On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

At noon, the altar was surrounded by huge crowds of people.

The nine-tiered white marble steps glow with holy light under the morning sun, leading directly to the towering altar.

Incense curled from the bronze tripod on the stage, the fragrance of sandalwood filled the morning breeze, and the golden smoke column rose straight into the sky, shining against the blue sky.

Civil and military officials were lined up on both sides, wearing court robes and standing according to their ranks. Their purple, crimson, blue, and green official robes were like colorful phoenix feathers spreading out, forming a gorgeous landscape in the morning light.

Suddenly, bells and drums rang out simultaneously. Thirty-six large drums blared simultaneously, and trumpets blew long and loud, their sound resonating through the heavens. A guard of honor slowly approached from a distance, its golden phoenix banners fluttering and gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Sixteen palace maids held phoenix-tail palace fans in their hands and led the way. The fans were woven with gold threads and decorated with pearls. They swayed gently with the maids' steps, like a phoenix spreading its wings.

Next came the gilded imperial sedan chair carried by eighty-one people. The body of the sedan was carved with phoenix and auspicious cloud patterns, and the roof was inlaid with nine oriental pearls, symbolizing the emperor's supreme authority.

Murong Yan sat upright in the middle. Today she was wearing a dark sacrificial robe with ninety-nine and eighty-one phoenixes embroidered on it with gold thread. Each phoenix had a different shape, some stretching their necks and singing, some spreading their wings and flying high, and some looking back. The phoenix eyes were all inlaid with rubies, shining brightly in the sunlight, as if they would break through the clothes at any time and soar into the sky.

The sleeves of the robe are wide, embroidered with cloud and thunder patterns, and the edges are locked with gold thread, which makes it shine brightly when moving.

The train, more than two meters long, was carefully held by twelve palace maids. It was densely embroidered with cloud and thunder patterns with dark gold thread, interspersed with patterns of the sun, moon and stars. The edges were decorated with tiny copper bells, a total of 365, symbolizing the 365 days of a year.

When it moves, it makes a clear sound, like a phoenix singing in the sky, which is pleasant to the ears.

He wears a red gold and kingfisher-inlaid crown with nine dragons and nine phoenixes. The pearl on the top of the crown is as big as a chicken egg. There are twelve strings of pearls hanging down, each string has twelve pearls, half covering his majestic face, adding to his mysterious and noble appearance.

The imperial carriage stopped before the altar. Lin Zhen dismounted and stepped forward, personally helping Murong Yan down from the carriage. The two exchanged glances, each seeing the solemnity and determination in the other's eyes. Lin Zhen was wearing a dark blue court robe embroidered with silver phoenix patterns, a jade belt around his waist, and a long sword, looking resplendent.

The auspicious time has arrived - the ceremonial officer shouted in a long voice, and the sound echoed between heaven and earth.

Murong Yan straightened her robe sleeves, took a deep breath, and slowly stepped onto the jade steps.

The train stretched out on the steps, the bronze bells rang softly, and each step was solemn. Lin Zhen followed closely behind, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes, not missing any suspicious signs.

In the southeast corner of the altar, several men dressed as craftsmen busied themselves with work, their black phoenix tattoos faintly visible on their sleeves. On the northwest platform, several civilians were adjusting their bows and crossbows, their arrowheads gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Murong Yan pretended not to see it and continued to climb the stairs. The golden phoenix on her phoenix robe seemed to be swimming with her steps.

When she reached the third step, she paused. According to the original plan, gunpowder was buried here.

She caught a glimpse of Lin Zhen nodding slightly, knowing that everything was handled properly, and continued to ascend. Her heartbeat quickened slightly, but her face remained calm, displaying the composure of a ruler.

Finally, they reached the top of the altar and the ritual officer presented the sacrificial text.

Murong Yan unrolled the scroll and read aloud. Her voice, clear and melodious like a phoenix's cry, echoed between heaven and earth. Every word was distinct, every sentence resonant. The audience listened with bated breath, moved by the solemn and sacred atmosphere.

Just as he was reciting the words "Bless my Great Qian, when the country is peaceful and the people are at peace", something strange happened!

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard from the southeast corner, and smoke and dust filled the air!

Almost at the same time, arrows rained down from the northwest platform!

The sound of breaking through the air was sharp and piercing, and dozens of sharp arrows shot straight at the altar!

Protect the emperor! Lin Zhen shouted loudly, and instantly stood in front of Murong Yan, unsheathing his sword, and dancing with a sword light.

But Murong Yan remained calm in the face of danger, her black phoenix robe spread out, and the tail suddenly rose up - the silk net lining it instantly unfolded, blocking all the flying arrows!

The Phoenix Feather Soft Sword slipped out of her sleeve, and the sword light was like flying phoenix feathers, shooting down the approaching arrows one by one.

"Where are the Phoenix Feather Guards!" She shouted, her voice like a phoenix roaring to the sky.

Suddenly, dozens of figures suddenly jumped out from among the kneeling people, all wearing tight-fitting clothes with golden phoenix patterns, and rushed straight towards the archers.

Jinyiwei also rushed out of teahouses and taverns and fought with the Black Phoenix soldiers.

The sound of swords clashing was endless, and the originally solemn and dignified ceremony scene suddenly fell into chaos.

Murong Yan and Lin Zhen stood back to back, and the altar was suddenly filled with the flashes of swords and sabers.

Her dark phoenix robe rustled in the wind, and the golden phoenix embroidery seemed to come alive, spreading its wings as if ready to fly with every turn and movement she made.

Lin Zhen's swordsmanship was sharp, and each of his swords went straight for the vital points, protecting Murong Yan.

"Your Majesty is quite calculating!" With a sudden sneer, Murong Hong emerged from the smoke and dust, sword in hand. "Unfortunately, today, I will make you a bloody sacrifice here!" He was dressed in military uniform, his face ferocious, a stark contrast to his usual gentle and refined image.

Murong Yan's eyes were cold and icy. "Uncle Yong has finally stopped pretending to be sick? I thought you were going to keep feigning illness and stay at home."

Murong Hong didn't say much and attacked with his sword.

The swordplay was fierce and ruthless, each move deadly. Lin Zhen was about to meet him when he was stopped by the sudden appearance of Murong Zhang: "Lord Lin, your opponent is the king. Murong Zhang wields a long sword, and his swordplay is exquisite, clearly a hidden talent."

The altar was immediately divided into two battle groups.

Murong Yan's sacrificial robes were heavy, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to cope with Murong Hong's fierce attack.

Suddenly, the phoenix talisman on her waist lit up, and three silver needles shot out!

The silver needle is as thin as a cow hair and is almost invisible in the sunlight.

Murong Hong dodged hurriedly, and the silver needle brushed past his cheek, leaving a blood mark.

He flew into a rage: "What a cunning girl! You actually used such a hidden weapon!"

At this moment, the sound of orderly footsteps suddenly came from the audience!

But then a team of musketeers came in formation, pointing their guns at the altar!

The soldiers were dressed in new uniforms, marching in unison with an impressive momentum.

"The new army's muskets are too late to rescue you!" the general shouted in a loud and powerful voice.

Murong Hong's expression changed drastically: "Impossible! The North Gate Guards should be stopping you..."

"Are you talking about these imperial guards, Uncle?" Murong Yan sneered and waved her hand.

But then several bound imperial guards were pushed forward, and they were Murong Hong's confidants.

They were dejected and in a state of disarray.

Murong Hong's face suddenly turned pale, and despair flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, a mad look flashed in his eyes, and he took out a brocade box from his arms: "Since that's the case, let's die together!"

The box actually contained a deadly poison from Northern Xinjiang!

He suddenly poured it towards Murong Yan!

The poison powder is green in color, flashing a strange light in the sun and having a pungent smell.

At the critical moment, Lin Zhen suddenly broke free from Murong Zhang and pounced on Murong Yan!

All the poison powder was sprinkled on his back, and green smoke immediately came out!

His clothes were corroded instantly and his skin broke out in terrible blisters.

"Husband!" Murong Yan screamed in shock, her voice filled with unprecedented panic.

Murong Hong took the opportunity to chop with a knife!

Murong Yan dodged hurriedly, the blade slashed across her robe sleeve, the golden thread broke, and phoenix feathers flew everywhere.

Her eyes suddenly turned cold, and the soft sword in her hand suddenly changed its moves, like a phoenix spreading its wings, and went straight for Murong Hong's throat! The sword was as fast as lightning, and Murong Hong had no time to dodge, and the tip of the sword was already at his throat.

"Catch him!" Murong Yan said sternly, her voice as cold as ice.

The Fengyu Guards rushed forward and subdued Murong Hong.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Murong Zhang sighed, dropped his sword and surrendered.

His face was pale, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Murong Yan hurriedly supported Lin Zhen: "Husband! How are you?"

Her voice was trembling and her eyes were filled with worry.

Lin Zhen's face turned pale, but he forced a smile and said, "It's okay... I've been prepared..."

He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom.

Antidote...

As he said this, he swallowed the pill and tore open his clothes on the back, revealing the lead plate in his underwear.

He had anticipated this attack, taking an antidote pill beforehand and sewing a lead plate into his undershirt to protect him. Although he was still poisoned, it wasn't fatal. However, the corrosion of the lead plate on his back revealed the severity of the poison.

Murong Yan finally felt relieved and ordered someone to call the imperial physician immediately.

She carefully helped Lin Zhen sit down and personally checked his injuries, completely ignoring the fact that her phoenix robe was damaged and her hair was messy.

She turned to face the audience below. Her dark phoenix robe, though torn, still held an imposing presence. Its tail spread out like a phoenix rising from the flames, reborn and spreading its wings. Her gaze swept over the terrified officials and common people below, and her voice was clear and resolute:

"The traitor has been captured, the ceremony continues!"

Her voice spread across the land, "I swear hereby: Anyone who dares to bring disaster to Daqian will be treated like this!"

She tore off the torn sleeve of her robe and threw it into the sacred fire of the altar.

Flames rose, and the golden phoenix shone brightly in the fire, as if it had really been reborn in nirvana in the fire.

At this moment, she stood on the altar. Although her robe sleeves were torn and her hair was a little messy, she looked more like a king than ever before.

The people knelt and shouted "Long live the emperor", their voices shaking the sky.

Murong Yan supported the seriously injured Lin Zhen and walked down the altar step by step.

As the sun shone down on her, the golden phoenix on her black robe seemed to be reborn from the ashes, spreading its wings as if ready to take flight. Each of her steps was firm and steady, as if declaring to the world: no matter what storms we face, the phoenix of Daqian will never fall.

After returning to the palace, Murong Yan immediately ordered a thorough investigation of her accomplices.

She changed into a scarlet robe embroidered with dark golden phoenix patterns, as if she had been reborn from the ashes.

She sat on the phoenix chair with a stern expression. She issued one command after another, and the entire palace suddenly became busy.

The two imperial uncles were imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison and kept under strict guard.

She ordered Lu Bing that anyone involved in the conspiracy would be dealt with according to the law.

But remember, do not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Every criminal must be carefully interrogated to find out the accomplices behind the scenes.

Late at night, she sat alone in front of the bed, guarding the unconscious Lin Zhen.

The imperial physician said that although the poison was resolved, it still needed observation.

She stroked his pale face, her eyes full of heartache.

In the candlelight, the dark golden phoenix on her scarlet uniform seemed to be guarding an important person.

"Silly..." she murmured softly, "If anything happens to you, I will bury the entire Prince Yong's Mansion with you."

Her voice was soft, but filled with unquestionable determination.

The moonlight outside the window was like water, shining on her scarlet robe. The dark golden phoenix seemed to come alive, spreading its wings and ready to fly in the moonlight.

At this moment, deep in the prison, Murong Hong suddenly laughed: "My dear niece, do you think this is the end? The gunpowder under the altar... is arranged in two lines!"

His laughter echoed in the cell, carrying with it an indescribable madness and weirdness.

The jailer came over when he heard the noise, and seeing that he looked like a madman, he could not help but shake his head and left.

Murong Yan in the palace suddenly felt a phoenix cry in her heart, as if she heard a phoenix cry in the distance.

She walked to the window and saw a shooting star streaking across the night sky, like a falling phoenix tear.

She frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

The storm seems to have just begun.