On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Outside the screen, the sound of footsteps and soft conversations could be heard.

"Sister Wan'er, would you like to prepare this set of black bamboo patterned clothes for my husband's daily wear?"

"Hmm...it goes perfectly with that mutton-fat jade pendant."

"Sister Xiling, please apply this ointment again..."

"No need, it's fine."

"Qingwen, stop making trouble! Be careful not to spill the water!"

"Hehe... I'm rubbing my husband's back..."

A corner of the screen was gently pulled open.

Qingwen poked her little head in, blinking her bright eyes. She held a soft cotton towel in her hand and said, "Husband...would it be okay if Qing'er helped you bathe?"

Lin Zhen opened his eyes, looked at the pretty little face, and curled the corners of his lips slightly: "Come in."

Qingwen cheered and came in like a nimble kitten. She knelt beside the bathtub, dipped a cotton towel in warm water, and carefully wiped Lin Zhen's broad back.

Her movements were gentle and clumsy, with the shyness and curiosity unique to young girls.

"Husband...Is Beiyan cold?"

"cold."

"Are there any wolves?"

"Have."

"Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

"My husband is so amazing!" Qingwen's eyes were full of admiration, and her small hands unconsciously drew circles on his back. "Can you take Qing'er with you next time?"

"Nonsense." Lin Zhen's voice was low and doting. "The dangers of the North are no joke."

"Oh..." Qingwen pouted, then her eyes lit up. "Then my husband, tell me how you defeated that villain Gu Beichen! Okay?"

"We'll talk about it later." Lin Zhen closed his eyes, enjoying the rare relaxation.

There were footsteps outside the screen again.

Huanbi came in timidly, carrying a cup of warm ginseng soup: "Husband, drink some ginseng soup to warm yourself up."

"Hmm." Lin Zhen took the jade cup and drank it all in one gulp. The ginseng soup was warm, with a hint of sweetness, and it flowed warmly into his stomach.

"Husband...is the water temperature suitable?" Yue Wu's cold voice came. She did not come in, but just stood outside the screen, holding the pipa.

"Just right." Lin Zhen replied.

"Then... I will play a song for my husband. This is a new song I have learned." Yue Wu plucked the strings with her fingertips, and a quiet song "Spring River Moon Night" flowed out, like a gurgling stream, washing away the tired soul.

Zhang Li's voice could be heard faintly from the direction of the accounting office. She seemed to be instructing the manager. She was smart and capable, with unquestionable authority.

Shangguan Wan'er was directing the maids outside to prepare dinner, her voice calm, orderly and well-organized.

Chu Xiling sat quietly on the couch by the window, holding a roll of blueprints in her hand, reading intently in the daylight. Cheng Xuan carefully massaged her uninjured right arm.

In the warm room, there is mist, the sound of piano is lingering, the girl's coquettish voice, gentle concern, shrewd whispers, steady command, and silent concentration... all interwoven into a warm and peaceful picture.

Lin Zhen leaned in the bathtub, feeling the heat of the water and listening to the sounds in his ears. His cold and hard heart seemed to be soaked and softened little by little by this long-lost warmth of home.

The thunder of Beiyan and the undercurrent of Jinghua were temporarily isolated at this moment.

This is his harbor, the only place where he can let down his guard after returning from battle.

As night falls, the main hall of Qixia Garden is brightly lit.

The huge round rosewood table was filled with delicious food.

Lin Zhen sat in the center, Shangguan Wan'er to the right, and Chu Xiling to the left. Zhang Li, Yue Wu, Qingwen, and Huanbi sat in that order. Cheng Xuan stood behind Chu Xiling.

"My dear husband, please enjoy." Shangguan Wan'er held the chopsticks and served the dishes to Lin Zhen with graceful and appropriate movements.

"Husband, try this!" Qingwen couldn't wait to pick up a piece of crystal braised pork and put it in Lin Zhen's bowl. "This was made by Qing'er in the kitchen! It's delicious!"

"Husband, is the mutton in Beiyan as delicious as that in the capital?" Zhang Li asked with a smile, her eyes moving.

"Husband, drink some soup." Huanbi softly poured a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of Lin Zhen.

"Husband..." Yue Wu put down the pipa and picked up the wine glass. "Yue Wu toasts to my husband. I wish him good health and a long life of blessings..."

Chu Xiling ate quietly, occasionally looking up at Lin Zhen who was busying around, the flickering candlelight reflected in her cold eyes.

Lin Zhen's eyes often fell on her, with a hint of imperceptible concern.

"Ling'er, eat more." Lin Zhen picked up a piece of steamed sea bass and put it in her bowl, "It will replenish your body."

"Thank you, husband." Chu Xiling nodded slightly, picked up the fish and ate it in small bites.

Dinner was served in a warm and slightly quiet atmosphere.

Shangguan Wan'er is prudent, Chu Xiling is calm, Zhang Li is shrewd, Yue Wu is cold, Qingwen is lively, and Huanbi is gentle.

The six ladies, with very different personalities, formed a strange harmony around the same man at this round table.

Lin Zhen's gaze slowly swept across their faces, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

What are we seeking in the wars, killings, and power struggles?

Perhaps... it is to protect the peace in front of him, to protect these... women who have entrusted their bodies and minds to him.

late at night.

In the master bedroom of Qixia Garden, red candles burned high, brocade curtains hung low, and a faint, warm fragrance filled the air.

Lin Zhen took a shower, changed his clothes, put on soft pajamas, and leaned against the head of the bed.

Shangguan Wan'er took off her hairpins and rings, her black hair flowing like a waterfall. She wore only a plain white middle garment and sat in front of the dressing table, combing her long hair.

In the candlelight, her dignified profile softened considerably.

"Wan'er." Lin Zhen's voice was low.

"Husband." Shangguan Wan'er put down the jade comb, stood up and walked to the bed, and snuggled into his arms tenderly.

The familiar ambergris mixed with the unique masculine scent completely relaxed her tense heartstrings.

"It's not easy to run a household. Thank you for your hard work." Lin Zhen put his arms around her slender waist and gently rested his chin on the top of her head.

"It is my duty to share my husband's worries," Shangguan Wan'er said softly. "I only hope that my husband will be safe and well."

"Having Wan'er in the house is a place of peace and security." Lin Zhen lowered his head and placed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Husband..." Shangguan Wan'er raised her head, her eyes sparkling with shyness and anticipation, "It's late... Go to bed..."

The red candle flickers, the brocade curtains sway gently, whispers murmur, the spring night is too short.

The hardships of Beiyan and the undercurrents of Beijing were all isolated outside the warm brocade tent at this moment.

Only each other's body temperature and breath are real and soothing.

In the next few days, Lin Zhen seemed to have unloaded all his burdens and immersed himself in this long-lost land of gentleness.

In the early morning, he would practice swordplay in the garden.

Qingwen was like a cheerful little bird, chirping beside, sometimes handing over a handkerchief, sometimes imitating the gestures, which made Lin Zhen smile.

Huanbi sat quietly in the pavilion, embroidering a handkerchief, occasionally looking up, her gentle eyes following his figure.

In the afternoon, he would handle some simple official business in his study.

Zhang Li would come in with the account books and report on the business affairs in a shrewd and capable manner, with clear logic and a burning gaze.

Whenever Lin Zhen gave her some pointers, she would feel like she had found a treasure, with a businessman's keen eyes flashing.

Chu Xiling mostly rested in Baigong Pavilion.

Lin Zhen would visit him every day.

Sometimes I would just sit quietly by and watch her concentrate on drawing blueprints or fiddling with some delicate models.

Chengxuan served carefully on the side.

Lin Zhen would ask about her recovery from her injuries and listen to her cold explanation of some ideas about the civilian conversion of the "Fen Tian Lei" stabilizer, such as the improvement of the proportion of mountain-blasting explosives and mining blasting technology.

He didn't say much, just listened, his eyes fixed on her pale but focused profile, with a kind of silent support.

Occasionally, he would change her dressing himself, his movements clumsy but careful.

Chu Xiling did not resist, and a hint of warmth flashed across the depths of her cold eyes.

Night is a different kind of gentleness.

He might stay in the main house of Qixia Garden, where Wan'er lived in a dignified and reserved manner, listen to her talk about trivial matters in the mansion, and feel the tenderness beneath her calmness.

You can go to Zhang Li's bright and flamboyant "Jin Yu Tang" and be ignited by her fiery passion, or go to Yue Wu's cool and quiet "Ting Xue Lou" and find peace amidst the music and moonlight.

Or you can stay in Qingwen's lively and lively "Xichun Pavilion" and be amused by her endless little tricks.

Or you can rest in the gentle and lovely "Bi Bo Xuan" of Huanbi and enjoy the care and attachment of the beautiful girl.

Different names, different temperaments, but all carry the same attachment and dependence.

Lin Zhen indulged himself in it, like a tired traveler sinking into a warm spring, washing away the dust of travel and nourishing his body and mind.

He temporarily put aside the disputes in the court, the thunder of Beiyan, and the shadow of Fentianlei, and just became a husband who returned home, enjoying the rare tranquility and warmth that belonged to home.