On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 914: I have conquered this world

The third year of Qianyuan, winter.

The Qian-Qi War, which lasted for several years, ended with the fall of Qi's capital Linzi, King Gao Zhan of Qi burning himself in his palace, and all of Qi's territory being incorporated into the territory of Daqian.

The powerful Qi that once dominated the southwest is now only a vivid mention in history books, with countless cities reduced to scorched earth and piles of bones.

With her iron-blooded tactics, Murong Yan accomplished an unprecedented unification and became the sole ruler of this vast land.

The triumphal ceremony was grand and bloody.

Murong Yan, dressed in a dragon robe, accepted the tribute from all nations. She slaughtered all the captured Qi royal family members and stubborn generals, and built a Jingguan to shock the world.

However, when all the noise ended, when only endless loneliness and cold wind remained at the pinnacle of power, she seemed to pour all her emotions into the figure who had always been by her side - Lin Zhen.

In the deep winter, the imperial city is covered in silver, with heavy snow falling everywhere, dyeing the once solemn red walls and golden tiles a layer of quiet silver.

However, inside the "Fenghuan Palace" where Murong Yan lived, it was as warm as spring, the underground dragons were burning very vigorously, and the huge gilded phoenix-head incense burner in the corner of the hall was inhaling and exhaling expensive ambergris, emitting a sweet and warm aroma.

Murong Yan seemed to be completely tired of those complicated and heavy court robes.

Since returning to the capital, she has almost always worn the gorgeous, dreamy, and inseparable black and gold Sujin cotton nightgown made of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" - the "Divine Phoenix Descent Dress", lazily immersing herself in the ultimate luxury and warmth of Fenghuan Palace.

At this moment, it is already afternoon.

There was heavy snow outside the window, and bright candlelight inside the hall.

Murong Yan did not sit on the high phoenix chair, but lay side by side with Lin Zhen, hugging each other, on an extremely large beauty couch covered with thick sable fur by the window of the bedroom.

The floor heating grille in front of the couch exudes warm air, and on the rosewood low table beside the couch are placed several plates of exquisite snacks and a pot of warm amber wine.

Murong Yan almost curled up in Lin Zhen's arms.

She was wearing the "Divine Phoenix Dress". The extremely dark Su Jin base material absorbed the light under the warm candlelight in the hall, presenting a lazy and luxurious ink color. The golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it flowed with soft and warm dark golden waves under the light, mysterious and noble, strangely blending with her relaxed posture at the moment.

On the nightgown, the giant phoenix that covers the sky is embroidered only with red gold thread. In the warm atmosphere, there is less hostility of the battlefield and more splendor and tranquility of the habitat, with the phoenix feathers layered and cuddled.

The black diamonds on the phoenix eyes also appear much softer under the warm light.

One of the wide and light bell sleeves hung down the edge of the couch, while the other was placed on Lin Zhen's chest.

The translucent black jade ring on her left thumb glowed with a warm luster as she rubbed it unconsciously.

The five-meter-long train of Su Jin was not laid out neatly, but rather tangled and tangled on the Persian carpet beneath the couch, with a portion even tangled around Lin Zhen's legs. The softness of the cotton and the comfort of the nightgown were fully demonstrated at this moment.

Lin Zhen was half-leaning on the couch, wearing a dark-colored casual suit embroidered with flowing cloud patterns. He was not wearing a crown, and his black hair was loose. He was less cold and more homely and gentle.

One of his arms was firmly around Murong Yan's shoulders, while the other hand gently held her hand, his fingertips occasionally stroking the golden wings of the giant phoenix on the cuffs of her nightgown.

His eyes lowered, falling on her peaceful sleeping face. His eyes were deep, and there were complex and unspeakable emotions surging in them - there was fatigue after experiencing life and death, there was relief after unifying the country, and there was a deep tenderness and protection that almost drowned people.

Murong Yan seemed to be asleep, breathing evenly, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyelids like butterfly wings.

She rested her cheek on Lin Zhen's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, as if it was the most soothing music in the world.

Occasionally, she would unconsciously rub deeper into his arms, like a little animal seeking warmth.

The hall was silent, with only the occasional crackling of candlelight and the rustling of snowflakes falling outside the window.

At this moment, time seems to become slow and sticky.

After an unknown amount of time, Murong Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.

She did not stand up immediately, but raised her head and looked at Lin Zhen with a dazed look.

"What time is it?" she asked softly, her voice lazy and hoarse as if she had just woken up, completely devoid of the cold majesty she had in the court.

Lin Zhen looked down at her, his lips slightly raised in a curve, but he did not answer. Instead, he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair that had fallen from her cheek behind her ear.

Murong Yan didn't seem to need his answer.

She stretched out her finger and gently poked his chin with the tip of her black jade ring: "I'm hungry."

Lin Zhen nodded slightly and pointed to the snacks on the low table.

Murong Yan shook her head, her eyes filled with a hint of willful indulgence: "I want to drink the plum blossom porridge you cooked."

Lin Zhen's eyes were gentle. He gently helped her up a little and wanted to get up himself.

Murong Yan grabbed his sleeve and stopped him from leaving: "Let the palace maids do it, you stay with me."

Her tone was filled with unquestionable dependence. Lin Zhen obediently stopped and pulled her into his arms again, simply raising his hand and gesturing to the palace maid standing in the shadows in the distance. The maid understood and quietly withdrew to prepare.

Murong Yan leaned back into his arms with satisfaction, playing with the buttons on his casual clothes, and suddenly whispered, "It's snowing heavily outside, right?"

"Yeah." Lin Zhen responded softly.

"That's great..." Murong Yan closed her eyes, a slight smile on her lips, "This way no one can disturb me."

Her voice was soft, but it revealed a possessive desire that shut the world out.

The porridge was served quickly. It was the porridge that Lin Zhen had asked the kitchen to keep warm.

He personally took the white jade bowl, tested the temperature, and then patiently fed it to Murong Yan's mouth spoon by spoon.

Murong Yan leaned against him lazily, opened her mouth obediently, but her eyes stayed on his face, her eyes focused, as if she was tasting some exquisite delicacy.

Occasionally, porridge stains would get on the corners of her lips, and Lin Zhen would gently wipe them away with his fingertips.

After finishing her bowl of porridge, Murong Yan seemed to feel more refreshed. She sat up straight and stretched, letting her wide, bell-shaped sleeves unfurl. She turned her gaze out the window, watching the snowflakes dancing in the sky.

"This snow can cover a lot of things, right?" She suddenly said something without beginning or ending, a hint of extremely faint, barely perceptible coldness flashing across her eyes, "Like blood, like bones..."

Lin Zhen held her hand slightly tighter.

Murong Yan seemed to notice it, and turned to look at him, her face regaining that lazy, almost innocent expression: "But it's better to cover it up, out of sight, out of mind..."

As she spoke, she suddenly moved closer to him, her nose almost touching his, and her warm breath brushed his cheek: "Now I only have you in my eyes and heart."

This sentence is more of a paranoid declaration than a love talk.

She shut out the blood and intrigue of the entire world, leaving only this small, warm world, and this world could only accommodate the two of them.

Lin Zhen looked at her deeply, emotions surging in his eyes, which eventually turned into an almost inaudible sigh. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

This kiss is gentle and precious.

Murong Yan seemed stunned for a moment, then she smiled, a bright smile with a hint of enchantment. She stretched out her arms, hugged his neck tightly again, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and said muffledly, "Hold tighter..."

Lin Zhen followed his words, tightened his arms and held her tightly in his arms.

The two of them just hugged each other, looking at the snowy scene outside the window, without saying a word for a long time. The warmth inside the temple and the bitter cold outside formed two completely different worlds.

After a while, Murong Yan seemed to remember something, and gently pushed him away. She lowered her head to look at her five-foot-long tail that stretched on the ground, and frowned slightly: "It seems a little messed up..."

As she spoke, she wanted to stand up and tidy up.

However, as soon as she moved, Lin Zhen grabbed her hand.

He got off the couch first, then, very naturally, knelt on one knee on the carpet in front of the couch, stretched out his hand, and began to tidy up her five-meter-long, gorgeous train bit by bit and very carefully.

His movements were gentle and focused, as if he was handling a fragile and rare treasure.

He gently smoothed the wrinkles on the train and carefully untied the tangled parts, allowing the dark gold Su Jin to smoothly spread across the carpet again. He even used his fingers to lightly brush away the tiny specks of dust that had stained it.

Murong Yan sat beside the couch, looking down at his focused profile and gentle movements with a complicated expression.

There was satisfaction, dependence, and perhaps even a hint of emotion that she herself had not even noticed.

"Husband..." she called softly, her voice a little vague.

Lin Zhen raised his head and looked at her.

"This world..." She paused, her eyes sweeping across the magnificent palace before finally returning to his face. "I conquered it, but..." She tilted her head, as if pondering a difficult question. "It doesn't seem to make much sense..."

Lin Zhen remained silent and just held her hand on her knee.

Murong Yan held his hand with her backhand, and her fingertips gently drew circles on his palm: "It's warmer to hold you like this..."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned over, held his face in her hands, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

This kiss was no longer a light one, but it was warm and had an almost greedy demand and possession.

After a long time, she slowly left his lips, resting her forehead against his, breathing slightly faster, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes blurred: "...You are not allowed to leave me, never..."

It wasn't a request, but more of an order, tinged with a subtle hint of fear.

Lin Zhen didn't answer, but responded to her with a deeper hug.

Outside the window, the snow was still falling, covering the entire imperial city in pure white, hiding all the filth and blood.

Inside Fenghuan Palace, it was warm as spring. A man and a woman who controlled the world snuggled up to each other like the most ordinary loving couple in the world, as if they wanted to merge each other into their bones and blood.

However, the extremely gorgeous and heavy "Divine Phoenix Dress" and the phoenix on the skirt that looks down on the world silently remind us of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on which this love is built, and what kind of paranoid and dangerous possessiveness it contains.