On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

"Woof woof!" Xuetuaner held a colorful vine ball in his mouth, wagged his tail proudly, and circled around the willow tree, trying not to let Qingwen catch it.

"Husband! Help me catch it!" Qingwen's sharp eyes saw Lin Zhen's figure appear at the entrance of the moon cave. She immediately ran over as if she had seen a savior, grabbed his sleeve, and complained breathlessly, "Xuetuan'er is so mean! He stole my ball and refused to give it back!"

Lin Zhen did not wear black today. He changed into an indigo-green casual uniform with dark cloud patterns and arrow sleeves, which made him look more upright.

He looked at Qingwen's flushed face from running and the beads of sweat on her forehead, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Qing'er bullied Xuetuan'er again?"

"No!" Qingwen pouted, her big eyes full of grievance. "It was it that stole my ball first! If you don't believe me, ask it!"

She pointed at the snowball who was still having fun.

Xuetuaner seemed to understand, and ran to Lin Zhen's feet with the ball in his mouth, rubbed his boots in a flattering manner, and made a whining sound.

"Look! It feels guilty!" Qingwen immediately became proud.

Lin Zhen laughed, bent down, took the sepak takraw ball from Xuetuan'er's mouth, and handed it to Qingwen: "Here."

"Thank you, my husband!" Qingwen took the ball and jumped for joy. Then, with a roll of her eyes, she stuffed the ball into Lin Zhen's arms. "My husband, can you play Cuju with Qing'er? Just the two of us, without Xuetuaner!"

"Okay." Lin Zhen agreed.

The two men squared off on the grass.

Qingwen moved nimbly, like a butterfly flitting through flowers, dribbling past opponents with frequent feints, all the while shouting, "Watch out! Swing left! Dive right! Oh, my husband, you're such a jerk! Don't use your light skills!"

Lin Zhen didn't take it seriously. He only used 30% of his strength, matching her rhythm, sometimes stealing the ball, sometimes letting it go, which made Qingwen giggle.

Xuetuaner ran around excitedly and barked to cheer.

Under the warm spring sun, everyone is laughing and having fun.

In the afternoon, in the inner room of Xichun Pavilion.

The sunlight shines through the red gauze window, casting a soft halo of light.

The interior furnishings are simple and bright, and the treasure cabinet is filled with various exquisite toys: nine-linked rings, Luban locks, tangrams, painted clay figurines, and singing music boxes. The air is filled with the faint sweet fragrance of preserved fruits and the unique fragrance of a girl's boudoir.

Qingwen sat cross-legged on the floor covered with a thick velvet carpet, with an exquisite backgammon chess set spread out in front of her.

She held her chin with one hand and held a white jade chess piece in the other. Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed and her little mouth was slightly pouted. She was obviously in a tough fight.

"Husband, it's your turn," she raised her little face, with a hint of cunning in her big eyes, "Don't think too long!"

Lin Zhen sat across from her, his posture relaxed, a black jade chess piece between his fingertips. His eyes swept across the chessboard, and he casually stopped at a spot: "Here."

"Ah! No, no!" Qingwen cried out immediately, her little hand quickly pressing down on his chess piece. "I can't move here! If I move my knight, you'll eat me!"

"No regrets on your move." Lin Zhen said calmly.

"That... that doesn't count!" Qingwen said, "Qing'er didn't see clearly! Let's do it again!"

"Are you going to regret your move again?" Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows.

"Just once, just once!" Qingwen clasped her hands together, blinking her big eyes and making a pitiful expression. "My husband is the best! Please give way to Qing'er!"

Lin Zhen looked at her innocent appearance and shook his head helplessly: "This won't happen again."

"Hehe...my husband is the best!" Qingwen immediately beamed. She quickly moved the chess piece back to its original position and then placed one down triumphantly. "Checkmate!"

Lin Zhen looked at the chessboard, which was clearly rigged, and raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Qing'er plays this chess very methodically."

"That's right!" Qingwen raised her chin proudly. "Sister Wan'er taught me this. She said it's called 'retreat to advance' and 'making a feint to the east and attacking in the west'!"

"Wan'er'er taught well." Lin Zhen placed a piece and easily resolved her "check".

"Oh no!" Qingwen's face fell. "I lost again. I don't want to play anymore!" She pushed the chess piece away and pouted. "My husband is bullying me!"

"Then what does Qing'er want to play?" Lin Zhen asked.

"Hmm..." Qingwen tilted her head and thought for a moment, her eyes lighting up. "Husband! Can you teach Qing'er how to shoot arrows? I saw General Mao shooting arrows in Beiyan last time and he was so impressive. Qing'er wants to learn too!"

"Archery?" Lin Zhen looked at her slender wrist. "It requires arm strength. I'm afraid Qing'er can't draw the bow."

"You look down on me!" Qingwen jumped up in disbelief, ran to the wall and picked up a small, gilded short bow. "Look! This is what Sister Li'er made...especially for Qing'er! It's so light! Qing'er...can pull it!"

She pulled the bowstring with great effort, her face flushed red, but the arrow shot out crookedly and didn't even touch the edge of the target.

"Pfft..." Lin Zhen couldn't help laughing.

"Hmph! Don't laugh!" Qingwen stamped her feet, her face reddening even more. "Qing'er, this is your first time! Husband, teach Qing'er!"

"Okay." Lin Zhen stood up, walked behind her, held her bow hand, and adjusted her posture. "Stand up straight, relax your shoulders, aim at the center of the target, and keep your hands steady."

His breath brushed past her ears, carrying with it the crisp scent of pine.

Qingwen's body stiffened slightly, her face flushed instantly, even her ears were tinged with pink. She tried to concentrate, following his instructions, holding her breath.

"Let go!" Lin Zhen whispered.

The arrow has been released!

Although the force was insufficient, it was firmly nailed to the edge of the target!

"Hit, hit!" Qingwen jumped up excitedly, turned around and hugged Lin Zhen's arm, "Husband, look, Qing'er hit it!"

"Yes, Qing'er has talent." Lin Zhen nodded.

"Then, could you please teach Qing'er how to ride again?" Qingwen pressed on. "Last time I saw you riding the Snow-Treading Black Horse, you looked so majestic. Qing'er wants to try it too!"

"Riding a horse is dangerous." Lin Zhen shook his head.

"Don't be afraid, I have my husband here!" Qingwen shook his arm coquettishly, "My husband is the best, he will definitely protect Qing'er!"

"Let's pick a docile pony another day." Lin Zhen was unmoved.

"Oh..." Qingwen was a little disappointed, but then her eyes lit up. "Then my husband will accompany Qing'er to fly a kite! Fly the biggest phoenix! Fly it up to the sky!"

"Okay." Lin Zhen responded.

In the courtyard, a huge colorful kite soars into the sky in the spring breeze, its long tail feathers swaying gracefully in the blue sky and white clouds.

Qingwen held the spool, tilted her head upward, and excitedly directed, "Higher! Higher! Fly over that cloud!"

Lin Zhen stood beside her, with his hands behind his back, looking at her excited figure with gentle eyes.

Xuetuaner ran around the two of them happily, barking.

"Husband, look, it's flying so high!" Qingwen pointed at the kite, her little face flushed and filled with pure happiness.

"Yeah." Lin Zhen responded.

"It would be great if I could fly to the sky and have a look like it!" Qingwen's eyes were full of longing.

"The wind is strong in the sky." Lin Zhen said lightly.

"Don't be afraid!" Qingwen gripped the spool tightly. "With my husband pulling the line from below, I'm not afraid no matter how high you fly!"

Lin Zhen was slightly startled and looked down at her.

The girl tilted her face upwards, the sunlight shining into her clear eyes, sparkling with unreserved trust and dependence.

That pure, passionate, sunny emotion was poured into him without reservation.

Unlike Shangguan Wan'er's reserve and dignity, Chu Xiling's calmness and concentration, Zhang Li's brightness and passion, Yue Wu's coolness and self-restraint, and Huanbi's gentleness and shyness, Qingwen's love, like her, is direct, passionate, and unreserved, like a jumping flame, warm and dazzling.