On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month is the day to sweep the house.

The gloomy weather of the past few days finally cleared up, and the warm winter sun shone on the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, bringing some rare warmth.

After dealing with many incidents caused by Goguryeo envoys and aristocratic families, Murong Yan seemed to be a little tired of the intrigues in the court, and even developed some ordinary girl's thoughts.

After breakfast, she was still wearing the black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" that had become a part of her skin - the "Divine Phoenix Descent Skirt", and covered it with a black and gold Su brocade shawl that reached the ground. The shawl was simple in style, with only dark gold thread piping on the edges, which complemented the gorgeousness of the nightgown itself, concealing some of the nightgown's casual homeliness without reducing its elegance.

Suddenly, she had an idea. She took Lin Zhen's hand and said in a voice with a rare sweetness: "My dear, the weather is so nice today. It's boring to stay in the palace all day. Why don't you accompany me to the West Market? I heard that some Persian spices and glassware have just arrived."

Lin Zhen looked at the light flashing in her eyes, like an ordinary girl looking forward to traveling, and his heart softened. How could he refuse?

He knew very well that although she was an emperor, deep down she still yearned for the ordinary life.

He nodded slightly, his eyes full of indulgence: "Okay, your husband will accompany Yan'er."

He did not say much about arranging guards, because he himself was her strongest barrier, and in the dark, he had the "Night Owl" accompanying him.

Then, an inconspicuous green-covered carriage, carrying the emperor and the empress, quietly left the palace and merged into the bustling crowd of the West Market.

In order to avoid disturbing others, Murong Yan even simply tied up her hip-length black hair and fixed it with an ordinary ebony hairpin. She did not put on any makeup on her face.

Only her unconcealable gorgeous dress and shawl that resembled a phoenix descending from the earth, as well as her own unparalleled elegance and grace, made her shine like a pearl in the dark, even when she was among the crowd.

The West Market was indeed bustling with activity.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, and children laughing are endless, and the air is mixed with the scent of various spices, food, and leather.

Murong Yan seemed to be in great spirits. With one hand she gently lifted the front of her bridal gown to prevent it from being too long and dragging on the ground. With the other hand she held Lin Zhen's arm tightly, like a little woman who depended on her husband.

The train of her nightgown, along with the hem of her shawl, inevitably dragged along the busy and not very clean cobblestone streets of the city. The luxurious dark gold brocade was stained with dust, appearing particularly "messy" and eye-catching, forming a strange and thrilling contrast with her slightly excited "ordinary" posture at the moment.

The softness of the cotton allowed her to move relatively easily, but the looseness of the nightgown and the length of the train still made her stand out in the crowd.

"Husband, husband! Look at the gems sold by that Hu merchant, they are so beautiful!" Murong Yan pulled Lin Zhen's sleeve and pointed to a stall. Her phoenix eyes were sparkling, without her usual majesty and coldness.

Lin Zhen just followed her silently, his eyes falling gently on her, occasionally looking in the direction she pointed and nodding slightly.

His tall stature and stern temperament invisibly separated the crowded crowd and created a relatively quiet space for her.

"Husband, I want to eat that candy man!" She pointed to an old artist who was blowing candy men.

Lin Zhen stepped forward, silently paid, bought a lifelike phoenix sugar figure, and handed it to her.

Murong Yan took the candy and licked it happily like a little girl, then frowned again: "It's too sweet...Husband, you eat it."

As he said that, he stuffed the sugar man back into Lin Zhen's hand.

Lin Zhen took it without changing his expression, holding the sugar man that was so inconsistent with his temperament, and continued to protect her.

She wandered over to a stall selling hairpins and rings, picked up a roughly crafted but novel pearl flower, and tried it on the edge of her bun. She turned around and asked Lin Zhen, "Husband, does it look good?"

Lin Zhen stared at her, his eyes filled with deep affection, and whispered, "Yan'er looks good in anything she wears."

Murong Yan glanced at him in reproach, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise. She finally put down the pearl flower and said, "Forget it. The workmanship is too poor. It doesn't match my Divine Phoenix Skirt."

She subconsciously stroked the hem of her dark gold skirt, with a barely perceptible hint of pride in her tone.

Just like that, she chattered away like an ordinary wife, holding her husband's arm, and walked among the people in the West Market, finding everything new and asking questions non-stop.

Lin Zhen always accompanies, protects and responds to every request silently.

The dark golden tail that stretched on the ground was like a flowing underground river, drawing a unique and dazzling track in the bustling city, attracting the attention of passers-by, who were surprised and confused, but no one dared to disturb it.

However, this moment of peace and warmth is short-lived.

When Murong Yan stopped in front of a shop specializing in rare overseas treasures, she was attracted by a glittering glass lamp. As she was bending down to take a closer look, something strange happened!

In the crowd, a black shadow suddenly rose up like a ghost!

A flash of cold light appeared, and a poisoned dagger, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, pierced Murong Yan's defenseless back!

The timing, angle, and speed were all tricky and ruthless to the extreme. It was obvious that he was a well-trained assassin who had been lurking for a long time, just for this thundering blow!

The incident happened suddenly and the distance was very close!

The people around screamed in terror!

Lin Zhen, who had been silent as a mountain, suddenly had his pupils contracted, and murderous aura burst out from his body in an instant!

He almost instinctively moved to stand in front of Murong Yan!

But someone is faster than him!

At the moment when the poisonous sword was about to hit her body, Murong Yan, who was bending over to admire the glass lamp and seemed to be unguarded, moved!

Her movements were so fast that they were beyond the reach of the naked eye!

There was no panic, no dodging or retreating, but instead he took advantage of the situation and spun around extremely smoothly!

The light and elegant five-meter-long Su Jin train and the hem of the shawl were lifted up by the extremely rapid rotation!

The huge dark golden skirt was like the wings of a phoenix caught in a hurricane, carrying an unparalleled momentum. With a swish, it not only swept away some debris on the stall beside it, but also drew a perfect arc in the air!

As the hem of the skirt suddenly floated up, the densely woven gold thread lining inside was revealed, which was so dazzling in the winter sun that it was impossible to look directly at it!

The pattern of a hundred phoenixes facing the sun shone in an instant, and golden light flowed, as if the clear cry of a phoenix was heard!

This golden light is not only dazzling, but also carries a condensed and majestic sense of power!

"Ding!"

An extremely crisp sound of metal clashing was heard!

While Murong Yan was spinning, she flicked her left hand, which was wearing a black jade ring, at a mysterious and indescribable angle!

It hit the spine of the poisonous sword with incredible precision!

It seems like a simple shot, but it contains tremendous power!

The assassin only felt an irresistible force coming from the sword, his knuckles cracked instantly, and he could no longer hold the dagger, which flew out of his hand and fell on the bluestone slab with a clang!

The assassin's eyes were filled with incredible horror!

He never expected that this seemingly frail and weak woman in a gorgeous nightgown would have such terrifying skills!

After missing the attack, the assassin reacted extremely quickly, retreating violently and trying to escape into the chaotic crowd.

However, would Murong Yan give him a chance?

Before she finished spinning, the wide trumpet sleeve of her right arm swung out, and it seemed as if there was a hidden force hidden in the sleeve, which pressed towards the assassin's back from a distance through the air!

"puff!"

The assassin was struck by a heavy hammer, his body stiffened suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell forward to the ground, unable to move anymore.

The entire action was as smooth as flowing water, from being attacked to counterattacking, and then to defeating the enemy, all in a flash!

She didn't even move a step from where she was!

There was deathly silence all around!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene!

The little lady who was chattering around the market one second ago, turned into a top master who could move as fast as lightning and subdue the assassin in an instant the next second!

The contrast is so shocking!

Murong Yan slowly withdrew her momentum and stood still. The fluttering dark gold skirt slowly fell, winding to the ground again, covering the golden light within.

There was still no expression on her face, but a hint of coldness flashed across her phoenix eyes.

She didn't even spare a second glance at the limp assassin on the ground. She simply raised her hand and gently straightened the collar of her bridal veil, which was slightly messed up by her previous action.

Only then did Lin Zhen step over to her side, hold her hand tightly, and look her up and down, his voice carrying a subtle hint of fear and tension: "Yan'er, are you okay?"

His gaze swept across the assassin on the ground like an icy blade, full of murderous intent.

Murong Yan held his hand in hers, her fingertips were slightly cold, but they had the power to calm people's hearts.

She looked up and smiled at him. That smile instantly dispelled the coldness from before, and restored her previous innocent and naive appearance, as if the thunderbolt attack just now was just an illusion. "It's okay, it's just an annoying fly. It can't ruin my fun of shopping."

As she spoke, she bent down and picked up the half of the Phoenix candy figurine that Lin Zhen had bought for her, which had accidentally fallen to the ground when she suddenly turned around. She looked at it and curled her lips with some regret: "What a pity... It's dirty..."

Seeing her like this, Lin Zhen felt relieved, feeling both distressed and amused. He took the dirty candy figurine and whispered, "It's okay. I'll buy Yan'er a new one when I get home."

At this time, several "Night Owls" dressed in ordinary clothes appeared silently, quickly dragged the assassin who was lying limp on the ground away, cleaned up the scene, and comforted the frightened people. Their movements were clean and efficient, and it was obvious that they had been lurking nearby.

After this shocking change, Murong Yan seemed to have lost interest in continuing to stroll around.

She took Lin Zhen's arm again, leaned slightly towards him, and said in a tired voice: "Husband, let's go back. I'm a little tired..."

"Okay, let's go back." Lin Zhen hugged her and walked towards the carriage.

The long dark gold tail once again dragged silently on the stone road, but this time, everyone along the way, whether they were ordinary people or those secretly peeping, looked at the winding dark gold with only deep awe and fear in their eyes.

Back at Fenghuan Palace, Murong Yan kicked off her shoes and lazily sank onto the warm couch. Lin Zhen dismissed his attendants and personally brought warm water to wash her hands.

"Did you scare your husband today?" Murong Yan asked softly, closing her eyes and letting him serve her.

Lin Zhen wiped her hand dry, held it in his palm, and whispered, "It was your negligence. From now on..."

"You'll have to come out later." Murong Yan interrupted him, opened her eyes, and a sly glint flashed in her phoenix eyes. "It's so boring hiding in the palace. Besides, with my husband here, I'm not afraid of anything."

She said, moving forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Lin Zhen's heart was filled with tenderness, and he hugged her tightly in his arms.