On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The second day of the second month in the second year of Shenghui.

On the day when the dragon raises its head, the huge fleet of the Imperial Beiyang Fleet, like a ferocious steel dragon, cuts through the waves and sails on the cold sea from the Bohai Sea to the Yellow Sea.

The sea breeze was fierce, with a piercing salty smell, rolling up layers of grayish-white waves that constantly hit the heavy hull, making a dull roar.

The sky was gloomy, with lead-gray clouds hanging low, as if a blizzard would come at any time.

Behind the bridge of the Dingyuan, the most core and largest flagship of this fleet, there is a specially renovated cabin that can be called a palace on the sea.

The cabin walls were inlaid with thick sandalwood, windproof crystal chandeliers were hung, the floor was covered with thick Persian carpets, and a copper heater in the corner was burning brightly, emitting cozy warmth and isolating the severe cold and humidity at sea.

However, what is out of tune with this exquisite environment is the constant and slight shaking feeling coming from the deck underfoot, which rises and falls with the waves.

Murong Yan did not feel any discomfort due to the turbulence on the sea.

She lay lazily on her side on a soft couch covered with snow-white bear skin that was fixed to the floor in the middle of the cabin, with a thick brocade mattress beneath her.

She was still wearing the black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" - the dress in which the divine phoenix descended to the world.

Its splendor shines brightly in this relatively small space.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material presents a soft and deep luster under the warm lights in the cabin, and the golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it flow with quiet dark golden waves.

Above the nightgown, the towering phoenix, swaying in the light of the sea, was less fierce than usual and more lazy and elegant. The layered lines of the phoenix feathers rose and fell slightly with her breathing.

One of the wide and light trumpet sleeves fell softly to the edge of the couch, and the delicate gold tassels on the cuffs brushed against the soft fur of the bearskin, while the other was casually draped over her bent knee.

The black jade ring on her left thumb shone with a warm luster in the light.

The most eye-catching thing is still the five-meter-long Su Jin tail.

In the cabin of a sailing ship, it cannot be laid out as freely as in a palace on land, but it still retains that unique "messiness".

Most of them were stacked neatly under the couch, some of them flowed along the edge of the couch on the expensive carpet, and some of them even slid slightly from time to time due to the rocking of the ship, making a slight rustling sound due to the friction with the carpet.

The clutter in this confined environment only adds a sense of authenticity and intimacy, as if this gorgeous dress has become completely integrated into her life, no matter where she is.

The softness of the cotton and the looseness of the nightgown allowed her to maintain maximum comfort and relaxation even on a bumpy ship.

Lin Zhen was not wearing military uniform, but a dark casual dress, sitting on a fixed low stool beside the couch.

He held a book in his hand, but he was not reading it. Instead, he was concentrating on looking at Murong Yan on the couch.

The shaking of the cabin required him to hold on to the coffee table beside him from time to time, but his eyes were always gently on her.

"Husband," Murong Yan shifted slightly, adjusting to a more comfortable position. Her voice was lazily hoarse, a sound that even the sea breeze couldn't dispel. "This boat is rocking so hard that I'm a little dizzy."

Her tone was more like coquettishness than complaining.

Lin Zhen immediately put down the book and reached out to gently massage her temples, his fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure. "The waves on the sea are quite strong, so it's inevitable that we'll be tossed around. Yan'er, if you feel uncomfortable, why don't you close your eyes and rest for a while while I read to you?"

His voice was low and gentle, in stark contrast to the howling wind and waves outside the cabin.

Murong Yan narrowed her eyes in enjoyment, like a cat being stroked, and hummed softly: "Don't read those boring military books, switch to a travelogue or poetry."

"Okay." Lin Zhen picked up another beautifully bound poetry collection from the coffee table, turned a page, and began to recite in a low voice with his mellow and magnetic voice.

It was his poetry, with clear and beautiful words and profound artistic conception, which complemented the warm atmosphere in the cabin at this moment.

Murong Yan listened quietly, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyelids.

Occasionally, when she heard something interesting, the corners of her mouth would slightly rise, revealing a very faint but genuine smile.

The cabin was shaking, the lights were flickering, and his voice was the only tranquilizer in this unstable environment.

After finishing a poem, Lin Zhen put down the poetry collection and looked at Murong Yan, and found that she was looking at him with her phoenix eyes wide open, shining brightly.

"My dear husband, you recite so beautifully." Her voice was filled with a hint of dependence. "It's even more beautiful than the music played by the palace musicians."

Lin Zhen's heart was filled with tenderness. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Yan'er, if you like it, I will read it to you every day."

Murong Yan reached out and took his hand, which was resting on the edge of the couch. Her fingertips felt slightly cold. "As long as I'm with my husband, anywhere is fine."

She pulled his hand to her cheek and rubbed it gently. The soft fabric of the Phoenix dress rubbed against the back of his hand.

At this moment, the ship shook violently!

The teacup on the coffee table almost fell over, and Lin Zhen quickly caught it.

Murong Yan also let out a soft cry as she swayed, and subconsciously held his hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid, the waves are just a little big." Lin Zhen steadied himself, held her hand tightly with his backhand, and comforted her softly.

Murong Yan used his strength to sit up.

The dark golden train that was winding under the couch slid more onto the carpet as she moved.

She leaned into Lin Zhen's arms, wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in his chest, and said sullenly, "I'm not afraid as long as my husband is here."

Lin Zhen hugged her tightly, using his strong body to protect her from the rocking of the boat.

Outside the cabin is the vast, capricious ocean and the impending bloody war, but inside this small, warm cabin, there are only two people hugging each other and the sound of each other's heartbeats.

The dark golden color of the divine phoenix dress flowed quietly under the light, as if turning this small space in the turbulent waves into a paradise that belonged only to them.

After a long while, the boat gradually stabilized. Murong Yan raised her head from his arms, her eyes sparkling with a hint of cunning. "My dear husband, I'm hungry. I want to eat the silver silk rolls you made."

On a warship sailing far away, making such a request was almost willful. But Lin Zhen nodded without hesitation: "Okay, I will go to the kitchenette and make it for Yan'er."

The flagship is equipped with a dedicated kitchenette for emergency needs.

He gently placed her back on the couch, tucked in the bearskin mattress for her, and then stood up.

Murong Yan watched his back as he walked towards the cabin door, a gentle smile on her lips.

Just as Lin Zhen was about to open the cabin door, Murong Yan suddenly called out, "Husband!"

Lin Zhen turned around.

Murong Yan knelt up from the couch, looked at him, and said seriously, "Be careful not to get burned."

Lin Zhen felt warm in his heart, nodded and smiled, "I understand, my majesty."

He opened the cabin door, and a cold breeze with a fishy smell rushed in. Then the cabin door closed, isolating the inside and the outside.

Murong Yan stayed alone in the warm cabin, listening to the faint sounds of wind and waves and footsteps outside the door gradually fading away.

She lay down again, pulled the bearskin mattress over her, and could still smell the familiar scent of Lin Zhen.

She closed her eyes and felt the rhythmic rocking of the boat beneath her. The soft fabric of the Phoenix Dress touched her skin, giving her a comfortable touch.

The flame of revenge burns in my heart, but at this moment, there is more of a warmth wrapped in love and peace.

She rolled over to face the bulkhead, and the messy pile of tails moved with it.

In a corner where no one could see, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up into a happy and satisfied arc.

She is fearless of the coming storm because no matter what she faces, there is someone who will always be by her side.