On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

February 25, the second year of Shenghui.

It has been two days since the main force of Daqian's eastern expedition left Haizhou City. The huge army is like a black dragon, marching forward across the slightly desolate plains in the west of Goguryeo.

It was early spring and the chill was still there, but the dry grass by the roadside was already showing some green, and the sky was a clear blue. If it weren't for the solemn and solemn atmosphere of marching in the air, it would have felt like an outing.

At the core of this steel torrent, the most conspicuous thing is the imperial phoenix chariot pulled by eight divine white horses and decorated with extremely luxurious and grand decorations.

The carriage is as spacious as a small mobile palace. The walls are inlaid with rosewood and decorated with carvings of dragons and phoenixes. The windows are hung with thin but opaque silk gauze, which ensures privacy without completely blocking out light.

The interior of the car is covered with thick carpets and is equipped with fixed soft couches, small tables, bookcases, and even a miniature heater to ensure that the car is as warm as spring.

At this moment, Murong Yan was lazily leaning on the couch, with several soft brocade pillows under 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.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material presents a velvety and delicate luster under the soft light in the car, absorbing the diffuse light penetrating from the shark gauze, and the color is calm and noble.

The woven golden cotton wool and real gold thread no longer reflect dazzling light, but instead emit a warm and restrained dark golden light, like ripples on the surface of a quiet lake under the setting sun.

On the nightgown, the pattern of a giant phoenix holding up the sky, in such a private and relaxing environment, has put away all the hostility of the battlefield and the majesty of the court. The layered lines of the phoenix feathers appear particularly soft and gorgeous, as if a phoenix has folded its wings and is resting peacefully.

One of her wide and light trumpet sleeves fell softly on the edge of the couch, and the delicate gold tassels on the cuffs swayed gently with the slight shaking of the carriage, while the other was casually draped over her lower abdomen.

The black jade ring on her left thumb shone with a warm and lustrous glow under the light inside the car.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail showed an extremely lazy and messy look in this limited space of the carriage - most of it was stacked under the soft couch, like an ink-gold sea of ​​clouds, and part of it flowed along the edge of the couch, winding on the soft carpet, and even a few strands were playfully curled up next to the fixed legs of the table.

This casual layout in a limited space actually adds a sense of real life and intimacy.

The soft and skin-friendly cotton and the loose design of the nightgown allow her to completely immerse herself in the relaxation of the journey and the company of her loved one.

Lin Zhen did not sit in the seat opposite.

He sat sideways on the couch, his back against the edge, so that Murong Yan could lean comfortably against him.

He took off his military armor and wore only a dark casual suit, which made him look taller and more relaxed.

He gently put one hand on Murong Yan's shoulder, and interlocked his fingers with hers with the other hand, placing it on his leg.

Outside the car window, fields, hills and occasional deserted villages were constantly passing by.

Inside the carriage, however, there was a warm and quiet atmosphere.

Only the rumbling of wheels on the road, the clatter of horses' hooves and the subtle sound of the breeze blowing through the car windows formed a monotonous but reassuring background sound.

"Husband," Murong Yan moved slightly, resting her head more comfortably on his shoulder, her voice lazily and hoarse, as if she had just woken up, "Where have we gone? How far is it from Pyongyang?"

She asked, using the fingertips of her free hand to unconsciously trace circles on the material of his chest.

Lin Zhen lowered his head and gently rubbed the top of her head with his chin, his eyes so gentle that tears could be dripping from his eyes: "Replying to my Yan'er, we have just passed Suchuan. At this rate, we will be able to see Pyongyang in three or four days."

His voice was deep and magnetic, echoing in the closed compartment, which was particularly soothing.

"There are still three or four days left," Murong Yan sighed softly, but there was no trace of anxiety in her tone. Instead, there was a hint of hope that the journey would be longer.

She raised her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling with water and full of dependence.

"This car is much more comfortable than riding a horse, but it's a bit stuffy. Husband, could you please open the curtain of that window a little bit? I want to see outside."

"Okay." Lin Zhen responded, but did not stand up immediately. Instead, he carefully adjusted his posture to let her lean more comfortably, then leaned over and gently opened a gap in the gauze on Murong Yan's side of the car window.

Suddenly, a cool spring breeze with the scent of earth and grass rushed into the carriage, blowing away some of the warmth and bringing the breath of the vast world outside.

The sunlight shines through the gap, casting a bright beam of light in the carriage, and the light and shadows sway.

Murong Yan looked out through the gap curiously.

The army was lined up in neat rows, flags fluttering, and the soldiers were marching forward silently and firmly.

Further away, there are the slightly bleak fields of early spring, and the skyline is undulating.

"Look, my dear," she suddenly pulled his hand lightly with excitement, pointing to a faintly visible pink and white hillside in the distance outside the window, "Is that apricot blossom? It seems to be about to bloom."

Lin Zhen looked in the direction she pointed, smiled and nodded, "Yan'er has a good eye, it is indeed apricot. When we return from the battle, perhaps we will see flowers blooming all over the mountains."

"Yes!" Murong Yan nodded vigorously, a longing smile on her face, and then a little disappointed, "It's a pity that now is not the time," she said, retracting her gaze, leaning back into his arms, and muttering softly, "When we return to Chang'an, my husband, you must accompany me to Shanglin Garden to see the apricot blossoms, and pick the most beautiful one for me."

"Okay, whatever you say." Lin Zhen agreed readily, his eyes full of pampering.

He lowered his head, looked at her beautiful profile so close to him, looked at her long and curled eyelashes, and his heart was filled with love.

He couldn't help but lift his hand, which was interlocked with hers, put it to his lips, and gently kissed the back of her hand.

Murong Yan felt the warm touch on the back of her hand, her body trembled slightly, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

She did not dodge, but held his hand tighter, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Husband."

"Hmm?" Lin Zhen responded in a low voice, looking at her with burning eyes.

Murong Yan stopped talking, only raised her captivating eyes and gazed at him lovingly. The air in the car seemed to become ambiguous in an instant.

She raised her body slightly and moved her red lips forward.

Lin Zhen naturally didn't hesitate any longer. He lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

This kiss was gentle and lingering, carrying endless attachment and love, isolating the dust and killing outside the car.

He tightened his grip on her shoulders slightly, and the other hand clasped with hers tightened even more.

Murong Yan responded enthusiastically, her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck.

The wide bell sleeves fell down and brushed his cheeks.

The only sounds in the car were the rapid breathing and the subtle sound of lips rubbing against each other.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Murong Yan's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were moving, she was breathing slightly, and she rested her forehead against his.

Lin Zhen's breathing was also a little heavy. He looked at her charming appearance and couldn't help but peck her lips again.

"Yan'er," his voice was hoarse and magnetic.

"Husband," Murong Yan responded softly with a sigh of satisfaction.

She relaxed her body and nestled into his arms again, but one of her hands playfully slid onto his thigh, gently stroking it through the fabric.

Lin Zhen's body stiffened slightly, then he laughed. He covered her rebellious little hands with his big hands and whispered, "Stop it, we're still marching."

Murong Yan blinked cunningly, like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish: "No one saw it, and besides, I'm the emperor. I want to touch my husband's thigh, who dares to say anything?"

Her tone was coquettish, but it added to her charm.

Lin Zhen loved her like this. He shook his head helplessly and lovingly, letting her little hands play tricks on his legs.

He pulled her closer to his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head, and together they looked at the flowing scenery outside the window.

The sunlight shone through the gap in the car window and happened to fall on Murong Yan's messy dark gold train.

As the light flows, the gorgeousness of the nightgown is intertwined with the warmth of the moment.

After a while, Murong Yan seemed to remember something, let out a soft "ah", and turned around to get the cup of water on the small table.

The moment she turned around——

The movements are lazy and casual after being pampered!

The five-meter-long dark-gold tail that was scattered and scattered on the carriage carpet was moved by the sudden movement. With a swish, it slid across the soft carpet like running water!

As the train quietly floated up, the "gold woven all over the ground" lining, which was densely woven with gold threads and sparkled with warm luster in the sun, was revealed!

The pattern of a hundred phoenixes facing the rising sun flashed in an instant, and golden light flowed. It was no longer a cold light that symbolized power and killing, but a warm color full of love and happiness, just like the warmth that permeated the carriage at this moment!

This stunning glimpse is a private beauty that belongs only to the two of them.

The skirt fell, and the golden light was restrained.

Murong Yan took the cup of water, took a sip, and then handed it to Lin Zhen's lips.

Lin Zhen took a sip from her hand, and they smiled at each other, everything was said without words.