Dragon?

There is a country in the north, which annexes five states; the country is founded, named Jin Ge.

Jin Gejunxian, but after the founding of the People's Republic of China, disasters continued.

It is said that there are monsters at work. Ten years ago when Jin Ge Kingdom was established as the king, the common people once saw a long-tailed beast entrenched in the sky above the imperial city.

According to records in the palace documents, the beast was called "Dragon".

……

Yanqin ten years.The emperor is over thirty years old, and the harem is vacant.

In the court hall, half of the ministers jointly played the matter.

Emperor Yanqin glared at the table angrily, and replied: "The country is uncertain, why should the family do it!"

He spoke sanctimoniously, his frowning brows were filled with concern for the country and the people.Although the admonisher still has objections, he can't find a valid reason to refute him.

Jiang Ning said humbly: Tsk tsk...this liar.

After retiring from the court, Master Jiang Xian was summoned alone.

The emperor leaned on the collapse, reviewing the memorial with one hand and holding a big white steamed bun in the other.Seeing him coming, she didn't shy away from it, and waved him to sit down, with a friendly and leisurely posture.

"The fairy sits down," he smiled at him, and asked, "How is the end of the document?"

Jiang Ningxu replied respectfully: "It has been done according to your request."

After speaking, the completed document was presented.

Emperor Yanqin took it with his own hands and inspected it word by word.

Before ascending to the throne of God, Emperor Yanqin had already started two major projects in secret.These two projects cost a lot of money, and he will come in person when he encounters problems, and there is no room for error.

Now that the project is completed, the subsequent promotion depends on the document in his hand.

Emperor Yanqin looked at it for a long time, frowned, and curled the corners of his mouth again. The sunlight outside the window was just right, and a strand of it sprinkled in his hair.

Time has not left traces on the emperor's face. He looks young and beautiful. When he smiles, there are dimples on his cheeks, but there are ice under his eyes that cannot be melted all year round.

Everyone who saw him praised him for his kindness, but they couldn't tell where it was from him, and there was still a slight alienation.

"Yes..." Emperor Zheng Yang closed the document with satisfaction: "Calmly, spread the story to the people."

"Yes." Jiang Ningxu bowed.

Looking up, there were two bowls and dishes on the table, the emperor ordered one and the other was kept aside.

He has a noble status, but there is always no one around him when he eats.

——How many years has this habit been...

Jiang Ningxu was the only one who knew the whole story.

"My emperor..."

The fist was clenched and tightened, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and said something to persuade him.

"Hey... At the beginning, when you loved him, no matter how hard you worked, you were not afraid of it. You said that it would be enough to become the king of God, but you had a long-cherished wish; now that you have fulfilled your wish, and look down on all the heroes, why bother with a cold heart?"

The smile on Emperor Yanqin's face disappeared.

"Are you also persuading me to choose a concubine?" His voice was very soft, no joy or sorrow.

Jiang Ningxu's palms were sweating.

He couldn't help but secretly scolded himself for being too confused, how could he dare to say such things to the emperor because he was deceived by his appearance.

He got to where he is today, thanks to his exquisite heart, he knows better than anyone else how cold-hearted Emperor Yanqin is.

"I dare not." He swallowed, and stepped back a little.

Emperor Yanqin stood up and walked to the window.

Jiang Ningxu saw his back with his arms behind his back.

Standing straight up, and speaking in a blunt tone, he said, "He left something on me."

The emperor called himself "I".Jiang Ningxu had heard the voice of Emperor Yanqin in the court hall, the voice of comforting soldiers, the reprimand without anger...everything he heard was different from the current one.His voice was not loud, and he spoke every word in a difficult way, as if there were small cracks, hidden and tucked away, and he didn't really want to be discovered by others.

"I feel that things are still there, as if I have left some expectations."

He covered his heart, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "You guys urged and urged, I remembered, before I knew it... It's been ten years."

The sun didn't know where to go, and the light became much darker. The emperor stood by the window and looked up at the empty sky.

"He probably doesn't want it."

After finishing speaking, he rubbed his hands, embarrassed and embarrassed.

……

In the second month of the same year, a concubine selection ceremony was held in the palace.

In name, it is to choose concubines, but in fact it is to choose the main wife for princes and generals of appropriate age, so as to ensure the even distribution of power in the court.

At night, Emperor Yanqin returned to his bedroom with his forehead stroked, and saw a painting on his case.

Suspicious in his heart, he walked over and picked up the painting.

It is a strange painting, the red, black and black lines are blurred together, and there is no signature in the painting.

Emperor Yanqin's hands trembled slightly, and the roots of his teeth creaked from his bite.

Suddenly, he slammed the painting to the ground.

The eunuchs and maids standing in a row were terrified by his actions, and all knelt down on the ground.

After dropping the painting, Emperor Yanqin paced back and forth restlessly in the room.

Suddenly remembered something, he walked up to the row of palace people who dared not show their air, and stood still.

His cold eyes fixed on the little eunuch whose head was buried the lowest, and the emperor asked him angrily, "What does painting mean?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, it is... it was sent by one, one of the maids... Said yes, the reunion picture... there is no malice, it is... Congratulations to the emperor for choosing a concubine..." The little eunuch replied tremblingly.

——You will marry a wife in the future, and then have children, and the children will have grandchildren... When you grow up, you will be busy.

——When Qiao Xi proclaims himself emperor, you little bastard can get a powerful title and be released from the palace, then I won't have anything to worry about in this world.

——I will come back to see you, your daughter-in-law, your children, your grandsons.At that time, you will be very happy, and you will not remember the dragon for a long time.

There was undisguised gloom in Emperor Yanqin's eyes, his hand grabbed the young eunuch's collar abruptly, and lifted him up abruptly: "Did the maid tell me what the person sent here looks like?"

"No, I didn't say." The little eunuch stammered, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at him.

"You brought the painting in?" The collar was gripped a little tighter, and he pulled the little eunuch closer to him, his tone so horrifying that he could shake out ice scum.

"Yes..." Beads of sweat rolled down, and the little eunuch's feet left the ground.

Grabbing the little eunuch's hand and pressing it on his chest, the emperor looked at him without blinking: "Then do you know that I was once stabbed in the heart by a painter?"

"No, no, I don't know." The little eunuch cried, as if he was about to pee his pants in fright.

Emperor Yanqin chuckled and let go of his hand abruptly.

"Everyone back down!" His eyes swept to the palace servants who were kneeling on the ground.

Then, he said to the little eunuch who was lying limp on the ground: "You! Take out the painting!"

The little eunuch's face was wrinkled, and his eyes were full of frightened tears: "Hua...how should I deal with it?"

"How to deal with it?"

The emperor repeated his words, turned around with flick of his sleeves, and looked down at him indifferently: "What do you want me to do?"

The little eunuch frowned slightly: "What are you talking about..."

"Oh, of course you can't throw away your painting. After all, you are my savior. After stabbing the knife, you saw that I was about to die, and you relented and used your inner alchemy to save me. In the end, I You regained this life again, but you lost your inner alchemy..."

Under the candlelight, the emperor looked handsome, with a smile that was not a smile.

"Without the inner alchemy, you will never be able to ascend, and you can't even maintain your human or dragon form. Zhan Yuan, it's too bad to save me, isn't it?"

His eyes were too dark to let in a ray of light, and his appearance was strange, as if he had fallen into a bewilderment.

"What a fool, why don't you simply be cruel to the end?"

The little eunuch didn't say a word, he was stingy and didn't even give him a look.

It has nothing to say to him, but he has a lot to say and a lot to ask.

— After all, it's been so long, so long...

"What does it mean to send that painting now? Wishing me a reunion? Wishing me a wife and son? It's been ten years...you choose to show up at this time...because I have a family, you can have a clear conscience? Do you think In this way, our grievances will be written off?"

He pressed harder, every word and every word was horrible.

It seemed to laugh at it for coming back to him again, as if to laugh at its innocence in wanting to get back together, as if to tear open its own wound again, and let it know that his injury was serious.

——In fact, his injury really hasn't healed.He remembered the kind of heart-wrenching pain.After being tortured for so many years, he never stopped for a moment.When he dreamed back at midnight, he still hated it very much, hating it so much.

The little eunuch sighed, patted the dust off his body in embarrassment, carefully rolled up his painting on the ground, and walked outside.

Qiao Zhi looked at its back.He painted its back many times in ten years.

He couldn't remember what it was like when it turned around, because it always left as soon as it said it, and never missed it once.And I waited where I was, not knowing why I couldn't walk away, as if I was cursed.

Clenching his fists, Qiao Zhi shouted: "Besides, you didn't really bless me. Pretend to be someone else, leave the painting and prepare to leave... If you really want to bless me, why..." Why didn't you stay longer?

The window was opened, and the moonlight poured down like water, his words stuck in his throat.

The little eunuch's body was covered with a layer of bright light, and in the next moment, he turned into a dragon.

——It was born as a dragon, without the seven emotions and six desires, but it has the mission of being born.

But it, who was destined to become him, and She Neidan saved him, was only one step away from ascension, and he couldn't maintain his form until now.

She has been sleeping in the mountains for ten years, but she still can't let go of the world. It heard that...he is going to choose a concubine.

He asked why, it didn't know why, why did it come back?

The moment he transformed into a dragon, he felt an inexplicable resistance on his body.

Before the dragon could fly into the sky, it was pulled into the room by that force and turned back into a human form.

Qiao Zhi dropped the sacrificial soul in his hand, ran over, and caught it.

Long closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling in pain.

Qiao Zhi hugged it tightly, suddenly feeling so satisfied...

His fate so far has never been favored by the heavens. Everything he wants is held in his hands through hard work.

Then there is one last thing...

He opened its sleeve, but there was no red string on his wrist.

But so what?

Long's consciousness was sluggish, his lips were slightly parted, revealing a small corner of his white teeth.

He pinched its chin and kissed it, laughing and wanting to cry uncontrollably.

Intertwined body fluid, after regaining consciousness, struggling but powerlessly resisting and pushing...

Soft lips and gloomy heart quickly became moist.

The author has something to say: whether there is an inner alchemy = whether he can ascend, Long used the inner alchemy to save Qiao Zhi.

Whether there is cultivation base = whether there is magic.