On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

As the morning light began to break, the golden-red morning glow slanted into the hall through the nearly colorless transparent glazed windows at the highest point of the bedroom, which were made with the latest glass technology, dispelling the last traces of night and dyeing the fine dust floating in the air into golden powder.

After burning all night, the ground dragon made the hall warm, forming a gentle contrast with the slight chill in the early morning outside the window.

Above the huge phoenix bed, the shark silk curtain was not completely hung down, but was half-held up with a golden phoenix hook.

Murong Yan was still asleep.

She was still wearing the dark black nightgown with a hundred phoenixes pattern.

Caressed by the morning light, this extremely luxurious robe presents a completely different look from that at night.

The base of the ultimate black, illuminated by the clear morning light, loses some of its nighttime depths and mystery, revealing instead a rich, warm texture like black jade. Embroidered upon it with countless rare silk threads, one hundred phoenixes fully awaken in the morning sun's reflection, each feather gleaming with a vibrant, dazzling brilliance.

The phoenix crown embroidered with red gold thread glows like a burning flame, and the wings interwoven with rose gold and silver threads are clearly layered, as if they are about to take off at the next moment. The tiny red and blue gems inlaid in the phoenix eyes reflect light as bright as stars, illuminating the entire bed with brilliance.

The enormous bell sleeves, due to her sleeping position, left one arm slightly bent, the cuff spread out beside the pillow, while the other rested softly on the outside of the brocade quilt. The black pearl tassels edging the cuffs, as fine as stars, shone softly and warmly in the morning light. And the massive, ink-colored, jewel-encrusted train, three meters long and seamlessly integrated into the robe, occupied a large area inside the bed.

It had not been deliberately tidied up, but had some lazy wrinkles after a night's sleep, like an inky river, winding between the bright yellow brocade quilt. The black diamonds, black jade and deep blue sapphires inlaid on it sparkled with low-key but extremely dazzling fine light in the morning light, as if the entire Milky Way was covering the bed.

Murong Yan's hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands of black hair tumbling across her fair cheeks. Her long eyelashes drooped peacefully like butterfly wings, and her breathing was even. The heavy, luxurious phoenix robe blended strangely with her peaceful sleeping face, creating a breathtaking scene of ultimate dignity and pure tranquility.

Lin Zhen had already woken up. He lay on his side, one hand supporting his chin, his gaze fixed on the sleeping figure beside him. He was dressed only in a plain silk nightgown, his dark hair loose, and his expression was one of complete relaxation and doting, a rare sight for outsiders.

He carefully extended his fingers and lightly brushed away the hair on her cheek. His fingertips lingered over her delicate skin, finally landing on a golden phoenix embroidery that was singing loudly at the collar of her black robe, feeling the intricate and delicate concave and convex patterns.

Although his movements were light, they still startled her.

Murong Yan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her sleepy eyes. Her eyes, misty and misty as she woke up, met his focused and gentle gaze.

"Husband..." Her voice, just woke up, was nasal and soft, tempting. She subconsciously rubbed against his arms. Her wide trumpet sleeves moved with it, brushing against his arms.

"Did I wake you?" Lin Zhen asked softly, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him. The cool, silky feel of the black robe formed a strange contrast with the warmth of her body.

Murong Yan shook her head and found a more comfortable position in his arms, feeling lazy and unwilling to move. The morning light filtered through the glass window, casting a soft shadow on her face. She squinted slightly, like a sated cat.

"What time is it?"

"It's still early. There's no big court meeting today, so you can be lazy for a while." Lin Zhen lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. The tip of his nose was filled with the cool fragrance of her hair mixed with the faint ambergris on her black robe.

The two of them embraced, enjoying the quiet and warm morning light. Murong Yan gradually sobered up, a playful mood suddenly rising. She reached out her slender fingers from beneath her bell-shaped sleeves and gently poked Lin Zhen's chest, then traced across the buttons of his pajamas, finally resting on his well-defined jawline, her fingertips feeling the slightly prickly stubble of his beard.

Lin Zhen let her do whatever she wanted, the smile in his eyes deepened. He grabbed her naughty finger, put it to his lips and bit it gently.

Murong Yan chuckled and pulled her hand back, then pulled the corner of the quilt down again, revealing more of the gorgeous embroidery on the black robe. "Husband, look, are the eyes of this phoenix brighter than yesterday?"

She pointed to the ruby ​​eyes of a phoenix with outstretched wings on her chest.

"It is the Xiguang that favors my Yan'er more." Lin Zhen followed suit and stroked the gem with his fingertips, but his eyes always lingered on her cheeks which were slightly flushed because she had just woken up.

Murong Yan pursed her lips and smiled, clearly pleased with his answer. Suddenly remembering something, she nudged him gently with her hand beneath her flared sleeves, "Husband, I'm thirsty."

Lin Zhen laughed, but stood up without hesitation. He didn't call the palace maid, but walked to the rosewood round table not far from the bed.

On the table was a crystal-clear glass tea set, newly crafted by the Institute of Gewu, and beside it was a silver kettle that used a small steam principle to keep the heat. He poured a cup of honey osmanthus tea, which was at the perfect temperature.

Returning to the bedside, he did not hand the teacup to her directly, but took a sip to test the temperature first, then carefully helped her up and handed the teacup to her lips.

Murong Yan took sips of the warm, sweet tea from his hand, her flared sleeves sliding down, revealing half of her jade-like arms. After finishing the water, she licked her lips and nestled back into his arms, contentedly.

"Still want to sleep?" Lin Zhen hugged her and the quilt and asked in a low voice.

Murong Yan shook her head, but she didn't want to think about it. She just stayed in his arms, playing with the belt of his pajamas, and the edge of the flared sleeves gently brushed his collarbone. "Husband, what are you doing today?"

"I have nothing to do today, so I'll just stay with you in the mansion." Lin Zhen played with a strand of her hair. "What do you want to do, Yan'er?"

"Hmm..." Murong Yan tilted her head and thought for a moment, her eyes suddenly brightening. "Didn't my husband say the other day that the Institute of Gewu sent us the newly made Twelve Flower Gods Fragrance Dew? Should we go to the warm room and try it?"

Lin Zhen naturally agreed: "Okay. Let's have breakfast first, then go try the fragrance."

He stayed in bed with her for a while until the sunlight completely illuminated the bedroom, then he called the palace maid in to help him get up.

The palace maids filed in and saw the emperor and empress embracing each other on the dragon bed, and the black robe with a hundred phoenixes and the three-meter-long jewel-studded train covering the bed, shining brightly in the morning light. They all held their breath, lowered their eyes and dared not look directly at it, and began to work quietly.

Murong Yan stood up with Lin Zhen's help, the heavy train being carefully lifted by the palace maids. She didn't need to walk herself; she was practically surrounded by the palace maids, moving the three-meter-long dark river towards the dressing table.

The dressing table was equally luxurious, its mercury mirror crystal clear. Lin Zhen didn't leave, but dismissed the maid who wanted to help with her makeup. She picked up an ivory comb and stood behind Murong Yan, combing her long, cascading black hair.

His movements were not as skillful as those of the palace maids, but he was extremely patient and gentle. Murong Yan looked at his focused expression through the mirror, a sweet smile always on her lips.

After finishing her makeup, he did not choose those complicated and heavy headdresses for her, but only a simple red gold and kingfisher phoenix hairpin, which complemented her black robe.

Breakfast was brought to the warm room next to the bedroom. Lin Zhen personally fed her a few of her favorite snacks, naturally accompanied by some sweet words and laughter.

After breakfast, Murong Yan finally sobered up and excitedly dragged Lin Zhen to the warm room to try out the fragrance. She stood up, and the three-meter-long train once again seemed to come alive, unfurling behind her. She stepped forward habitually, forgetting that although her home robes were lighter and softer than her court gowns, the train was still heavy and long.

He had just taken two steps when his footing suddenly stopped and he stepped on the edge of the trail, causing him to stumble.

"Be careful!" Lin Zhen had been keeping an eye on her. He quickly reached out and put his arm around her waist, holding her steady.

Murong Yan, having just recovered from her shock, grabbed his arm and looked down at the edge of the dark robe she had stepped on. She scolded him, "This dress... is beautiful, but it's too much of a hindrance..."

Lin Zhen looked down at her slightly embarrassed and cute appearance, and couldn't help but chuckle. He exerted a little force with his arms and actually picked her up sideways.

"Ah!" Murong Yan cried softly, subconsciously hugging his neck, "Husband!"

"Since you're in the way, I'll do it for you." Lin Zhen's chest shook with laughter. He held her in his arms and walked steadily towards the warm room. The three-meter-long, inky black tail drooped down, dragging along the ground. Hundreds of phoenixes soared above it, and gemstones shone, creating a flowing, extremely luxurious scene in the morning light.

The palace maids were already accustomed to this, and they all bowed their heads and followed quietly behind, carefully holding up the end of the train to prevent it from dragging completely on the ground.

Murong Yan buried her flushed cheeks in the crook of his neck, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his embrace. The little complaints in her heart had long since disappeared, leaving only a full, almost overflowing sweetness.

The morning light was just right, enveloping the two people hugging each other and the winding black phoenix, making them feel warm and tender.