On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

It was early winter, and the first light snow had fallen in the capital. The snow flakes, like fine salt, wet the green tiles and eaves, adding a touch of chill to the magnificent Regent's Palace.

However, amidst this coldness, deep within the palace lies a place as warm as spring—a huge greenhouse constructed entirely of transparent glass.

The greenhouse, adjacent to the warming pavilion, was designed and built by Lin Zhen specifically for Murong Yan. Using the latest steel structure and reinforced glass technology, with circuitous steam pipes laid underground, it ensured that even when the outdoors was blanketed in snow, the interior remained warm and humid, maintaining evergreen year-round.

At this moment, Murong Yan was standing in this lush greenery and colorful flowers.

She was still wearing her iconic dark black phoenix robe. The dark golden phoenix pattern on the hem looked even more noble and mysterious under the bright sunlight filtering through the glass ceiling.

She used a pair of delicate gold wire wrist wraps to hold the wide cuffs together a little to facilitate movement, but still couldn't hide her graceful demeanor.

But the most eye-catching thing is still the ten-foot-long tail.

At this moment, the gorgeous long tail of the ink-colored brocade and gold and silver embroidery thread was not spread on the cold ground, but meandered on the soft and fertile black soil of the greenhouse, passing over the green leaves and delicate petals, and even occasionally lightly wrapped around the bamboo frame supporting the plants.

The ultimate luxury forms a stunning and harmonious contrast with the most primitive earth and vital greenery.

A maid was following carefully from a distance, ensuring that the precious tail would not be snagged by plant branches or get too dirty.

Lin Zhen stood beside a bed of thriving peppers, carefully watering the plants with a small silver spray bottle. He was still dressed in his comfortable indigo work clothes, his trouser legs even stained with mud. He and Murong Yan, dressed in lavish attire and resembling a goddess, seemed to be in two different worlds, yet strangely blended together.

"Husband, look at this!" Murong Yan's voice was filled with the joy of discovering a treasure.

She leaned over slightly and carefully picked up a pepper fruit that had turned deep red and was shaped like a small lantern with her fingers.

The fruit was plump and lovely, and it looked even more rosy against her white fingertips.

"Is it ripe? I thought you said you could pick it when it turns red?"

As she leaned forward, the heavy trail moved with her, sweeping a few petunia leaves.

Lin Zhen looked up when he heard her voice and saw her movements. He couldn't help but smile: "Slow down, my majesty, be careful with your skirt."

He put down the spray bottle and walked over to her. He first pulled out a clean soft cloth from his sleeve, carefully took the red pepper from her fingertips, wiped off any dust that might be on it, and then looked at her hand carefully:

"Yeah, it's cooked. This kind of pepper has the best flavor. My Yan'er has a really good eye."

After receiving the praise, Murong Yan immediately smiled, as if she had done something great.

She pointed excitedly to another plant nearby: "What about these green ones? How long do we have to wait?"

"You can eat the green ones too, and they have a unique flavor. If you want to wait for them to turn red, it will take some time." Lin Zhen explained patiently, and naturally reached out to tuck a strand of her hair that had fallen down her cheek behind her ear, his fingertips accidentally brushing against her delicate earlobe.

Murong Yan shrank her neck slightly, feeling a little hot where he touched.

In order to hide her momentary embarrassment, she bent down and tried to pick the green pepper again.

"I'll do it." Lin Zhen held her shoulders to prevent her from making any large movements - the two-meter-long tail could not withstand being dragged back and forth in the mud.

He leaned over and skillfully pinched off the green pepper, then picked a few ripe red peppers and put them all into the exquisite bamboo basket handed to him by the maid next to him.

The bamboo basket was covered with soft silk, and inside it lay a few green cucumbers, a few round tomatoes, and a few plump strawberries, all of which were their "trophies" just now.

These out-of-season fruits and vegetables are worth more than gold in Daqian at this time. They are miracles that can only be grown in this steam greenhouse.

Murong Yan looked at the colorful harvest in the basket and felt a sense of accomplishment.

She even forgot to maintain her dignity as an empress, and clapped her hands lightly, like a child who had received a favorite toy: "So much! Tonight, ask the kitchen to make spicy chicken! Cold cucumber salad! Sugar-coated tomatoes! And..."

Her eyes fell on the bright red strawberries. She licked her lips and looked at Lin Zhen with sparkling eyes. "I want to eat them now!"

How could Lin Zhen refuse her like this? He smiled and nodded, picked the largest and reddest strawberry, rinsed it with clean water, and handed it to her lips: "Try it and see if it's sweet."

Murong Yan took a small bite of his hand.

The sweet and sour juice burst in her mouth instantly, bringing with it the rare fragrance of fresh fruit in winter, making her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

"sweet!"

She nodded vaguely and ate the remaining half. Her soft lips accidentally brushed against Lin Zhen's fingertips.

Lin Zhen's eyes deepened slightly, and he withdrew his hand. The soft touch of her lips and the sweetness of strawberries seemed to still linger on his fingertips.

He looked at her contented appearance while eating and said with a smile, "I'm glad you like it. This greenhouse wasn't built in vain after all."

Murong Yan swallowed the strawberry, suddenly remembered something, and groped in the wide sleeves.

Lin Zhen looked at her with amusement. Sure enough, she took out the small brocade bag containing a few special copper coins.

"Look, my dear," she said seriously, picking up an exceptionally shiny copper coin and comparing it to the light from the ceiling. She then pointed to the fresh fruits and vegetables in the basket, "can these be exchanged for a lot of money like this?"

Lin Zhen couldn't help laughing, and reached out to hold her in his arms, not caring whether the little dirt on his work clothes would stain her phoenix robe.

He lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, his nose rubbing against hers, and laughed low and joyfully: "My little money-loving Majesty, these are priceless treasures, and no amount of money can replace them. Because..."

He deliberately dragged out his words, looking at her beautiful eyes that were slightly widened from close to him, "...Yan'er and I planted it together."

Warm breaths intertwined with the sweetness of strawberries and the fragrance of soil.

Murong Yan's cheeks instantly turned red, like a ripe tomato.

She lowered her eyelashes shyly, and her long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly like two small fans.

She subconsciously wanted to hide, but Lin Zhen hugged her tighter.

The two-meter-long black train of the dress curved into a more complex arc on the green mud ground as she was held in his arms, and the gold and silver embroidery threads flickered under the shade of the green leaves.

"Husband..." she called softly, her voice so sweet that it seemed water could drip out of it.

There are no extra words, but it contains endless dependence and coquettishness.

Lin Zhen's heart was burning with joy, and he was about to lower his head to kiss those two tempting red lips, but a slight, deliberate cough came from not far away.

The two of them were startled at the same time. Murong Yan immediately jumped away from Lin Zhen's arms like a frightened deer. The blush on her face had not yet faded, but she had quickly put on the airs of an empress. Only her flickering eyes and slightly disordered breathing revealed her guilty conscience.

Lin Zhen turned back helplessly and saw the palace steward standing at the entrance of the greenhouse, hands down and bowed, a stifled smile on his face. "Your Highness, Your Majesty, dinner is ready. Lord Li from the Ministry of Works also has an urgent matter to discuss with Your Highness and is waiting in the study."

Lin Zhen was a little unhappy that his good thing was interrupted, but when he heard about the urgent matter from the Ministry of Industry, he nodded and said, "I understand."

He turned around and straightened Murong Yan's slightly messy collar and hair, then reached out and carefully helped her untie and straighten her cuffs, restoring her dress to its wide and flowing shape.

Then, he leaned over very naturally, put his arms through her knees and back, carefully avoiding the center of gravity of the trailing body, and with a force, he actually picked her up sideways.

"Ah!" Murong Yan exclaimed softly and subconsciously hugged his neck, "Husband?"

"The ground is cold and muddy." Lin Zhen said as a matter of course, holding her and walking steadily towards the greenhouse door. "Besides, this tail is too long, it's easier to carry it."

Murong Yan buried her hot cheeks in the crook of his neck, which had a faint smell of engine oil and the fragrance of soil, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise high.

The two-meter-long ink-black tail was now like a gorgeous river, winding behind Lin Zhen, passing through those vibrant plants, and finally disappearing at the exit of the greenhouse.

Behind him was a strange world as warm as spring and full of fruits.

In front of her was a strong embrace that held her and led her towards the world of fireworks.

Murong Yan felt that this was probably the ultimate happiness in the world.