On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

In the late spring of the fourth year of Qianyuan, the lingering time in Fenghuan Palace seemed like a carefully painted painting, extremely luxurious and extremely fragile.

After the brief shock brought by the bloodbath of the Kong family, the relationship between Murong Yan and Lin Zhen entered a more stalemate and intimate state.

She seemed to be increasingly attached to this peace, and almost completely forgot about the affairs of state. She stayed with Lin Zhen in this small world all day long, as if all the disturbances in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

On this day, a gentle afternoon breeze, carrying the rich fragrance of the late-blooming peonies in the imperial garden, quietly sneaked into the bedroom through the half-open carved window lattice.

Murong Yan was still wearing her inseparable black and gold Sujin cotton nightgown made of birds paying homage to the phoenix - the Divine Phoenix Descent Dress. She was lazily lying on the soft couch by the window, her chin resting on Lin Zhen's knees, letting his slender fingers gently comb her waterfall-like black hair.

Under the soft diffuse light of spring, the Phoenix Dress presents a quiet splendor.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material seems to be able to absorb sound and light, calming the surrounding noise. Only the golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it flow with gentle and restrained dark golden waves under the light, mysterious and noble.

On top of the nightgown, the towering phoenix that covers almost the entire robe and even the tail is embroidered only with red gold thread. At this moment, it has lost its aura of conquest and looks more like a luxurious divine bird resting in the warm spring sun. The phoenix feathers are layered and the lines are smooth, revealing a rare tranquility in its nobility.

The luster of the black diamond on the phoenix eyes also softened.

One of the wide and light bell sleeves casually hung over the edge of the couch, while the other was draped over Lin Zhen's robe.

The black jade ring on her left thumb glowed with a warm luster as she occasionally turned it unconsciously.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail was spread out unrestrainedly on the cool white jade floor under the couch, like a tranquil dark gold river, and even a few strands were wrapped around the edge of the couch where Lin Zhen was sitting.

The softness of the cotton and the looseness of the nightgown made her completely immersed in the feeling of being pampered and comfortable.

Lin Zhen was wearing a light green uniform, his expression focused and gentle, his fingertips running through her smooth hair, his movements gentle, as if he was treating a fragile treasure.

His gaze fell on her slightly closed eyelids, where the shadows of her long eyelashes cast a particularly peaceful shadow.

"Husband," Murong Yan said lazily, her voice thick with nasal sounds, like a cat that was comfortably stroked, "How about we not go and read those memorials today?"

Lin Zhen lowered his head and placed a light kiss on the top of her head. His voice was low and doting: "Okay, everything is up to you, Yan'er. I won't see anyone today. Nothing is more important than Yan'er being with me."

His fingertips gently pressed on her temples, massaging them with moderate force.

"Yan'er has been very busy recently, so take a good rest."

Murong Yan sighed contentedly and rubbed his palm again: "With my husband here, I don't bother to think about anything else."

Her tone was full of dependence, with no trace of the murderous and decisive tyrant in the court.

However, this warm tranquility was once again broken by the hurried and heavy footsteps outside the hall.

This time, the one who came was not the eunuch supervisor, but the commander of the secret guards who was wearing light armor and looked exhausted!

His expression was solemn, and he knelt on one knee without even having time to salute, his voice becoming more urgent than ever before:

"Your Majesty! Prince! Urgent action from the northern border, eight hundred miles away! The remnants of the Shandong Kong family didn't simply die for their protest! Secret guards have confirmed that Kong Xiren's son, Kong Yanzhen, secretly escaped from the border and entered the northern desert months ago! He is secretly colluding with Bater, Khan of the Mongol Tatar tribe!"

"What?!" Lin Zhen raised his head suddenly, his eyes instantly sharp as an eagle, and the kneading and pressing movements stopped abruptly.

Murong Yan also suddenly opened her eyes, and the laziness in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold clarity.

The commander of the secret guards continued to report, his tone heavy with sorrow: "Kong Yanzhen brought a large number of border defense maps and fragments of military weapon casting methods provided by our dynasty, especially by former Qi State surrendered ministers, and presented them to Bater! Even more hateful is that the barbarian king Bater..."

The commander's voice trembled with anger.

"Not only did he accept Kong Yanzhen, he even spoke outrageously! He even sent someone to deliver a letter from the government that was extremely filthy!"

"Letter from the government?" Murong Yan slowly sat up, her voice as cold as ice.

"Yes!" The leader of the secret guards took out a letter wrapped in rough sheepskin and covered with wolf-head wax from his arms, raised his hands high above his head,

"In his letter, Bater arrogantly declared that Your Majesty was a 'caged canary kept by the Han people,' saying that his Mongol cavalry would soon overrun the Great Wall, and that when that happened, he would personally come to the Central Plains to 'invite' Your Majesty back to the grasslands to be his consort! He also said he would chop Prince Lin into pieces and make a wine vessel out of his head!"

Every word was like the most vicious curse, carrying the stench and brutality of the desert sandstorm, fiercely smashing into the warm and cozy world of Fenghuan Palace! Especially the coveting of Murong Yan and the threat of killing Lin Zhen, which violated the deepest taboo!

The air in the bedroom froze instantly! The temperature plummeted!

The last trace of laziness on Murong Yan's face completely disappeared, replaced by an extreme coldness that seemed to freeze the air. She did not immediately explode in anger, but slowly, extremely slowly, stood up from the couch.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail slid along the smooth floor with her movements, making a subtle but heart-pounding friction sound.

Lin Zhen's face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes were filled with rage and murderous intent!

He suddenly stood up and took a step in front of Murong Yan, not to protect her, but to stand shoulder to shoulder with her to face the powerful enemy. He tightly grasped Murong Yan's slightly cold hand, his voice hoarse with extreme anger, but extremely firm:

"Yan'er! You barbarians from Mobei, you have such wishful thinking! I will personally lead the cavalry to crush the Tatar tribe and cut that Bater into pieces! I will grind Kong Yanzhen to dust! How dare you blaspheme Yan'er like this! I will never tolerate it!"

His words were full of protection for Murong Yan and his unquestionable determination to kill her.

Murong Yan shook his hand firmly, signaling him to calm down. Her gaze fell on the parchment letter in the hands of the secret guard leader, her eyes cold, as if she were looking at a filthy object.

"Give it to me." She said calmly.

The leader of the secret guards knelt forward and presented the letter from the credential.

Murong Yan didn't use her hands to take it.

She stretched out her right hand wearing the black jade ring, and with the edge of the ring, she gently picked up the rough parchment scroll with great disgust.

His eyes quickly scanned the words written in a mixture of crooked Chinese characters and Mongolian, full of obscenities and arrogant provocations.

She looked at him with no expression on her face, and even the corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a very faint but creepy arc.

"Oh," she chuckled, her laughter clear and crisp, yet icy cold. "You want to be my husband? And you want to use my husband as a wine vessel?"

She raised her eyes and looked at Lin Zhen. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of rage, cruelty, and a hint of excitement. "Husband, listen to this. This wild wolf from Mobei is quite arrogant."

Lin Zhen felt a sharp pain in his heart, and an immense murderous intent surged within him. He said in a deep voice, "Yan'er, don't listen to this lunatic's foul language! When I lead my troops north, I will make him regret ever being born into this world!"

Murong Yan shook her head.

She turned her gaze back to the letter from the credential. Suddenly, she stretched out her other hand, not to take the letter, but to gently stroke the golden wings of the giant phoenix on the cuff of her "Divine Phoenix Dress". Her movements were gentle, but carried a chilling meaning.

"Is he worthy?" she asked softly, as if asking herself, but also as if declaring.

The next second, she moved suddenly!

Instead of tearing up the letter of credence, he suddenly turned around!

The movements were as fast as lightning, with unparalleled majesty and anger!

The light and elegant five-meter-long Su Jin train was suddenly lifted up by the extremely swift rotation. The huge dark golden skirt spread out like the wings of a completely enraged phoenix, sweeping across the cold white jade floor with a swish!

As the hem of the skirt suddenly floated up, it suddenly revealed the gorgeous lining inside. It was made of the same dark black Su brocade as the base, but with more brilliant and dazzling red gold thread, with the ultimate craftsmanship of "weaving gold all over the ground", and was embroidered with hundreds of phoenixes facing the sun, lotus patterns and patterns of longevity and blessings!

The golden phoenix and floral patterns on the lining suddenly flashed in the spring sunshine, the golden light was dazzling and brilliant, gorgeous and glorious to the extreme!

It formed a thrilling contrast with the dark gold background of the nightgown, as if a blaze suddenly erupted in the quiet bedroom, wanting to burn away all filth!