tenderness and love in Lin Zhen's eyes, and Liu Miaoyan's unreserved dependence and vulnerability. As the main wife, she could never show such direct and intense emotions in front of Lin Zhen.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and restored her dignity as a queen: "Forget it. Sister Miaoyan has worked hard in the battle. Today... your husband will accompany her more."

Her voice was calm, yet with a hint of imperceptible fatigue and sadness.

She turned around and said to Chu Xiling, Zhang Li, and the others, "Sisters, let's... go back to our respective courtyards first. Let Sister Miaoyan and her husband... have a good time reminiscing about the past."

Chu Xiling nodded slightly, her cold eyes lingering on Liu Miaoyan and Lin Zhen for a moment, and then she turned and left with a hint of imperceptible complexity.

Zhang Li smiled meaningfully and walked out with Qingwen and Huanbi, who were still a little confused.

Only Lin Zhen and Liu Miaoyan were left in Qifengxuan.

The door was gently closed.

Liu Miaoyan had no more scruples. She turned around suddenly and, like a nimble cheetah, threw Lin Zhen onto the soft couch covered with thick brocade cushions!

She looked down at him condescendingly, her fiery red outfit outlining her breathtaking curves, her long, powerful legs straddling his waist with unquestionable control.

She leaned down, her nose almost touching Lin Zhen's, and her hot breath sprayed on his face:

"Lin Zhen! You have no conscience! Two years! Two whole years! Do you know how I got through this?!" Her voice was tearful, yet fierce. "Every time I charged into battle, I kept thinking I couldn't die! I had to come back alive! Come back to see you! I wouldn't be willing to die without seeing you!"

"I know... my little phoenix has suffered..." Lin Zhen raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on her face. His movements were incredibly gentle.

"Don't call me Little Phoenix!" Liu Miaoyan said fiercely, tears streaming even harder. "I'm a general! I'm 'Blood-robed Shura'!"

"Okay, my great general." Lin Zhen readily agreed, his eyes full of doting. "My great general, you have made great military achievements in Northern Yan and expanded the territory of Daqian. You are a true heroine."

"Who cares about those things!" Liu Miaoyan sobbed, "I only care about you! I care about you as a person! I care about you calling me Miaoyan! I care about you... holding me!"

As she spoke, she suddenly lowered her head and kissed Lin Zhen fiercely again!

This time, it was no longer the domineering declaration just now, but it brought with it endless grievances, longings and fears, sweeping over like a violent storm!

Her kiss was filled with the salty taste of tears, a slight tremor in her body, and a desire that almost rubbed Lin Zhen into her bones and blood!

Lin Zhen responded to her enthusiastically, wrapping his arms tightly around her thin but powerful waist, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

He could feel the tension and relaxation of every inch of her muscles, her pounding heartbeat, and the emotions that had been suppressed for two years, erupting like a volcano!

His kiss also changed from the initial gentle comfort to a passionate and lingering one, carrying the same deep longing and ecstasy of regaining what had been lost.

Between the lips and teeth, there is a silent confession, a collision of souls, and the throbbing of two hearts that have been tempered in blood and fire, tormented in longing, finally clinging tightly to each other!

I don’t know how long it took before the passionate kiss gradually subsided.

Liu Miaoyan leaned on Lin Zhen's chest, breathing slightly, her cheeks flushed like a blooming rose.

Her slender fingers unconsciously stroked the collar of Lin Zhen's chest, feeling his steady and strong heartbeat. That was the sound she most longed to hear on countless cold nights in the past two years.

"Brother Zhen..." Her voice was hoarse and lazy with emotion, "I... I killed so many people... Princes and generals of Northern Yan... Their blood, splashed on my face, was hot... But my heart is cold... Only when I think of you, do I feel a little warmth..."

"It's all over..." Lin Zhen stroked her soft hair, his voice low and firm, "You did it for Daqian, for the people, and for our future. Your hands are stained with blood, but your heart is purer than anyone else's."

"I'm not afraid of blood!" Liu Miaoyan raised her head, a wild light flashing in her eyes. "I'm just afraid that I'll never see you again. Brother Zhen, promise me that you won't let me leave you for so long again! Okay? I'd rather not be a general, but just a soldier by your side!"

"Silly girl." Lin Zhen laughed and pinched the tip of her nose. "You are a phoenix soaring in the sky. The battlefield is your home. If I really keep you by my side, you will be suffocated. But I can promise you that next time you are in the army, I will give you a few more vacations."

"That's more like it!" Liu Miaoyan hummed with satisfaction and buried her head in his arms again, like a satisfied cat.

Her long, strong legs were still domineeringly wrapped around his waist, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

The sunlight shines through the window lattice and falls on the two of them, warm and quiet.

At this moment, the fierce battles on the battlefield, the undercurrents in the court, the delicate balance in the palace... were all isolated outside.

Only two hearts, tormented by longing, finally found their home, indulging in each other's body temperature and heartbeat, and indulging in this hard-earned warmth.

Inside Qifengxuan, there was only the sound of faint breathing and the beating of two hearts tightly connected.

......

The next day, it was almost noon.

The scorching sunlight shines through the gaps in the carved window lattices, casting tiny spots of light on the smooth floor. The air is filled with a lazy and contented atmosphere.

Lin Zhen slowly opened his eyes. A long and strong arm was pressing heavily on his chest, and he felt a warm touch where their skin touched.

Liu Miaoyan was still sleeping, his handsome face buried in the crook of his neck, his breathing even and long, with a barely perceptible snoring, like a young animal that had let down all its defenses.

Her bright red outfit was draped messily over the bed, revealing her well-defined shoulders and back with a few faint scars, which were the marks left by the wind, frost and blades of the north.

Lin Zhen's eyes gently traced her sleeping eyebrows. The fiery passion last night that almost burned them both to death seemed to be still before his eyes.

This "Fire Phoenix" that was feared by the enemies on the battlefield finally lost all its edge in his arms, leaving only complete dependence and a deep sleep after exhaustion.

He carefully moved her arm away, his movements as gentle as if brushing against the most precious porcelain, for fear of disturbing her sweet dream.

His fingertips brushed across her slightly furrowed brows and the corners of her tightly pursed lips, where there seemed to still be a trace of hostility from returning from the battlefield.

He leaned over and placed a feather-light kiss on her smooth forehead, whispering, "Sleep well, my great general."

Then he got up quietly and dressed himself.

When he walked out of Qixia Garden, he looked back. The sunlight just happened to fall on the corners of her slightly upturned mouth, coating it with a layer of warm gold, with a childish satisfaction.

He smiled, took a deep breath of the air filled with the fragrance of flowers and trees, turned and walked towards the depths of the palace, to the "Qifengxuan" that symbolized the honor and tranquility of the principal wife.