On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Murong Yan's gaze swept calmly across the blossoming garden before her, long accustomed to the gazes of those around her. She tilted her head slightly and whispered to Lin Zhen, "Husband, the flowers here are blooming beautifully." Her voice, clear and gentle, carried through the crisp air, without much authority, but with an undeniable grace.

"Not even one ten-thousandth of Yan'er's." Lin Zhen lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his tone filled with undisguised admiration and pride. He took her hand and walked slowly forward.

The three-meter-long tail moved with it, like a flowing inky galaxy, slowly sliding across the red carpet and bluestone slabs. The countless gems inlaid on it collided with the sunlight, reflecting dazzling spots of light. Wherever it passed, even the most beautiful peony was eclipsed.

The pearls and black diamonds on the edges of the wide flared sleeves shimmered gently with her steps.

They didn't go directly to the main hall for the banquet, but instead strolled along the flower path to admire the flowers. Lin Zhen patiently explained to her the names and habits of various flowers, occasionally picking a most beautiful one and pinning it to her hair.

Murong Yan tilted her head slightly in cooperation, her hands under her flared sleeves always clasped with his, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

The dark-colored dress formed a sharp contrast with the gorgeous flowers, yet it was strangely harmonious, making her look even more beautiful than the flowers.

As it walked, its huge tail inevitably brushed against the flowers and plants along the roadside. The palace maids were extremely nervous, fearing that the silk threads would be snagged or stained.

Murong Yan didn't seem to care much. Occasionally, when she saw a few petals falling from the edge of the tail, she would find it interesting and slightly curl the corners of her lips.

Coming to a crabapple grove by the water, petals fluttered like rain, and the fallen petals were colorful. Murong Yan was attracted by the beautiful scenery, stopped, and looked up slightly.

The wind blew, and more petals fell, some of which stained the shoulders, cuffs, and even the gorgeous train of her black robe.

Seeing this, Lin Zhen did not let anyone brush her away, but chuckled: "People are more beautiful than flowers, and flowers also admire her beauty."

Murong Yan lowered her head, looking at a pink petal that had fallen on her trumpet sleeve. She reached out her other hand, gently picked it up with her gloved fingertips, and sniffed it. As her eyes moved, she glanced at Lin Zhen with a rare hint of innocence: "My husband, have you also learned to be so smooth-talking now?"

"I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart, how can it be so flattering?" Lin Zhen smiled, took her hand, lowered his head and kissed the petals, but his eyes were always looking at her intently.

Murong Yan's cheeks felt slightly hot. She lowered her eyes, gently threw the petals into the water, and watched them drift with the current.

The edge of the three-meter-long tail was immersed in the clear stream. The ink-black brocade took on a deeper color when it met the water. The gems inlaid on it reflected an even more blurred and moving light under the rippling water, as if the tail had turned into a real flowing galaxy.

The palace maids hurriedly and carefully lifted the train a little.

While they rested in the waterside pavilion, the palace servants served them exquisite tea and snacks. Lin Zhen, still testing the temperature himself, passed a freshly brewed cup of "Scary Fragrance" to her lips.

Murong Yan took small sips from his hand, her flared sleeves slightly covering her face, her posture extremely elegant.

After a short rest, she seemed a little tired. The warm spring sun made her feel lazy. She gently pulled Lin Zhen's sleeve and said in a soft voice, "Husband, I'm tired."

Lin Zhen immediately understood, dismissed his attendants, and then unexpectedly picked her up sideways in the pavilion. Murong Yan let out a soft cry and subconsciously hugged his neck.

The three-meter-long tail then moved in a winding manner, falling like an inky waterfall.

He held her like this, ignoring the faint gazes of surprise and admiration from afar, and walked steadily towards the long-prepared imperial tent set deep among the flowers. The gorgeous and heavy train stretched out behind him, rolling over the green grass and fallen flowers, a perfect blend of ultimate luxury and the natural spring scenery.

The royal tent was covered with soft Persian carpets and brocade cushions. Lin Zhen gently placed her on the couch and sat beside it, letting her lean against his chest.

Murong Yan closed her eyes in peace. The phoenix on her black robe still shone brightly in the soft light from the tent. Lin Zhen gently massaged her temples and whispered, "Do you want to change clothes and rest?"

Murong Yan shook her head, rubbed against his arms, and found a comfortable position: "Don't... just like this..."

She liked the sense of security and belonging that the robe brought her.

Lin Zhen said no more, just hugged her, listening to the faint birdsong and fragrance of flowers outside the tent, feeling the warmth and dependence of the person in his arms.

A luxurious black robe covered the brocade couch, and a three-meter-long train snaked through the tent, with gems sparkling and phoenix feathers shining.

Its owner, however, can take a nap peacefully in this ultimate luxury, simply because he has the most solid support by his side.

The spring sunshine was in full bloom, gently shrouding the two people embracing each other through the curtains.

This stunning black phoenix robe now seems to be just the most gentle swaddling clothes for the lover.

On a late spring afternoon, the sun shines through the newly sprouted leaves, casting dappled light and shadows on the garden paths of the Regent's Palace. The warm breeze brings the fresh scent of earth and flowers.

In a corner of the garden, far away from the pavilions and towers, there is a specially reserved, loosened and leveled piece of fertile land. Beside it lies a crabapple sapling with its roots wrapped in soil and about to bloom, an exquisite white jade kettle, and two small golden nanmu shovels with handles inlaid with tiny gems, which are obviously not ordinary farm tools.

Murong Yan stood in front of the soft mud, still wearing the dark black robe with a hundred phoenixes on it.

The extremely dark black background, under the bright spring sunshine filtering through the gaps in the leaves, presents a quiet texture that absorbs all light, yet reflects a subtle luster of dark blue and dark purple from the deepest part, mysterious and noble, forming a strange and shocking contrast with the vibrant natural scenery around it.

Above the robe, the one hundred phoenixes, woven with countless rare gold and silver threads and using the peerless "gold-plated velvet" and "beaded embroidery" techniques, each feather sparkles with a vivid and dazzling life under sufficient light. The red gold is blazing, the rose gold is flowing, the silver is bright, and the purple gold is noble. The tiny red and blue gems on the phoenix eyes reflect sharp and bright light. The hundreds of phoenixes are agile, as if they will flap their wings and fly into this spring garden at any time.

The cuffs of her extremely wide flared sleeves were slightly gathered with a pair of exquisite golden cuffs carved into the shape of a phoenix head holding a pearl to prevent them from hanging down and getting dusty, but it still couldn't hide her gorgeous outline. The fine black pearl tassels on the edges swayed gently in the breeze.

The most breathtaking sight of this labor was the massive, three-meter-long, black, jewel-encrusted train, seamlessly integrated into the robe. It wasn't carried by a maid, but rather she personally lifted a large section of it, wrapping it around her arms and waist, temporarily stabilizing the weight with a massive mutton-fat jade pendant carved with coiled dragons and cloud patterns.

But even so, there was still nearly a meter of tail that could not be completely retracted. It was like a tired black galaxy, lazily spread out on the specially laid, clean dark brocade carpet. The black diamonds, black jade and deep sapphires inlaid on it sparkled with cold and bright starlight in the sunlight. It was extremely luxurious, but also... extremely inconvenient.

Her cloud-like black hair was loosely tied with a simple black jade hairpin, a few strands cascading down her cheeks, adding a touch of casual charm. She was barefoot, her delicate feet clad in soft, white brocade slippers. She stood at the edge of the soft soil, eager yet cautious.

Lin Zhen stood beside her, having changed into a comfortable indigo-colored cotton casual outfit with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his sturdy forearms. He looked tenderly at his beloved wife, dressed in gorgeous attire and ready to "work" with him, his eyes filled with indulgence and a smile.

"Yan'er, do you really want to plant it yourself?" He took the warm and damp silk handkerchief handed to him by the maid and carefully wiped her fingertips, which were not stained with any dust under her flared sleeves.

"Of course I have to plant it myself!" Murong Yan raised her chin, her tone filled with a hint of innocent persistence, "Didn't my husband say that this crabapple tree symbolizes 'deep love between husband and wife'? Of course, you and I have to plant it together to show our sincerity."

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the crabapple sapling, her eyes full of anticipation and curiosity.

She grew up in the deep palace. Has she ever planted a flower or a tree with her own hands?

All of this was fresh and interesting to her.

Lin Zhen chuckled and stopped trying to dissuade her. He just said, "Okay, I'll listen to Yan'er."

He first picked up the ornate little shovel and dug a hole of the right depth in the loose soil in front of his feet. His movements were skillful, and it was obvious that this was not his first time doing this.

Murong Yan followed his example, picked up another small shovel, and tentatively inserted the tip of the shovel into the soil.

However, the heavy and complicated black robe and the train that was rolled up but still in the way greatly restricted her movements. She tried hard to shovel the soil, but her movements looked clumsy and cute. Even though the wide flared sleeves were tied up, they still swayed with her movements.