Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Ten thousand years later.world.

"A bunch of trash! You can't even diagnose my queen's illness! What use are you for!!"

In the Luanfeng Hall, the young emperor in a red and gold silk wedding robe slapped the edge of the bed angrily, pointing at Wu Ya and cursing the imperial physicians who were kneeling on the ground.

"Your majesty...the ministers, ministers, etc. are in panic..." The imperial physicians pressed their foreheads to the ground one after another, trembling and wailing.

"Fear and panic! You know the fear! My Zhiyu is sick like this, and you are still panic! If you can't think of a way to save him, you will all pick off your heads!"

The emperor's eyes were red, and after he finished shouting, he fell down on the edge of the bed, exhausted. When his peach blossom eyes touched the unconscious man on the bed, his eyes turned from anger to softness. His slender fingers touched the man's jade-like face lovingly. through endless pain.

Behind the red brocade tent, the man also wore a bright red wedding gown, with a golden silk phoenix on it, making his waist weak and his face pale.

Ning Zhiyu, the son of the current prime minister.

As his name suggests, he is quiet and dignified, and his appearance is like the breeze and the moon. Yan Yuan has fallen in love with him since she met in the prime minister's mansion a few years ago. Since then, she has regarded him as a treasure in her palm like a demon, a cinnabar mole, and she is afraid of falling in the palm of her hand. I'm afraid it will melt in my mouth, it's the treasure of treasures.

After Yan Yuan finally got her wish and married her sweetheart, today is the day.

What no one expected was that on the night of the wedding, Ning Zhiyu suddenly fell ill and his life was dying. None of the hundreds of imperial physicians in the imperial hospital could diagnose what ailment he was suffering from.

There was no sound in the huge bedroom, and when everyone was in danger, a young imperial doctor dressed in a vermilion crane robe came out from the crowd and knelt down ten steps away from Yan Yuan.

"Your Majesty, I have a method, maybe you can try it."

"Say." Yan Yuan cast her eager eyes on him, her voice was deep.

The young imperial physician raised his head, parted his red lips slightly, and said with a faint smile:

"Outside Chang'an City, at the foot of Jinghua Mountain, there is a thousand-year-old pond, and there is a mysterious dragon in the pond."

"Dragon heart can be used as medicine to cure all kinds of diseases."

"Dragon Heart?" Yan Yuan frowned. "How to get it."

"There are many magicians cultivating immortals in Chang'an City, Your Majesty can ask them for help." The imperial physician said.

Yan Yuan pondered for a moment: "Tomorrow I will take someone there personally, and I will definitely bring back the dragon's heart..." He firmly held Ning Zhiyu's hand hanging on the edge of the bed: "Save me, Ayu."