On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The chill of late winter has not yet completely faded, but a sudden spring snow last night turned the back garden of the Regent's Palace into a pure and flawless world of glass.

Pavilions, towers, and jade-like trees were all covered in a layer of soft, white snow, which sparkled like tiny diamonds in the bright but not scorching afternoon sun. The air was crisp and clear, and the breath turned into a light white mist.

The glazed door of the warm room was gently pushed open, and a cool but fresh air rushed into the warm room.

Murong Yan stood at the doorway, gazing at the world clad in silver, her eyes brimming with childlike joy and curiosity. She was still wearing the same dark black robe adorned with hundreds of phoenixes, but against the backdrop of this world of ice and snow, it took on a breathtaking beauty and mystery.

The extremely dark black background, reflected by the snow, presents a texture that is quieter than the midnight and warmer than black jade, as if it can absorb all the light around it, while faint blue and dark purple glows can be seen from the inside.

On the robe, the one hundred phoenixes embroidered with countless rare gold, silver and colored threads seemed to be infused with icy life under the reflection of the snow. Every feather sparkled with a cold and dazzling luster, with red gold shining, silver white shining, and purple gold flowing. The rubies in the phoenix eyes were as red as flames and as blue as ice crystals. Against the backdrop of the pure white background, they became even more vivid and eye-catching, as if a hundred divine birds were about to break through the ice and soar above the snowfield.

The cuffs of her extremely wide flared sleeves were decorated with fine black pearl tassels, which shone softly and warmly under the snow light, forming a sharp contrast with her white fingertips.

The giant, three-meter-long, black, jewel-studded train that was seamlessly connected to the robe was not held up by a palace maid, but was held in her own hands. Several palace maids were kneeling beside her, carefully using special silver hooks lined with soft velvet to slightly lift the back half of the extremely heavy train to prevent it from being dragged completely in the snow.

But even so, the front end of the tail, more than a meter long, was still like an inky river, winding and spreading on the spotless snow behind her. The black diamonds, black jade and deep sapphires inlaid on it reflected cold and bright star-like light under the snow light, drawing an extremely luxurious and almost weird track on the pure white snow.

She was not wearing a crown, and her cloud-like black hair was loosely tied up with a transparent black jade hairpin. A few strands of hair fell on her cheeks, blown by the cold wind, making her face even more beautiful, like a goddess born from ice and snow.

She was wearing a pair of small and exquisite warm boots with a white fox fur lining, a dark brocade surface, and large longan beads on the toes.

Lin Zhen stood beside her, wearing a black silver fox cloak that matched her black robe. His black hair was tied up with a silver hairpin. He stood tall and straight, and looked at her eager to try with a smile on his face.

"Husband, look!" Murong Yan stretched out her fingers, covered with white fox fur hand muffs under her flared sleeves, and pointed to a patch of untrodden, mirror-like, thick snow not far away. Her voice was filled with rare joy. "Doesn't it look like a giant frosted milk cake?"

Lin Zhen looked in the direction she pointed and couldn't help but laugh: "Yeah, it looks like it. So does my Yan'er want to eat or play?"

Murong Yan turned to look at him, a cunning light flashing in her eyes: "Build a snowman! My husband, help me build the biggest one!"

"Okay." Lin Zhen naturally agreed.

He waved his hand to signal the servants behind him to present the tools that had been prepared long ago - not ordinary shovels and dustpans, but two small golden shovels with white jade handles inlaid with various gems, specially used for shaping snow, and a gilded basket covered with thick velvet padding, which contained various gems for making the snowman's facial features, a huge ruby ​​as a top hat, and even a miniature cloak embroidered with gold and silver.

Murong Yan took the overly gorgeous golden shovel with great interest, but she didn't know where to start.

She grew up in the deep palace. Has she ever made a snowman with her own hands?

She tentatively touched the snow with the tip of the shovel, and the cold touch made her shrink her hand slightly.

Seeing this, Lin Zhen chuckled, walked behind her, covered her hand with a leather handcuff, and guided her: "Come, gather it up first and compact it..."

His chest pressed against her back, and his warm breath brushed against her ear. Murong Yan blushed slightly, but obediently followed his guidance, clumsily but curiously gathering the white snow together.

The three-meter-long tail moved slowly on the snow as she moved. The ink-black brocade and the white ice and snow intertwined, forming a strong and dazzling visual impact.

Soon, a plump snowdrift took shape. Murong Yan, in a playful mood, forgot about the cold and began to pat the snowdrift down with her hands. Her flared sleeves slipped down, revealing a small section of her white forearm, which was almost transparent in the snow.

Lin Zhen did not stop her, but carefully raised the part of her tail that might be wet.

The snowman's body gradually took shape, and the head needed to be built. Murong Yan stood on tiptoe, but it was a little out of reach. Lin Zhen simply picked her up by the waist and let her sit in his arms.

Murong Yan exclaimed softly, then laughed. Her wide flared sleeves brushed across his cheek. She carefully placed the snowball on him at his height and compacted it.

"Eyes...obsidian..." she instructed, selecting gemstones from a basket. Lin Zhen followed her instructions, personally embedding two round obsidian stones into the snow. She also selected two narrow pieces of black jade for eyebrows and a pointed topaz for a nose.

Finally, there was the little ruby ​​hat and miniature cloak. Murong Yan put them on the snowman herself, stepped back, and looked at the snowman with the ruby ​​hat and gilded cloak, whose features looked both noble and strangely funny. She couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"My husband, it...it looks like an imperial censor wearing court robes visiting a temple fair!" She laughed so hard that her body shook, and the hundred phoenixes on her black robe vibrated, and the three-meter-long tail swayed gently on the snow.

Lin Zhen looked at her cheerful smile, his eyes full of doting: "Yeah, a little bit." He walked forward and naturally took her hand, which was slightly cool under her trumpet sleeves, and took it into his warm palm. He lowered his head and blew hot air to warm her. "Are you cold?"

Murong Yan shook her head, her cheeks flushed with a healthy blush from the exercise and novelty, her eyes bright as stars: "It's not cold, it's fun."

She paused, looking at the gorgeous snowman, then at her own equally gorgeous black robe, and suddenly whispered, "It's just... it seems... too grand to be dressed up."

"That's all right," Lin Zhen lowered his head, resting his forehead against hers, and smiled. "It's worthy of being built by my Yan'er herself, so it deserves this grand ceremony."

Murong Yan's heart was filled with sweet warmth. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly felt a chill on the tip of her nose. She looked up in surprise, only to find that the sky had suddenly begun to snow again, like crushed jade, falling in large flakes, onto their hair, shoulders, and even the magnificent snowman they had just built.

"It's snowing again..." She stretched out her hands from under her flared sleeves, caught a few snowflakes, and watched them melt quickly at her fingertips.

Lin Zhen took off his silver fox cloak, draped it over her shoulders, wrapped her up completely, and then carried her sideways: "The snow is getting heavy, let's go back. We can still enjoy the snow scenery in the warm room."

Murong Yan exclaimed softly, hugged his neck, and let him hold her. The three-meter-long black tail was dragged and moved again, leaving a final, gorgeous and lazy mark on the newly fallen snowflakes behind, like the black feathers left by a phoenix flying across the sky.

After returning to the warm room, the palace maids immediately stepped forward, took off her cloak, and carefully wiped away the scattered snow foam on her black robe with warm soft towels. The trailing part in particular was wiped and cared for extremely gently to ensure its gorgeousness was intact.

Lin Zhen personally brought her a cup of steaming hot ginger and jujube tea and fed it to her to drive away the cold.

Murong Yan leaned in his arms, holding a cup of warm tea, watching the snow falling heavier outside the window, gradually covering the snowman wearing a ruby ​​hat, but there was always a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Husband," she suddenly whispered, "Shall we build a snowman later?"

"Okay." Lin Zhen lowered his head and kissed the top of her head which smelled sweet like jujube tea.

Outside the window, the sky is covered with ice and snow, while inside the window, it is warm as spring. The inky phoenix rests in the arms of his lover, feeling content.