On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The autumn atmosphere in Beijing is becoming more and more intense. The golden ginkgo leaves and the fiery red maple leaves are intertwined, making this ancient capital bathed in the new wind of the Industrial Revolution look poetic and picturesque.

Inside the Prince Regent's Palace, Murong Yan was putting on makeup in front of the mirror with a focused look on her face.

Today, Lin Zhen said he wanted to take her to a place where "the water was calm and suitable for lazing around", and she happily agreed and put on her extremely formal outfit again.

She was wearing a dark black Suzhou embroidered phoenix robe, and the dark golden phoenix patterns glowed with a mysterious and majestic luster under the sunlight filtering through the carved window lattices.

The wide sleeves fell, intricately embroidered with gold thread, creating a cloud pattern that glowed with subtle light as she moved. Two maids were kneeling on the ground, meticulously smoothing the last section of the ten-foot-long train.

The train is made of the finest black brocade, with large patterns of lotus and phoenix wings embroidered with gold and silver threads mixed with real gold and silver. It is so heavy and gorgeous that ordinary people cannot handle it at all.

Only someone as tall and graceful as Murong can wear it with such an aura of looking down on the world.

Lin Zhen stepped into the inner room, still wearing his neat indigo workwear, his sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing his sturdy forearms. Seeing Murong Yan, now fully dressed, his eyes flashed with undisguised amazement and pride.

"My Yan'er, no matter how many times I see you, I am always amazed." He walked forward, stretched out his hand naturally, and straightened the golden phoenix hairpin with a pearl in its mouth that was about to flutter in flight on her temples.

Murong Yan's lips curled up slightly, enjoying his praise and service. She raised her hand and gently stroked a longan-sized Dongzhu button on her chest. Her tone was a bit lazy and delicate, "Where are you taking me to laze around today, my husband? If it's not leisurely enough, I'd be sorry for dressing up like this."

Lin Zhen chuckled, took her hand that was fiddling with the buttons, and squeezed it in his palm: "I promise to satisfy you. You're so lazy that your bones are soft."

As he spoke, his other hand had already skillfully reached behind her, carefully holding the base of the heavy trail, exerting a little force to help her share some of the weight. "Let's go, the carriage is ready."

The carriage did not head toward the bustling streets or the industrial suburbs, but instead wound its way to the west of the capital, to a heavily guarded and tranquil imperial garden. Within the garden lay a vast lake, named "Mirror Lake," so named for its perpetually calm, mirror-like surface.

The autumn sun is shining brightly at this moment, and the lake reflects the blue sky, white clouds and the colorful autumn colors around it. It is truly beautiful.

However, the most eye-catching thing is a boat moored at the white marble pier by the lake.

The ship is not large but extremely exquisite. It is made entirely of precious wood, with carved beams and painted rafters, and is painted in bright colors.

But unlike traditional pleasure boats, it does not have tall masts and canvases. Instead, a peculiarly shaped brass mechanical device is installed at the stern. At this moment, it is lying there quietly, shining with metallic luster in the sun.

"This is..." Murong Yan was helped out of the carriage by Lin Zhen, and her eyes were immediately attracted by the special boat.

"It's a new little gadget, a steam-powered pleasure boat," Lin Zhen explained with a smile. "It doesn't need sails or oars, it just burns coal. It's stable and silent, perfect for boating and enjoying the scenery."

Murong Yan's eyes lit up: "Another clever idea of ​​my husband?"

"A small application." Lin Zhen said modestly, but the pride in his eyes could not be concealed. He supported her and carefully stepped onto the gangplank leading to the pleasure boat.

The boarding process requires caution.

Murong Yan lifted her skirt slightly and, supported by Lin Zhen and the two maids behind her, she slowly took a step forward. The two-meter-long train seemed to have a life of its own, winding and flowing behind her. The ink-colored brocade and golden embroidery dragged across the white stone pier, a breathtaking beauty.

The maid had to carefully hold the middle and rear section of the tail throughout the process, not only to prevent it from getting contaminated by dust, but also to prevent it from getting tangled in the gangplank or the edge of the boat.

Murong Yan breathed a sigh of relief after finally stepping safely onto the deck of the pleasure boat.

The interior of the houseboat is decorated extremely comfortably, with thick and soft carpets, soft couches, desks, and even a small fixed heater.

Lin Zhen helped her walk to the large soft chair specially placed at the bow. The chair looked like a modified dragon chair, with bright yellow cushions and a dragon carved on the backrest, which complemented her phoenix robe.

Murong Yan sat down gracefully, and the huge tail naturally spread out on the deck, like an extremely gorgeous black peony that suddenly bloomed, almost covering half of the bow deck.

As the autumn sun shines down, the gold and silver threads on the corners of the robe reflect a golden glow, which contrasts with the rippling waves on the lake.

Lin Zhen did not sit down, but walked to the stern and nodded to the craftsman waiting there.

The craftsman bowed respectfully and then began to work skillfully.

There was a slight sound of valves turning and steam hissing, and the brass mechanical device at the stern began to turn slowly, driving the propeller hidden underwater.

The pleasure boat left the dock smoothly and almost silently, gliding towards the center of Mirror Lake.

Just as Lin Zhen said, there was no sound of oars, only the extremely subtle sound of flowing water and almost negligible mechanical hum, as smooth as sliding on a mirror.

Murong Yan opened her beautiful eyes wide in surprise.

She felt the breeze on her face and watched the autumn colors on both sides of the river slowly unfold like a picture scroll, reflected in the clear lake water. It seemed as if the only things left in the world were this small boat and the two people on it.

This peaceful and novel experience made her feel relaxed and happy.

"Husband, come quickly!" She turned her head and waved to Lin Zhen who was standing at the stern of the boat. The smile on her face was bright and pure, without any of her usual majesty, only complete joy.

Lin Zhen gave the craftsman a few instructions and then walked over with a smile.

He did not sit on the chair next to him, but walked to Murong Yan's soft chair very naturally.

Murong Yan smiled sweetly and very tacitly moved sideways slightly to make some space for him.

Lin Zhen sat down. Although the large soft chair was a bit crowded for two people, it was exactly what he wanted.

He reached out and skillfully put his arm around Murong Yan's shoulders, allowing her to lean more comfortably in his arms.

Murong Yan leaned over obediently, resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes still lingering on the scenery of the lake and mountains.

Part of the luxurious and heavy phoenix robe's train piled up at her feet, while another part spread out beside Lin Zhen's legs, intertwining with the hem of his indigo work pants.

"Do you like it?" Lin Zhen lowered his head, rubbing his chin lightly against the pearls on the top of her head, his voice gentle.

"I like it." Murong Yan nodded vigorously, looking up at him, her eyes reflecting the autumn water and the sunlight, sparkling. "It's so comfortable, it seems like the whole world is quiet."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something and took out a small and exquisite brocade bag from her wide sleeve. She poured out a few shiny copper coins with her portrait printed on them and held them in front of Lin Zhen like a treasure.

"Look, my husband, I brought it out. It must feel really good to count the money here!"

Lin Zhen couldn't help laughing at her childish behavior. He lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead: "My little money-loving Majesty, I really can't forget your baby no matter where I go."

Murong Yan snorted softly, put the copper coin back into the brocade pouch, stuffed it back into her sleeve, and then leaned back into his arms with peace of mind, muttering softly, "This is a symbol of the stability of the country..."

The pleasure boat circled smoothly across Mirror Lake. An occasional breeze blew by, rippling the water and gently stirring Murong Yan's wide sleeves and skirt, as well as the inky trailing edge of the deck, where the gold-embroidered phoenix wings seemed to tremble gently in the breeze.

Lin Zhen picked up the warm wine pot from the table next to him, poured a small cup of warm osmanthus wine, and handed it to Murong Yan's lips.

She took small sips from his hand. The warm wine dispelled the chill of the autumn water and was sweet and fragrant.

After drinking a few sips, she seemed a little tired. She leaned deeper into Lin Zhen's arms, yawned slightly, and drooped her eyelashes, as if she was sleepy because of the warm sunshine, comfortable embrace and smooth sailing.

Lin Zhen adjusted her sleeping position to make her sleep more comfortably. He pulled over a folded blanket and gently covered her with it, tucking it in carefully. He even carefully covered a corner of the spread-out trail to prevent it from being contaminated by moisture.

He held her like this, letting the pleasure boat drift quietly on the Mirror Lake. Looking down, he saw the beauty in his arms, with a satisfied and peaceful smile on her lips even in her sleep.

The black phoenix robe that symbolized supreme power now seemed like just a nightgown for her, making her sleeping face look even more peaceful.

The sun is warm and the water ripples gently.

Time seems to have slowed down at this moment, and I just want to stay in this warm picture of the ink-colored phoenix robe and the indigo work clothes leaning against each other.