HCB Chapter 1149 Business Matters Must Come First, Business Matters Must Come First
Chapter 1149 Business Matters Must Come First, Business Matters Must Come First
Murong Yan was overjoyed to see his discomfiture, laughing so hard in his arms that her luxurious dress trembled slightly.
"Alright, alright, my dear prince," she said, suppressing a laugh, patting his chest. "Important matters come first. Let's set a date first, so you won't be so anxious every day."
Lin Zhen glared at her, sat up in bed with annoyance, and shouted towards the outside of the hall, "Bring it here!"
Soon, a young eunuch, with his head bowed and back bent, brought in a red lacquered tray at an almost jogging pace.
On the tray lay a bright yellow scroll.
Lin Zhen grabbed the scroll, unfolded it, and saw that three dates were written on it in neat, official script.
"The seventh day of the seventh lunar month is the Qiqiao Festival, an auspicious day for marriage and good fortune in relationships."
"On the fifteenth of August, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is full, a time for weddings and family reunions."
"On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, people climb mountains to make betrothal gifts and wish for long life and good fortune."
"These old guys, they've got a good eye for choosing dates." Lin Zhen's displeasure subsided slightly as he looked at the three dates.
These three days are indeed rare and auspicious days.
"Yan'er, which one do you think is better?" He handed the scroll to Murong Yan.
Murong Yan took it and looked at it, a thoughtful look flashing in her beautiful phoenix eyes.
Wearing the Phoenix Descent Dress, which served as her only nightgown, she walked barefoot down from the phoenix bed and came to the window.
The morning sunlight streamed through the glass windows, bathing her in a soft golden glow on her otherwise deep-colored dress.
The deep black Suzhou brocade base, under the sunlight, no longer appeared so heavy, but instead presented a light and airy texture, like a thin veil.
Sunlight filtered through the thin fabric, subtly outlining her slender and beautiful figure, carrying a hazy yet deadly allure.
The giant phoenix embroidered with real gold thread seemed to come alive under the sunlight.
Each phoenix feather shimmers with dazzling light, brimming with unparalleled vitality and joy.
She stood quietly by the window, her long, dark gold Suzhou brocade train, five zhang long, spread out casually behind her, like a flowing sea of golden sand ignited by the sunlight.
Quiet, beautiful, peaceful.
Lin Zhen felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at the scene before her.
He suddenly realized that Du Ruhui's visit today wasn't so bad after all.
At least, it allowed him to see such a touching side of the woman he loved.
"Let's make it the seventh day of the seventh lunar month." After a long while, Murong Yan finally spoke slowly, her voice carrying a hint of longing that was barely perceptible.
"The seventh day of the seventh lunar month?" Lin Zhen was a little surprised. "Why choose this date? It's the closest date to now. Isn't our preparation time too rushed?"
"I can't wait any longer." Murong Yan turned around and looked at him, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with tenderness.
“My husband, I have been waiting for this day for far too long.”
"I don't want to wait any longer."
Lin Zhen's heart was struck hard by those words.
He stepped forward and embraced her tightly.
"Okay, let's do it on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month."
……
The wedding date was set just like that.
The entire palace, and even the entire city of Chang'an, was plunged into an unprecedented state of busyness and celebration.
Red silk and festive lanterns were hung in almost every corner of Chang'an.
The Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Household Department, which were responsible for organizing the wedding, were extremely busy.
Although Lin Zhen said he wanted to be a hands-off manager and not care about anything,
But when it comes to his and Yan'er's lifelong happiness, how can he really put his mind at ease?
He was involved in almost every detail, from the wedding process to the guest list and even Murong Yan's phoenix coronet and wedding gown; he personally oversaw and approved everything.
He vowed to give his daughter Yan'er the most unique and grand wedding in the world.
Murong Yan, under his "power," enjoyed a few rare days of leisure.
She no longer had to get up before dawn to attend court, nor did she have to review those mountains of memorials.
Every day, he would wake up naturally, and then, accompanied by Lin Zhen, he would take a walk in the Imperial Garden and admire the flowers.
Or perhaps he would stay in Qifeng Pavilion, watching him handle the government affairs that came back from all over the country.
Lin Zhen's focused and charming demeanor while handling government affairs is captivating.
Unlike those old pedants who quote classical texts and use archaic language, he didn't.
His style has always been simple, direct, and efficient.
He can solve seemingly intractable problems with just a few words, getting straight to the heart of the matter.
Murong Yan liked watching him quietly like this.
She would personally brew him a pot of Junshan Yinzhen tea, his favorite drink.
Then, I peeled a few of his favorite crystal grapes for him myself.
Watching him, after finishing a thorny political matter, he looked up and gave me a loving, tired smile.
Then, she would step forward and gently hug him from behind, massaging his shoulders, which were stiff from sitting at his desk for long periods of time.
"My husband, you've worked hard."
"It's not hard work." Lin Zhen would hold her hand, place it to his lips, and gently kiss it. "For my Yan'er, for the sake of our Great Qian Dynasty, I would gladly serve as a slave."
Such a simple yet warm and cozy life was something they never dared to dream of before.
There were no more conspiracies, no more killings, and no more of those endless headaches.
In their hearts, only deep love remained for each other.
And boundless aspirations for the future.
It was afternoon that day.
Lin Zhen, unusually, finished handling all his official business ahead of schedule.
He glanced at Murong Yan, who was nestled on the soft couch, engrossed in the book, and a mischievous smile crept onto his lips.
He quietly walked up behind her and then suddenly picked her up, book and all.
"ah!"
Murong Yan was startled by his sudden action, and the book in her hand fell to the ground.
Instinctively, she stretched out her arms and hugged his neck tightly.
"Husband, what...what are you doing! You scared me to death!" she said playfully, giving his chest a light punch.
"What are we doing?" Lin Zhen kissed her pretty face hard. "Of course, we're doing something important."
After saying that, he picked her up and strode towards the bedroom.
Murong Yan's face instantly turned red again.
This man is becoming more and more lawless!
And this is in broad daylight!
"You...you put me down! Put me down now! If the palace servants see this, it will be so...so embarrassing..." she struggled, her voice barely audible.
"What's there to be embarrassed about?" Lin Zhen said matter-of-factly. "It's only natural for me to hug my own wife! Anyone who dares to gossip about it, I'll rip their tongue out!"
As he spoke, he walked to the large phoenix couch.
He gently placed her on the soft bedding, and then covered her with his own body.
"Yan'er," he said, looking into her phoenix eyes, which were glistening with shyness and nervousness, his voice hoarse, "shouldn't we do something to contribute to the crown prince of our Great Qian Dynasty?"
Murong Yan's heart started pounding wildly.
She knew she couldn't escape today.
She slowly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly like butterfly wings.
However, just as Lin Zhen lowered his head, preparing to kiss her...
One, that damnably familiar voice rang out from outside the hall once again.
"Your Majesty! Your Highness! A military report from the Northern Frontier, delivered with utmost urgency!"