On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 966 The Beloved

The second year of Shenghui, February 22, night.

After the final intense preparations during the day, Haizhou City fell into a brief calm before the storm.

On the city walls, torches were like dragons, and sentinels patrolled back and forth in the night, vigilantly watching the dark wilderness in the east.

In the military camps in the city, except for the necessary sentries, most of the soldiers have been ordered to rest early, recuperate and prepare for the upcoming final battle to the death.

The former garrison government office, now in Murong Yan's headquarters, is a completely different scene.

The warmth from the earth dragon dispelled the chill of the early spring nights in Liaodong.

The study was brightly lit by candlelight, but it did not seem grim. Instead, the soft candlelight and the elegant furnishings gave it a rare warmth.

Murong Yan was not reviewing the military newspaper.

She lazily sat sideways on a large soft couch covered with thick white tiger skin, with several soft 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 of the divine phoenix descending to the world. However, in this private and warm space, she was still wearing the black and gold mink fur cape and the solemn shawl that symbolized majesty. The mink fur belt was not tied tightly, which made her look more casual and lazy at home.

Under the warm candlelight in the study, the Phoenix Dress glowed with a soft brilliance that was completely different from that on the battlefield.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material absorbed the orange-yellow flames, and its color became increasingly calm and profound, as if it could absorb all the light and leave only the restrained dignity.

The woven golden cotton wool and real gold thread no longer reflect the cold light, but instead flow with warm and delicate dark golden waves, like the quiet lake surface under the setting sun.

On the nightgown, the pattern of the giant phoenix holding up the sky has lost all its sharpness and hostility in such an atmosphere. The layered lines of the phoenix feathers appear soft and gorgeous, like a docile phoenix resting in the arms of a lover.

One of her wide and light trumpet sleeves fell softly to the edge of the couch, with the delicate gold tassels on the cuff brushing against the white tiger skin, while the other was casually draped over her bent knee.

The black jade ring on her left thumb shone with a warm and lustrous glow under the candlelight, complementing her slender fingers.

The five-meter-long Su Jin tail also shed the "dishevel" of the battlefield at this moment, presenting an extremely lazy layout - most of it was stacked under the soft couch, like ink-gold clouds, and part of it flowed along the edge of the couch, winding on the expensive carpet, and even a small part of it playfully rolled up next to a pillow on the couch.

The soft and skin-friendly cotton and the loose design of the nightgown allow her to completely relax, like a cat with its claws retracted, nestling in her own safe territory.

Lin Zhen did not sit in the chair opposite.

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

He was not holding a book or a military newspaper in his hand, but a small jade comb, and was gently combing Murong Yan's long black hair that fell like a waterfall.

His eyes were focused and gentle, as if he was holding the most precious silk in the world in his hands and was afraid of hurting it in the slightest.

"Husband," Murong Yan moved her head slightly and rubbed his shoulder. Her voice was nasal, full of dependence and coquettishness. "Your hair-combing skills are getting better and better. It's more comfortable than the hair-combing maids in the palace."

Lin Zhen chuckled softly, his voice mellow and gentle, full of infinite doting: "As long as Yan'er likes it. I'm afraid that in this life, I will only be able to help you comb your hair."

He put down the jade comb and gently massaged her scalp with his fingers, with just the right amount of pressure.

Murong Yan squinted her eyes comfortably, like a cat whose fur was stroked, and made a very soft humming sound.

She stretched out her hand, not the one with the ring, but her right hand, and gently grabbed the tassel of the jade pendant on Lin Zhen's waist, unconsciously wrapping it around and playing with it.

"My dear husband," she suddenly remembered something and looked up at him. In the candlelight, her phoenix eyes sparkled, lacking her usual dignity and coldness, and filled with the sweet innocence of a girl. "After this battle is over and we return to Chang'an, I want to give birth to a little prince or princess for you, okay?"

Her tone was a little shy, yet full of anticipation, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

Lin Zhen paused his massage movements slightly, and the softest part of his heart was deeply touched.

He lowered his head, looking at the defenseless dependence and love on the beautiful face of the person in his arms, and a warm current mixed with indescribable sadness surged in his heart.

Doesn’t he look forward to it?

But the future was dangerous, and he was more worried about her safety.

He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. His fingertips felt the delicate warmth of her skin, and his voice became deeper and gentler: "Of course it's good. As long as it's Yan'er's, whether it's a prince or a princess, your husband will treat it as a treasure."

He paused, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes, "But Yan'er, the battle in Pyongyang is extremely dangerous, you..."

"Hush," Murong Yan extended her index finger and gently pressed it against his lips, stopping him from saying anything else. Her eyes became firm and serious. "Husband, I'm not afraid of anything as long as you're with me. I know the road ahead will be difficult, but as long as we're together, I'll brave any obstacle."

She leaned her head back on his shoulder, her voice muffled but with unquestionable strength, "You promised me that you would stay with me forever, don't go back on your word."

"No regrets." Lin Zhen hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood. "I swear as your husband that I will never leave you and will always be with you, no matter what happens."

His promise weighs a thousand pounds.

Murong Yan sighed contentedly in his arms and remained quiet for a while.

The only sounds in the study were the occasional crackling of the candlelight and the blending of their breathing.

After a while, she seemed to remember something and gently tugged at his sleeve: "Husband, I'm thirsty. I want to drink the tea made with the plum blossom snow water that you personally brewed."

This request is almost a luxury in the Liaodong border, which is far away from Chang'an and ravaged by war.

But Lin Zhen didn't hesitate at all and nodded immediately: "Okay, I'll go cook it right away. I just happened to collect some clean snow a few days ago and put it in the ice jar. Although it's not from plum blossoms, it's also refreshing."

As he spoke, he was about to stand up.

"No!" Murong Yan suddenly hugged his waist tightly, not letting him move, pouting like a naughty little girl, "Don't go now, hold me for a while, just a little while..."

Lin Zhen laughed, loving her like this. He sat back down and held her tighter in his arms, "Okay, hold her for a while longer. Then when Yan'er wants to drink, I'll go make some."

Murong Yan then smiled with satisfaction, buried her face deeply in his neck, and inhaled the reassuring scent from him.

The soft fabric of her Phoenix dress rubbed against Lin Zhen's robe.

The winding and stacked dark gold train also slid slightly on the couch with her movements.

The two of them embraced each other, enjoying the rare tranquility and warmth before the war. All the killing, conspiracy, and hatred seemed to be temporarily isolated outside this warm study.

After a long time, Murong Yan seemed a little sleepy and yawned softly. She raised her head from his arms and rubbed her eyes: "Husband, I seem to be a little sleepy."

"Then go to sleep." Lin Zhen said softly, carefully laying her flat on the couch and covering her with a soft quilt.

Murong Yan held his hand tightly, looking at him with hazy eyes: "Stay with me, wait until I fall asleep before leaving."

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Lin Zhen sat down beside the couch, still holding her hand.

Murong Yan closed her eyes peacefully, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyelids.

Soon, her breathing became even and long, and she had obviously fallen into a deep sleep.

Even in her sleep, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised with a quiet smile.

Lin Zhen looked at her sleeping face quietly, his eyes so gentle that they seemed to shed tears.

He gently brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen from her forehead, leaned over, and placed a feather-soft kiss on her smooth forehead.

"Go to sleep, my Yan'er." He whispered softly, "No matter what happens tomorrow, I will be by your side."

The flickering candlelight illuminated the empress sleeping peacefully on the couch and the man guarding her.