On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

As night falls, the stars dot the velvety night sky like broken diamonds.

The Regent's Palace was brightly lit. The warm yellow light shining through the glass windows and the new carbide lights in the corridors intertwined, dispelling the cold and silence of the winter night.

Inside the bedroom, the underground dragon was burning brightly, and it was as warm as spring. The air was filled with a faint soothing fragrance and Murong Yan's unique elegant and cool fragrance.

Murong Yan did not take off the solemn and gorgeous clothes she wore during the day.

She was still wearing the dark black Suzhou embroidered phoenix robe, but she had taken off the heavy crown. Her cloud-like black hair was loosely tied up with a transparent white jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair hung down at the side of her neck, adding a touch of laziness to her style.

Under the bright candlelight and calcium carbide lamp, the robe appears even darker in color, and the dark golden phoenix pattern on it seems to be quietly swimming in the light and shadow.

The wide sleeves fell down, covering half of the jade-like wrist.

The most eye-catching thing is the tail that is ten feet long and is strictly in accordance with the requirements.

At this moment, the gorgeous long tail of ink-colored brocade and gold and silver embroidered threads was not spread on the cold ground, but like a docile ink dragon, it meandered on the thick, soft and expensive Persian carpet in the bedroom, extending from the dressing table all the way to the soft couch by the window. It was extremely luxurious and silently demonstrated the supreme honor of the hostess.

Lin Zhen had changed out of his work clothes from the daytime and was wearing a dark purple casual suit, which made him look taller and more upright. His gentle temperament carried an undeniable majesty.

He was sitting on the couch by the window, flipping through a book of drawings on the principles of steam engine improvement in the bright light, with a look of concentrated thought between his brows.

Murong Yan sat in front of the dressing table, holding the extremely clear mercury mirror in her hand, but she did not look at herself. Instead, she turned slightly sideways and looked at her husband who was concentrating on the couch through the reflection of the mirror.

The mirror reflected his handsome profile and slightly furrowed brows. She was a little lost in thought, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of her mouth.

After looking at it for a while, she put down the mirror and suddenly said softly, "Husband."

"Hmm?" Lin Zhen raised his head from the blueprint, his gaze softening as he looked at her in the mirror. "What's wrong, Yan'er?"

Murong Yan did not answer immediately. She stood up, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and walked towards the couch.

The ten-foot-long train slowly flowed behind her, and the inky satin brushed across the carpet, making an extremely subtle rustling sound that was particularly clear in the silent night.

She walked to the edge of the couch, but did not sit down. Instead, she turned slightly, facing away from Lin Zhen, and softly asked, "Husband, can you help me take off the hairpin at the back? I'm a little tired from tying my hair up."

Lin Zhen put down the drawing, his lips slightly raised.

He naturally understood that this was just an excuse for her to get closer.

He gladly obeyed, stood up and stood behind her, gently pulling out the white jade hairpin.

In an instant, her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, draped over her shoulders, and some of it fell on the dark phoenix robe. The distinct black and white made her look even more seductive.

After taking off the hairpin, Murong Yan did not leave. Instead, she leaned back and gently leaned into Lin Zhen's arms.

Lin Zhen opened his arms and held her in his arms, his chin gently resting on the top of her head, and his breath was filled with the fragrance of her hair.

"Tired?" he asked in a low voice, his voice sounding particularly low and pleasant in the quiet night.

"Hmm..." Murong Yan nodded gently in his arms, her voice soft and sticky, "I'm tired of watching my husband read."

This unreasonable pouting made Lin Zhen chuckle, and his chest vibrated, which was transmitted to Murong Yan's back who was pressed against him.

He tightened his arms and held her more firmly: "Then wouldn't it be a great sin for me as a husband?"

Murong Yan turned around in his arms and looked up at him. The candlelight danced in her clear eyes, reflecting his figure.

She stretched out her finger and gently tapped the complicated mechanical drawings on the blueprint in his hand: "My husband spends all day thinking about these iron lumps and never thinks about me."

There was an obvious little complaint in his tone, typical of someone who is spoiled.

Lin Zhen grabbed her finger that was tapping on the blueprint, held it in his palm, and looked down at her with a mischievous smile in his eyes: "Why haven't you thought about it? I was thinking about how to improve the steam pipes in the greenhouse so that my Yan'er can eat strawberries faster in winter."

Murong Yan's eyes lit up when she heard that, and her pretentious complaints immediately vanished: "Really?"

But then she remembered something and pouted slightly, "But strawberries are delicious, but they can't be counted as money."

As she spoke, she actually took out the heavy little brocade bag from her wide sleeve, which contained dozens of her favorite copper coins with her portrait printed on them.

She stuffed the brocade bag into Lin Zhen's hand, then took his hand and walked to the center of the carpet. She sat down gracefully sideways, and the ten-foot-long train naturally spread out around her in a graceful ink-colored fan shape.

"My husband, count this with me." She patted the carpet beside her and looked up at him with eyes full of expectation, like a child who wanted a playmate.

Lin Zhen looked at the luxurious scene and the pure anticipation in her eyes, and his heart softened. He readily lifted his skirt and sat down on the floor beside her, right next to the inky train.

He poured out the copper coins from the brocade bag. The shiny copper coins gleamed with an alluring luster under the warm light, and most of them reflected Murong Yan's beautiful profile relief.

"Okay, I'll count with you." He smiled and picked up a coin at random, "One."

Murong Yan immediately picked up another one and said, "Two."

"three."

"Four."

"five…"

...

The two of them sat side by side on the warm carpet, their backs leaning against the soft couch, counting the copper coins one by one.

The deep and magnetic male voice and the soft and crisp female voice are intertwined together, which seems particularly warm and affectionate in the quiet night.

After counting to the end, Murong Yan simply leaned over and rested her head on Lin Zhen's legs, continuing to count the copper coins. Her long black hair spread out on his dark purple robe and the ink-colored phoenix robe train.

While Lin Zhen cooperated with her in counting, he freed one hand and gently stroked her long hair from time to time. His fingertips shuttled through the soft hair, bringing bursts of comfortable warmth.

After counting over and over again, Murong Yan's voice gradually became sleepy and her counting speed slowed down.

Finally, she held a copper coin, her arms drooping softly on the tail, her eyelashes slowly closed, her breathing became even and long - she actually fell asleep with her head resting on Lin Zhen's legs.

Lin Zhen stopped and looked down at her peaceful sleeping face. The copper coin in his hand still carried her body temperature.

He carefully took the copper coin from her hand and gently put it aside along with the brocade bag.

He didn't carry her to bed immediately, but just looked at her quietly.

As she fell asleep, all her dignity faded, leaving only complete peace and dependence. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and the corners of her lips were slightly curved, as if she was having a sweet dream.

The dark black phoenix robe and the ten-foot-long gorgeous train that symbolized supreme power now seemed like just a warm nightgown for her, wrapping her up and making her sleeping face look even more pure.

The starlight outside the window is quiet, and the candlelight inside the window is warm.

Lin Zhen leaned over and gave her a very light and soft kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Good night, my queen." He whispered softly, his voice full of endless love, "My Yan'er."

The night is still long, and their years, like this winding inky tail, are long and gorgeous, with no end in sight.