On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Lin Zhen smiled helplessly and dotingly, and had to maintain his posture and watch the moonlight outside the window with her.

In the waterside pavilion, candlelight flickered, the chess game was not over yet, and a pair of lovers embraced each other and admired the moon, full of tenderness and affection.

However, in the distant Pyongyang Royal Palace, there was a gloomy atmosphere and the wails of despair seemed to penetrate the night sky.

At this moment, Murong Yan seemed to have thought of something. She raised her head from Lin Zhen's arms, a cunning glint in her eyes: "Husband, after we take Pyongyang, we will repair the palace and come here to escape the summer heat, okay? It's much cooler here than in the capital."

Lin Zhen looked down at her sparkling eyes, his heart softening: "Okay, it's up to you. Wherever Yan'er wants to be, that's where we will be."

Murong Yan smiled happily and leaned back into his arms. On the quiet summer night, only the chirping of insects and the gurgling of water could be heard.

The dark gold color of the divine phoenix dress flowed with a quiet glow under the moonlight.

After a long time, Murong Yan seemed to have fallen asleep, her breathing becoming even and long. Lin Zhen carefully wanted to pick her up and carry her back to the bedroom.

Just as he moved lightly and Murong Yan unconsciously turned around to adjust her posture——

The movements are as natural and defenseless as those of a person who is sleeping soundly!

The five-meter dark-gold tail that was lingering on the ground in a lazy and messy manner was moved, and with a swish, it slid across the bamboo mat like flowing water!

As the train quietly floated up, the densely woven gold lining inside was revealed, which seemed to be covered with a layer of dreamy silver glow under the blending of moonlight and candlelight!

The lines of Hundred Phoenixes Facing the Sun flashed a hazy and holy golden halo in an instant. The light was gentle and peaceful, full of happiness surrounded by love and security. It was noble and glorious, and carried a deep satisfaction of being away from disputes and living in peace and tranquility!

This stunning glimpse complements her sleeping posture perfectly.

The hem of her skirt fell, covering up the dreamy golden halo.

Lin Zhen picked her up steadily and walked towards the bedroom.

The long tail hung down in his arms.

......

The second year of Shenghui, the end of June.

The city of Pyongyang was like a lone boat in the storm. Rumors of food and aid running out spread, and order was on the verge of collapse.

After failing to seek help from Mobei, the Goguryeo royal court, which was in despair, turned its attention to Japan across the sea like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

This is their last and most remote hope.

There was a dead atmosphere in Gyeongbokgung Palace.

King Go Zang of Goguryeo has not attended court for many days and is said to be seriously ill and bedridden, like a withered tree.

Regent Gao Yun tried hard to preside over the government, but his eye sockets were sunken, his face was pale, and every word he spoke seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

His Highness and his ministers were all in danger, and the scene was doomsday.

"Wakoku, only Wakoku." Gao Yun's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. "We are across the sea, but perhaps we can consider the coldness of the lips and teeth and send a navy to help. Even if we can't drive the enemy away, perhaps we can open up a sea route and bring in some food and supplies."

His words couldn't even convince himself and were full of desperate self-deception.

The ministers were silent.

Everyone knows that Japan has no hatred with Daqian, and they are separated by the sea. Will it provoke the powerful and cruel Daqian Empire for the sake of the impending Goguryeo?

Especially the empress Murong Yan who wore strange and gorgeous clothes and massacred cities at will?

But at this moment, they have no choice.

"Send an envoy to select the most precious gifts and immediately cross the sea to Wa to meet the King of Wa. No, the Queen of Wa is now on the throne. Go to the Queen of Wa, explain the interests, and beg for troops or at least support."

Gao Yun used up his last bit of strength to give the order.

Park Yong-sik, an elderly but fluent Japanese minister who had been on many diplomatic missions to Japan, was chosen to undertake this almost impossible task.

As he knelt down to receive the order, tears streamed down his face, knowing full well that this was a life-or-death journey with little hope.

A few days later, after experiencing wind and waves, Park Yong-sik and his party finally arrived at Namba, the capital of Japan.

Unlike the despair and depression of Pyongyang, Namba is nestled between the mountains and the sea, with low and exquisite buildings. Pedestrians on the streets wear unique costumes and are in an orderly manner, exuding the tranquility and isolation of an island country.

However, this tranquility made Park Yong-sik feel even colder in his heart - here, it seemed that he could not feel the catastrophic disaster that Goguryeo was experiencing at all.

After tedious communication and waiting, Park Yong-sik was finally introduced to the main hall of the Japanese Imperial Palace.

The hall is covered with clean tatami mats and the furnishings are simple and elegant, which is completely different from the magnificent Goguryeo Palace.

At the head of the hall, there was a bamboo curtain, behind which sat a vague but majestic figure, who was none other than the current empress of Japan.

Kneeling on both sides were the nobles and ministers of Japan, all dressed in court robes with solemn expressions.

Park Yong-sik slumped to his knees on the cold tatami, bowed with the utmost humility, and shouted in Japanese with a trembling voice, "I, Park Yong-sik, a guilty minister of this country, am here by the order of the King of Goguryeo to pay my respects to His Majesty the Emperor of Japan! Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor, long, long live the Emperor!"

The entourage behind him presented the precious gifts they brought, including huge oriental pearls, thousand-year-old ginseng, exquisite celadon, etc., one by one.

A young but steady female voice came from behind the bamboo curtain, speaking through the interpreter: "Please stand up. The envoy from Goguryeo has come a long way and has taken great pains. What brings you here?"

Park Yong-sik raised his head, tears streaming down his face. He sobbed as he recounted how Goguryeo was invaded by Daqian, how Haeju and Anju were massacred, how Pyongyang was besieged, and how the country was in imminent danger.

He tried his best to exaggerate the brutality of Daqian, especially the terrifying image of Daqian Empress Murong Yan, who "dressed in a strange black and gold nightgown, acted like a demon, and massacred cities at will." He emphasized the principle of "the lips and teeth are cold when one is gone" and begged Japan to send troops to help, or at least provide food and material support, because they were both located in the East and were neighbors.

"Your Majesty! Daqian is a wicked man with wild ambitions, and Murong Yan is a ruthless and cruel woman! If Goguryeo is destroyed, their next move will surely be towards Japan, Your Majesty! I hope Your Majesty will consider the generations of friendship between our two countries and save Goguryeo from this dire situation! Goguryeo is willing to be a vassal forever and pay tribute year after year!"

When Park Yong-sik got excited, he banged his head on the ground, making a thumping sound.

There was silence in the hall.

The Japanese nobles were whispering to each other, most of them with expressions of doubt and fear on their faces.

The Empress behind the bamboo curtain was silent for a moment before she slowly spoke, her voice still calm:

"I have heard what the Goguryeo envoy said. However, Daqian and Wa have no enmity. They face each other across the sea and do not interfere with each other. I have also heard about the dispute between your country and Daqian. It seems that it was your country that provoked first? As for the matter of sending troops,"

The Empress paused, her tone becoming firm. "Japan is a small nation, weak, and its navy is not capable of long-distance voyages. Furthermore, domestic peace is paramount. We dare not become embroiled in the conflict between your nation and the Celestial Empire. Please return, envoy, and bring back the generous gifts."

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please reconsider!" Park Yongxi kowtowed desperately, feeling as if he were falling into an icy cave. "That enchantress Murong Yan is definitely not a good person! Her ambitions are immense, and she will not stop at Goguryeo! Today is my Goguryeo, tomorrow will be mine."

"Enough!" an old Japanese official interrupted sharply, "Stop spouting alarmist rhetoric and cursing our country! His Majesty the Emperor has made his decision. Please respect yourselves, envoy!"

The guard stepped forward and signaled Park Yong-sik to leave.

Knowing that there was no hope, Park Yong-sik collapsed to the ground, crying bitterly, and was eventually "invited" out of the palace by Japanese guards.

The generous gifts he brought were returned intact.

The Japanese people, from top to bottom, were obviously unwilling to offend the legendary Rakshasa-like Empress Daqian for the sake of a dying country.

Goguryeo's last bit of fantasy was completely shattered.

At the same time, in Anzhou Villa, there was a leisurely and peaceful atmosphere.

Murong Yan and Lin Zhen were drinking tea and playing chess in a pavilion by the water.

The lotus flowers outside the window are in full bloom, and the breeze brings bursts of fragrance.

Murong Yan was only wearing the Divine Phoenix Dress. In the hot summer, she didn't even bother wearing the gauze outer shirt. The cotton fabric of the dress was breathable and comfortable.