On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

In the depths of winter, the twelfth lunar month, night had already fallen over the capital. A fine snow fell silently, fluttering like shattered jade, silently covering the pavilions, towers, twisted branches and withered vines of the Regent's Palace, adorning the entire world with a pristine, cold air.

However, inside the main bedroom of the palace, there was a different warm scene.

The ground dragon was burning very fiercely, and several gilded copper charcoal basins with animal heads were scattered in the corners, emitting warm air and completely isolating the severe cold.

The hall was brightly lit, with several new calcium carbide lamps illuminating the room as bright as day. The light was soft and steady, far better than the flickering candlelight of the past.

Murong Yan did not go to bed early. She was wearing a dark-black soft satin palace dress. The style of the dress was looser and more comfortable than during the day, but it still retained the royal air.

The inky-black satin fit her figure softly, sheening like water under the bright light.

The collar and cuffs of the shirt are embroidered with fine cloud patterns in dark gold thread, which is simple and exquisite.

The ten-foot-long tail was not omitted. At this moment, it was like a docile black snake, winding on the thick long-haired carpet in the hall. With her occasional movements, the flowing light of the soft satin and the velvet surface of the carpet were reflected, quiet and gorgeous.

She did not sit in front of the dressing table or on the couch, but moved a cushioned embroidered cushion and sat next to Lin Zhen's desk.

There were a lot of documents and drawings piled up on the desk. Lin Zhen was holding a fountain pen, flipping through them from time to time, writing quickly, dealing with some official business that had not been completed during the day.

The dancing light of the electric carbide lamp fell on his well-defined profile, casting a focused shadow.

Murong Yan stayed quietly by his side.

There was also an account book and a small dish of candied fruit in front of her, but she did not concentrate on calculating the numbers as usual. Instead, she raised her eyes from time to time to look at her husband who was concentrating beside her, or stood up, picked up the small silver kettle, and refilled the half-empty teacup in his hand with hot tea.

"Husband, take a break." Seeing Lin Zhen rubbing his brow, Murong Yan spoke softly and handed a pitted candied date to his lips, "It's very cold on a snowy night. Drink some hot tea to warm yourself up."

Lin Zhen came back to his senses from his thoughts, and naturally opened his mouth to take the sweet and soft candied date. He then took her hand that was handing him the tea, and felt the softness and tenderness of her skin at his fingertips.

"Fortunately, Yan'er is here to keep me company, otherwise it would be really boring to sit alone on this snowy night." He smiled and took a sip of hot tea from her hand. The aroma of tea was lingering, carrying the faint fragrance of her fingertips.

Murong Yan's lips curved slightly as she let him hold her hand. With her other hand, she picked up a silk handkerchief and gently wiped away the non-existent tea stains from the corners of his lips. "That's all nonsense. I was just bored and bothered you."

Even so, her eyes were filled with the warmth of being needed.

"How can it be a bother?" Lin Zhen put down his pen and simply pulled her to his side, letting her half lean against him. "With you here, I feel at ease and can handle these trivial matters faster."

Murong Yan snuggled up to him, her eyes falling on the drawings of complex mechanical structures on the desk. She asked curiously, "What are you thinking about, my husband? Is it the telegraph or the camera?"

After the last court meeting, she finally remembered the names of these two new things.

"Neither." Lin Zhen picked up one of the drawings and pointed it at her. "It's about improving the boiler pressure control valve of the steam engine. The existing valve is not precise enough, affecting both efficiency and safety."

Murong Yan only partially understood the complex lines and symbols on the blueprint, but she could sense Lin Zhen's seriousness and passion as he spoke about this matter. She nodded, half understanding, "It sounds very important. My husband must be careful and make no mistakes."

She always has great support for these technologies that can bring "money" and "stability", even though she does not quite understand their principles.

"Don't worry, I've got some idea." Lin Zhen smiled confidently, put down the blueprint, and his eyes fell on the ten-foot-long ink-black trail that she had spread on the carpet. Suddenly, he felt a little playful.

He leaned over, took a clean, un-inked small brush from the pen holder, and gently stroked the soft, trailing satin with the end of the brush.

The delicate pen barrel glides across the smooth satin, bringing a subtle and unique tactile sensation.

Murong Yan shuddered slightly and turned back in surprise: "What is my husband doing?"

"Let's see if this satin is slippery." Lin Zhen chuckled, and used the pen to gently outline the delicate dark gold embroidery on her train. "Well, it's really good material. The brush and ink flow smoothly on it."

Murong Yan was amused by his childish behavior and said angrily, "Good clothes have become your drawing paper? Stop it now."

As she spoke, she gently pulled the tail back, with a natural and innocent look in her movements.

Lin Zhen, however, grabbed her hand that was pulling back the tail, and gently pulled her and the tail back into his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her head and said in a low and warm voice, "Okay, no more trouble. Then Yan'er, can you read me a passage from the book? My eyes are a little tired."

Murong Yan could not bear his tone of dependence with a hint of fatigue, and immediately softened. She picked up a vernacular novel that she usually read from the corner of his desk, adjusted her posture to let him lean more comfortably, then cleared her throat and slowly recited a romantic story about a talented scholar and a beautiful woman in her clear and slightly lazy voice.

Her voice flowed slowly in the warm hall, interweaving with the rustling sound of falling snow outside the window. One was soft, the other was quiet, forming a wonderful harmony.

Lin Zhen closed his eyes, listening to her voice. The fragrance of her hair and the warm smell of charcoal fire in the hall lingered on his nose, and he felt the fatigue of the past few days gradually dissipate.

After reciting for a while, Murong Yan felt that the breathing of the person leaning on her became even and long. She looked down and found that Lin Zhen had fallen asleep on her shoulder without her knowing when.

Under the candlelight, his handsome brows relaxed, with a rare look of complete relaxation.

Murong Yan immediately lowered her voice until it was silent.

She maintained her posture carefully, not daring to move for fear of waking him up.

She lowered her head and quietly gazed at her husband's sleeping face, her eyes so gentle that they could drip tears.

The snow fell silently outside the hall, but it was warm as spring inside.

The only sounds were the extremely subtle hissing sound of the burning calcium carbide lamp and the shallow breathing of the two people.

The ten-foot-long black train was half held by her while the other half was spread around Lin Zhen's legs, like a warm black blanket covering the two people who were leaning on each other.

After a long while, Murong Yan very lightly moved her numb shoulders, trying to change her position so that he could sleep more comfortably. However, this subtle movement still woke Lin Zhen up.

He opened his eyes, and there was a moment of confusion in his eyes, which then turned into clarity and warmth: "Did I fall asleep? Did I press on you?" He immediately sat up straight and reached out to rub her shoulders.

"No." Murong Yan shook her head and held his hand. "If you are tired, you should rest early."

Lin Zhen looked at the falling snow outside the window, then at the concerned look in the eyes of the person beside him. He smiled and obediently closed the document on the desk: "Okay, I'll listen to Yan'er and won't read it tonight."

He stood up and then naturally extended his hand to Murong Yan. Murong Yan placed her hand in his palm and used the force to stand up. The long tail followed suit, sliding across the carpet.

Lin Zhen did not let go of her hand. Instead, he used the same hand-holding posture and exerted a little force to pick her up sideways.

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

"The roads are slippery on snowy nights," Lin Zhen said seriously, carrying her to the step-out bed in the depths of the bedroom, "Your Majesty, I will carry you to sleep."

Murong Yan buried her flushed cheeks in his neck, listening to his steady heartbeat, the corners of her mouth raised silently.

In the warm hall, the last section of the inky train dragged across the carpet and quietly disappeared behind the heavy curtains.

Outside the window, the snow is still falling quietly, guarding the warmth and tranquility of this room.