On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Huanbi, with a hint of expectation and tenderness, led Mao Mengji and his group to the side yard to rest, and then quickly returned to the bedroom.

However, when she shyly opened the door, she found that Lin Zhen was already asleep!

He was lying on his side, breathing long and steady, and sleeping very soundly.

Damn prince!

Huanbi couldn't help stamping her feet and muttered in her heart: "Didn't we agree to sleep together? Why did you lie down and fall asleep first?"

Recalling Lin Zhen's gentle invitation in the evening, Huanbi became more and more angry, but looking at Lin Zhen's peaceful sleeping face, she was reluctant to wake him up, and could only turn her expectation and joy into a bitter smile.

"Ugh."

Huanbi, with a hint of melancholy and a pout on her lips, slowly sat down on the carved chair beside the bed. Holding a light fan, she gently and rhythmically waved it, driving away the mosquitoes of the summer night for Lin Zhen. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

Summer always gets bright early. The next morning, a ray of sunlight quietly peeked into the house and hit Lin Zhen's face.

He stretched comfortably and slowly woke up, with a hint of confusion and smile in his eyes.

Lin Zhen couldn't help but feel playful when he saw Huanbi sleeping peacefully on the bed, her long black hair like a waterfall, a few bangs gently floating on her cheeks, and a faint fragrance emanating from her.

He gently picked up a strand of her bangs, as if catching the breeze in the morning light, and let the strand of hair dance lightly on the tip of her nose, sometimes lightly shuttling between her breaths, and sometimes quietly withdrawing.

At first, Huanbi thought it was just a mosquito and unconsciously waved her hands to shoo it away, but she couldn't get rid of the pesky mosquito. So she stood up, rubbed her slightly red nose, and slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

What caught my eye was Lin Zhen's face with a slightly mischievous smile.

Thinking of what happened last night, Huanbi's heart couldn't help but ripple, and her mood was slightly depressed. As for Lin Zhen's playfulness at the moment, she just turned her head away and ignored it, avoiding his sight with an almost silent attitude, as if silently expressing her inner little emotions.

He stood up, went to the closet to get Lin Zhen's official uniform and threw it on the bed. He didn't put it on him himself, but turned around and went out to prepare water for washing his face.

Lin Zhen, the love idiot, didn't know what she meant and asked foolishly, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Huanbi did not respond, leaving Lin Zhen with only a slightly cold back.

When she came back, Qingwen was standing by the door, graceful and elegant. Huanbi gently pushed her in front of Lin Zhen and said, "From now on, you will help the prince dress."

Qingwen was just worried that she had no chance to seduce Lin Zhen, yet you offered her to me on your own initiative!

For a moment, Qingwen's inner gratitude was like a surging river, endless.

Lin Zhen looked at Huanbi with a bewildered expression, his eyes full of confusion: "Bi'er, what's wrong with you?"

Huanbi hesitated for a moment, opened and closed her red lips, but in the end she did not utter a word. She just reached out to test the temperature of the water in the copper basin, and then brought it to him.

Qingwen saw the right moment, her eyes gleaming with smug delight, and she grabbed Lin Zhen's jade belt like a wandering girl: "Hehehe~ Prince, it's time to change clothes~"

"this..."

For some reason, Lin Zhen felt a little timid whenever he saw Qingwen's smirking face. Like a shy young girl, he clung to the jade belt tightly and refused to let go. Even his voice was a little panicked: "No, no, no, I can do it myself."

"That won't do! How can we let the prince put on his clothes himself? Let me serve you~" Qingwen's face was full of excitement.

Lin Zhen turned his gaze to Huanbi beside him, his eyes full of a plea for help.

Huanbi was trying hard to hold back her laughter, and there was a hint of teasing in her gentle eyes, but she still pretended to be serious and didn't say a word.

"Get up!" Lin Zhen was forcibly pulled up by Qingwen, and then all his clothes were stripped off.

Sparks were about to burst out of Qingwen's eyes, and she looked like a real female pervert.

Lin Zhen cried out with a bitter face: "Bi'er, what's wrong with you? Come and save me!"

"Hehehe~ Even if the Jade Emperor comes today, he can't save you~ Hehehe!" Qingwen giggled and began to put clothes on Lin Zhen.

I won’t elaborate on the process. What good things can happen when a female lecher meets a handsome guy?

After being punished, Lin Zhen's old face turned red. Qingwen picked up her clothes and walked out with a very satisfied smile.

Until this moment, Huanbi said in an almost indifferent tone: "What do you think of Qingwen, my lord?"

Lin Zhen was startled when he heard this, and doubts appeared on his brows: "What do you mean?"

"Since the prince likes Qingwen, why not take her as a concubine? In terms of character, appearance, and talent, I think she is always better than this servant."

Lin Zhen became increasingly confused, his brows furrowed. "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly talking like that?"

Huanbi uttered a coquettish cry and rolled her eyes in an extremely abnormal manner. Without saying a word, she just took the basin of warm water for washing her face and left gracefully.

This made Lin Zhen even more confused.

After having a tasteless breakfast alone, Lin Zhen was about to go to work in the palace.

As an official appointed by the imperial court, although he does not need to attend the morning court, accompanying Murong Yan to read memorials is an indispensable daily task.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, I saw Qingwen immersed in needlework under the pavilion. The mottled sunlight reflected her profile as she lowered her head in concentration. The needle and thread shuttled flexibly between her fingertips, which was a beautiful sight.

It was the first time that Lin Zhen appreciated a woman's beauty so patiently.

Perhaps she noticed Lin Zhen's footsteps, she raised her head, a sly smile quietly rising at the corner of her mouth, her nimble fingers seemed to catch something in the air, gesturing lightly, and then grabbing the air with a bit of playfulness.

Seeing this, Lin Zhen felt a chill rising from his abdomen. He quickly turned around and left almost in a panic.

Lin Zhen's pace slowed down only when he ran all the way to the gate of the mansion.

He suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead.

I remember the feeling of déjà vu when I first met Qingwen. Now when I think about it, she is exactly the same as Qingwen in the 10th version of "Dream of Red Mansions"!

Even their appearance is very similar, but she is a little younger than the actor, so I didn't recognize her at first.

No wonder she speaks sharply and acts in a way that reveals an unruly and bold spirit.

It turns out that it is the pride and spirituality in his bones.

......

The moment Lin Zhen stepped into the palace, he felt that the atmosphere was a little off.

A young eunuch in his teens, who had angered Murong Yan for some unknown reason, was being roughly dragged out of the palace by two burly guards, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Your Majesty, please spare my life!"

"Your Majesty! I know I was wrong, Your Majesty..."

Alas, poor guy.

Lin Zhen shook his head, stood at the door of the council hall, and peeked inside through the crack.

And his action did not escape Murong Yan's eyes.

She slammed the table from her seat on the dragon throne. Her commanding voice instantly echoed throughout the empty hall, filled with undeniable anger: "Lin Zhen! Get in now!"

"Cough cough..." Lin Zhen couldn't help but cough twice when he heard this to cover up his embarrassment.

Lin Zhen stepped into the hall.

As soon as I came in, I saw Murong Yan's ashen face and Gu Beichen with a smug smile on his face.

This scene... no need to think too much, it must be this grandson who is doing bad things again, but I don’t know what handle he has got this time.

Lin Zhen bowed respectfully and said in a steady voice, "I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

"Lin Zhen, you've done a great job!" Murong Yan shouted angrily, and threw the memorial in her hand fiercely at Lin Zhen's face, as if she wanted to pour out all her anger.

It was a pity that the distance was too far, and the memorial only drew a beautiful arc, with a slight rustling sound, and fell softly at his feet.