On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

He first lifted the golden pot himself and tested its weight and the angle of its spout.

Then he carefully handed it to her velvet-gloved hand, and his big hand covered the back of her hand, steadying the pot together: "Like this... yes, tilt it slightly, let the water flow out slowly, and pour it into the soil around the roots, don't let it get on the leaves..."

Murong Yan followed his instructions and, under his guidance, tilted the golden pot slightly. Clear water, carrying a faint scent of fertilizer, sprinkled gently on the soil at the roots of the sapling, quickly seeping into it.

She performed it with extreme seriousness, her long eyelashes slightly drooping, her red lips pursed, as if she were performing an extremely solemn ritual. Her wide bell sleeves swayed slightly with her movements, and the pearl tassels on the cuffs almost brushed the wet soil.

"Alright, that's enough." After pouring a little, Lin Zhen gently reminded her and took the golden pot from her hand and put it down. He was afraid that she would get tired.

Murong Yan seemed unsatisfied, and her gaze turned to the small jade hoe: "Then... shall I help my husband weed some more?"

Lin Zhen laughed, looking at her extremely gorgeous clothes and the heavy train on her arm, and shook his head: "The grass has been mostly cut. And..."

He reached out and lightly brushed his fingertips over a tiny, almost invisible speck of mud on the cuff of her black robe.

"This dress is so precious. If it gets stained with too much mud or grass juice, it will be troublesome to clean. My Yan'er, this sapling, and I have all received your kindness."

Murong Yan looked down at her cuffs, then looked at the crabapple seedling that had drunk enough water and whose leaves were becoming greener, then she nodded obediently.

She loosened her arms, letting the three-meter-long train fall naturally and spread out on the dark brocade carpet specially laid out behind her. The gems inlaid on it sparkled in the mottled sunlight.

Lin Zhen naturally took her hand from under her flared sleeves and led her to sit next to a large smooth lake stone next to the sapling - a thick and soft velvet cushion had already been laid on the stone.

He himself sat casually on the grass at her feet, his back against the lake rocks, his posture relaxed.

Murong Yan sat sideways, her inky tail winding gracefully across the brocade carpet. She leaned forward slightly, extended her fingertips, and gently touched a tender leaf of the crabapple sapling, feeling the softness and resilience of life, her eyes filled with curiosity and affection.

"Husband, it seems to have grown a little taller than the day before?" She looked up at Lin Zhen uncertainly.

Lin Zhen looked up at her face, softened by the shadows of the trees, and smiled, "Yan'er has good eyesight. She has grown a bit taller. In spring, grass and trees grow fastest."

"That's great..." Murong Yan murmured, her eyes still lingering on the tender leaves, "I hope it grows up quickly and blooms lots of flowers next year..."

"Yes, I will." Lin Zhen promised, reaching out to hold her hand on her knees, and gently stroking the texture of her velvet gloves with his fingertips.

"When the tree is in full bloom, I'll build a swing for Yan'er and place a soft couch under the tree. Then, Yan'er can sit under the shade of the flowers, admiring the flowers while counting money. Wouldn't that be pleasant?"

Murong Yan was amused by the scene he described. Her eyes flickered as she glared at him, "My husband only remembers me counting money..."

There was an unmistakable sweetness in her tone. She imagined the scene, a profusion of flowers, a subtle fragrance wafting through the air, herself in this black robe, sitting amidst a shower of flowers… She suddenly let out a soft "Ah!"

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhen asked with concern.

Murong Yan frowned slightly, pointed at the sapling, then looked down at her gorgeous, heavy tail, her tone tinged with worry: "Husband, when it grows up and blooms... will the petals fall... and stain my clothes?"

She was most afraid of stains on this black robe.

Lin Zhen was stunned at first, then he couldn't help but laugh softly, his chest shaking.

His Yan'er can always consider the most practical (for her) problems in an instant in the most romantic imagination.

He stood up, sat beside her, held her in his arms, lowered his head and rubbed the top of her head, his voice full of indulgent laughter:

"Silly Yan'er, if that really happens, I'll have someone erect a huge canopy made of moonlight yarn under this tree to ensure that not a single petal falls on my Yan'er. If you're still worried, I'll personally watch over her, brushing away a petal as it comes. Is that okay?"

Murong Yan imagined the scene he described, as well as his silly words about "a piece comes and a piece goes away", and couldn't help but burst out laughing. She leaned into his arms, her shoulders shaking slightly: "How can that be...husband, you are talking nonsense..."

"For Yan'er, why not?" Lin Zhen lowered his head and kissed the corner of her smiling lips, his tone serious and doting.

The sun was warm, the breeze blew, and the shadows of the trees danced. They sat together beside a lakeside rock, one dressed in coarse cloth yet revealing his elegance, the other in a flowing, dark robe, stunningly beautiful. Together, they watched over the sapling growing quietly in the spring light, whispering insignificant gossip and occasionally exchanging a gentle kiss.

At this moment, time seems to be stretched, becoming slow and sticky, full of honey-like sweetness and warmth.

The gorgeous and heavy black robe and the three-meter-long train no longer seem to be a symbol of status or a burden, but just a touch of extremely rich color in this quiet picture, and the warmest support for the lover.

As the sun began to set, Lin Zhen, fearing she would catch a cold, gently advised, "Yan'er, the wind is blowing. Let's go back."

Murong Yan then rose from his arms somewhat reluctantly, her gaze still lingering on the crabapple seedling for a moment.

"I'll come see it again tomorrow." Lin Zhen promised, carefully helped her tidy up her tail, then picked her up sideways and walked steadily towards the bedroom.

Murong Yan hugged his neck, looked back, looked at the sapling that cast a long shadow in the setting sun, and said softly: "Husband, we must come here every day."

"Okay, come every day."

......

In the warm room of the Prince Regent's Palace, the floor dragon had long been extinguished, leaving only the ice mirror in the corner emitting a hint of coolness, forming a perfect balance with the warm sunlight outside the window.

The air is filled with a light, elegant fragrance blended from agarwood and fresh fruits.

Murong Yan didn't take a nap, but instead lazily leaned on a rosewood chaise longue inlaid with mother-of-pearl by the window. She was still wearing the same dark black robe with a hundred phoenixes.

The extremely dark black background, under the soft light shining through the thin silk gauze, presents a warm texture almost like black jade, sucking in the light, but faintly revealing a faint blue and dark purple glow from the inside, mysterious and noble.

On the robe, there are one hundred phoenixes woven with countless rare gold and silver threads, using the unique "gold-plated velvet" and "beaded embroidery" techniques.

Under the diffuse light, the brilliance flows more restrained and soft, red gold is warm, rose gold is soft, silver is bright, and purple gold is noble. The tiny red and blue sapphires on the phoenix eyes reflect the star-like glimmer, and the hundreds of phoenixes are serene, as if they are taking a leisurely nap in the inky cloud brocade universe.