On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The fine spring snow was like crushed jade, fluttering and falling silently, gradually covering the snowman with a ruby ​​hat and a gilded cloak that had just been built with a layer of crystal new snow, which sparkled even more brightly in the sunlight.

Murong Yan was picked up by Lin Zhen and was about to return to the warm room, but suddenly she gently pulled his collar.

"Husband, wait a minute." Her voice was soft, with a hint of unfulfilled desire.

Lin Zhen stopped and looked down at her: "What's wrong? Yan'er still wants to play?"

He spoke in an indulgent tone, not minding the slightly chilly weather at all.

Murong Yan poked her head out from his arms and looked at the magnificent snowman that was a little hazy in the snow, her eyes sparkling. "How about we build a smaller one? Just a small one... to keep him company."

She pointed at the "Imperial Censor" snowman,

"He looks so lonely standing here alone."

Lin Zhen's smile deepened upon hearing this. His Yan'er was always so soft-hearted and full of wonderful ideas.

"it is good,"

He agreed without hesitation and carefully placed her back on the ground covered with thick snow, but still holding her waist and letting her lean on him to stand steadily.

"A small one. What kind of one?"

After Murong Yan stood firm, she looked around excitedly, her gaze finally falling back on Lin Zhen's handsome face. The corners of her lips curved into a sly arc: "Build a little snowman... that looks like my husband!"

Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect her to come up with this idea. He couldn't help but laugh: "Like my snowman?"

"Yes!" Murong Yan nodded vigorously, putting the white fox fur hand guards back on under her trumpet sleeves, and was eager to try. "I want to create a little husband with a stern face, frowning brows, as if he is reviewing memorials!"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but giggle, and the sleeping phoenix on the black robe seemed to tremble slightly.

"Well, you dare to tease your husband." Lin Zhen pretended to be serious, but his eyes were full of doting. He reached out and gently pinched her cold, blushing cheek. "Then your husband must also make a little snowman like Yan'er, who loves to count copper coins and act like a spoiled child."

"I'm not cheating!" Murong Yan stomped her feet coquettishly, and her warm boots sank into the soft snow, splashing tiny snow foam.

The three-meter-long black tail left a small and gorgeous trail on the snow because of her movements.

"Okay, no, no." Lin Zhen coaxed her obediently, taking the jeweled golden shovel from the palace maid again, but did not do it himself. Instead, he continued to stand behind Murong Yan, covering her hand with his big hand, guiding her, "Come, where should my 'little husband' start?"

Murong Yan, guided by his embrace, began to gather the snow in earnest. This time, she seemed to have a better method for gathering the smaller piles. Although her movements were still clumsy, she was full of interest.

Lin Zhen almost held her whole body in his arms, his chin lightly resting on the top of her head, and his breath was filled with the cool fragrance of her hair and the freshness of ice and snow.

"The body should be rounder... Although my husband looks thin, he is very strong when I hold him..." She muttered softly while piling, completely unaware of how suggestive her words were.

Lin Zhen chuckled softly above her head, his chest shaking, and his arms around her tightened slightly: "Oh? Yan'er does understand."

Murong Yan belatedly realized what she had said, and her ears instantly blushed, though her hair hid the redness. She forced herself to remain calm, nudging him back with her elbow beneath her flared sleeves. "...Just focus on building the snowman!"

Soon, a plump little snowman took shape. Murong Yan began to pat and shape it carefully again. The trumpet sleeves slipped down again, revealing a small part of her white arm, which was particularly conspicuous under the snow light.

Lin Zhen frowned slightly and carefully pulled up her sleeves: "Be careful not to get cold."

"It's not cold," Murong Yan said, but she obediently let him adjust his sleeves. The head was easier to pile, and a small snowball was quickly placed on it.

Next came the most important step—the decoration. Murong Yan carefully selected the "facial features" from the basket. She chose two small, dark agate pieces for her furrowed brows and a slender obsidian piece for her pursed lips. The look was indeed quite "serious."

Finally, she picked up a small piece of gold foil and carefully placed it on the snowman's chest, imitating the coiled dragon pattern on Lin Zhen's uniform.

"Finished!" She took a step back and looked at her work with satisfaction - a little snowman with a frown, pursed lips, gold foil on the chest, and an appearance of "worrying about the country and the people". Although simple, it was funny and cute.

"Does it look like it?" She raised her head and looked at Lin Zhen, her eyes full of expectation for praise. Her cheeks were red from the cold, and the breath she exhaled turned into white mist, shrouding her beautiful face.

Lin Zhen looked at the little snowman, then at the cute figure in his arms, his heart softening. He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her cold nose, his voice low and gentle: "It looks like it. It brings out the heroic spirit between my eyebrows. Yan'er's craftsmanship is really good."

Murong Yan knew that he was coaxing her, but she still smiled happily.

"Now, it's your husband's turn." Lin Zhen turned her slightly and took another golden shovel from the basket. He began to gather the snow quickly and skillfully. His movements were much more agile than Murong Yan's, and soon another, smaller and rounder snowman appeared.

Murong Yan watched curiously from the side. She saw that when Lin Zhen was making the snowman's head, he made it round on purpose. Then, he selected two of the roundest and fullest pearls as eyes and a small pink tourmaline as pouty lips. It really looked "delicate".

Finally, he took off a tiny golden phoenix pendant (usually used to fix the lining collar) on Murong Yan's black robe, carefully inserted it into the snowman's bun, and picked up the miniature gold-woven cloak and put it on her.

"Who is this?" After he finished piling it, he pointed at the round and smooth little snowman with a little golden phoenix on his head and a cloak on his body and asked Murong Yan with a smile.

Murong Yan looked at the little snowman, who was obviously a girl and dressed in an equally noble and delicate manner. Her cheeks turned even redder, but her heart was filled with sweetness. She deliberately turned her head away and said, "No! How could I pout so much!"

"Well, it doesn't look like it," Lin Zhen hugged her from behind and agreed with her with a smile, "My Yan'er looks a million times prettier when she smiles than this." He pointed at two little snowmen standing side by side, one big and one small, one "serious" and the other "spoiled".

"You see, they are not lonely anymore because they are with the big one."

Murong Yan looked at the three snowmen - the "Issue Master" in a gilded cloak, the frowning "young husband", and the pouting "little Yan'er", snuggling together in the falling snow. The picture was both funny and heartwarming.

She couldn't help but bend down, laughing so hard that her body shook. Her wide bell-shaped sleeves fell down, almost sweeping the snowman, and her three-meter-long tail swayed gently on the snow.

Lin Zhen hurriedly supported her to prevent her from falling to the ground with laughter.

After laughing for a long time, Murong Yan straightened up, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Suddenly, she remembered something and fished out the string of special copper coins strung together with a red string that she almost never took off from the hidden pocket of her trumpet sleeve. She carefully removed two of them.

Then he squatted down, and in front of the surprised eyes of the servants around him, he stuffed a copper coin under the tightly pursed obsidian lips of the "little husband" snowman, and another coin under the slightly pouting tourmaline lips of the "little Yan'er" snowman.

"Okay," she stood up, clapped her hands, and looked at Lin Zhen proudly, "Now they have money to count, and they won't quarrel anymore."

Lin Zhen looked at her childish behavior, and his heart was filled with love. He couldn't help laughing out loud, and pulled her back into his arms and hugged her tightly: "My Yan'er...how can you be so cute..."

Murong Yan nestled in his warm arms, looking at the three snowmen wearing their "belongings", and couldn't stop smiling.

As the snow gradually grew heavier, Lin Zhen finally picked her up again without question and walked steadily towards the warm room. This time, Murong Yan didn't object, and she hugged his neck obediently, taking one last look at the three special "family of three" in the snow.

Back in the warm room, the palace servants once again came forward to carefully take care of her luxurious black robe, especially the train, which was handled with extreme care to ensure that the moisture from the melted ice and snow would not damage the precious silk threads and gems.

Drinking the ginger and jujube tea that Lin Zhen personally fed to her lips, Murong Yan looked out the window at the snow falling heavier and heavier, and suddenly whispered: "Husband, wait until the snow stops and the sun comes out, they will melt."

"It melts, so it melts." Lin Zhen wiped the water stains from her lips with his fingertips, his tone gentle but firm. "Next winter, I will accompany Yan'er to build snowmen again. I will build a whole yard of snowmen, and I will follow Yan'er's instructions."

Murong Yan imagined the scene and couldn't help but smile again. She leaned into his arms and nodded with relief: "Yeah."

Outside the window, snow blanketed the world, gently covering the three fleeting, elegant snowmen. Inside, the inky phoenix rested in the warm embrace of its lover, its heart filled with unspoken happiness and contentment.