Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Yan Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, she stared at the person on the rack, and said softly, "Tell me how you treated him, and I will spare your wife and daughter."

The jailer never thought that violating a prisoner would bring disaster to himself, let alone no success at all.He begged for mercy, dying.

"I don't dare to be humble anymore... Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

"Death..."

Yan Yuan took the tongs from the prison officer, and pressed the red-hot triangle head on the jailer's chest. The tongs scalded the prisoner's clothes and stuck to the meat, making a "sizzling" sound, in exchange for the jailer's heart-piercing screams .

The air smelled of burnt meat.

"Say."

"What did you do to him?"

Yan Yuan was surprisingly calm.

The tongs were heated three or four times, and the jailer's chest was almost cooked. He passed out several times and was woken up by cold water.Xu knew that he was doomed, so he was finally willing to say it.

"I wanted to be happy with him... He refused, so I pulled out his nails and kicked him in the stomach..."

The heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible giant palm, slowly tightened until deformed, the corners of Yan Yuan's eyes became redder as she listened, blood dripped from under the sleeve robe, and fell on the dusty ground.

"... Your Majesty, please forgive me."

"Your Majesty...have mercy..." The half-dead jailer was still begging for mercy.

Seeing the blood dripping from the underside of Yan Yuan's sleeve, the prison officer hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, you are injured..."

Yan Yuan didn't feel the pain, he didn't want to stay in this place any longer, turned around, and said dumbly: "Pull out his nails, chop them up, and feed them to the dog."

"Yes……"

When passing by the cell where Xuanlong was imprisoned, Yan Yuan stopped, and he turned sideways to look in, it was empty, pitch black, and there was nothing left.The straw and bedding that Xuanlong had slept on were all cleaned up.

People cannot be resurrected from the dead.

The same goes for demons.

Even if Yan Yuan cannot accept this fact, she must accept it.

He stayed for a while before continuing to walk out along the dark corridor. The cold wind penetrated through the pores into his bare neck, causing a shiver.

Yan Yuan remembered that Xuanlong was afraid of the cold. He always thought that Xuanlong liked water, so he would not be afraid of the cold.

It turned out that there were many, many things he didn't know.

It wasn't that the dragon refused to tell him, it was that he never gave him a chance to speak freely.

Xuanlong didn't say a lot when he suffered from him, and he didn't tell him when he was wronged by others, because the person who caused such a situation and made him fall into eternal doom was him, Yan Yuan herself.

When she came out of the iron gate of the prison, Yan Yuan's eyes were dazzled by the bright light outside, and she staggered and was about to fall. Chen Yan hurriedly reached out to support him: "Your Majesty..."

Yan Yuan let Chen Yan support her, and walked forward blankly facing the sunlight, unable to figure out how Shengdong had such a strong sun, let alone why his heart was so cold when the sun was clearly so strong.

"Chen Yan..."

"Hey, Your Majesty, the servant is here." Chen Yan replied hoarsely.

Yan Yuan's pale lips moved slightly: "I am the most stingy..."

"I'm the most stingy..."

"...I was so stingy that I refused to give him any comfort, and I refused to let him taste any comfort. When he was tired, he left..."

"Never coming back..."

Ever since Xuanlong left, Yan Yuan became more ill. She would roll over and over on the bed when she had a persistent headache. When the pain was extreme, she would knock her forehead against a hard object. The palace servants could not hold her back .

After finally calming down, when he fell asleep, he would dream, calling Xuanlong's name constantly, sometimes giggling, sometimes crying bitterly, begging him not to leave.

The wine could no longer suppress Yan Yuan's headache, and in just ten days, he lost a lot of weight. Chen Yan looked at Yan Yuan at this time, and found that there were a few silver strands on his temples.

New Year's Eve is approaching, and Yan Yuan is only 20 years old after the Chinese New Year.

Chen Yan didn't understand why his remorse was born, was it because of guilt?If he felt guilty, then when Xuanlong was alive, he shouldn't have been in such a bleak situation.

He loves but doesn't know. He is used to being arrogant and self-willed, so he thinks that the world will always revolve around him.

"Not coming back."

"Your Majesty, there are some things and things that cannot be regretted." Chen Yan looked at the distant sky, the cage built by the vermilion high wall blocked the outside world, maybe Xuanlong's departure would be a good thing for him.

At least he's free.

"But Chen Yan, I regret it..." Yan Yuan's words were already crying, and her handsome face was covered with tears. "I regret..."

Chen Yan sighed: "The dead are gone, the emperor should take a look at the people around him."

"Since the Empress woke up, you haven't met him, can you go to his place for dinner today?"

All this is for Ning Zhiyu.

Regardless of safety and danger, he sneaked into the thousand-year-old ancient pool, lured that simple-minded stupid dragon back to the palace, coaxed him to draw Lin, and forced him to hand over the inner alchemy, all for Ning Zhiyu and to save the life of his sweetheart.

Now his goal has finally succeeded, Ning Zhiyu has won the heart of the dragon, and he will live a long life and grow old with him forever.

Hua Niang is right, what else is he dissatisfied with?

He should amnesty the world, let the whole country enjoy the same joy, and let the people of the entire Da Rong Dynasty experience this joy together, but in fact, the longer Xuanlong left, the more empty Yan Yuan felt.His soul seemed to leave with the other party.

He never even thought of Ning Zhiyu in his spare time, because he always had a headache, and the more he thought about Xuanlong, the pain would come, so painful that he had to use alcohol to numb himself, and in the long run, a vicious circle.

He had that dream repeatedly, dreaming that Xuanlong was lying in his arms, with a smile on his lips, saying that he was dying.

"Don't cry... the scars left by the karmic fire will be engraved on the soul, and will be carried in reincarnation. When I fall into reincarnation, you come to find me..."

"When you see me, you can recognize me at a glance..."

Yan Yuan gradually became certain that she must have admitted the wrong person.

Otherwise, how could he and Xuanlong be so affectionate in the dream, even the details are clear, otherwise, how could the pain of losing his lover be so unforgettable, making him heartbroken every time he tasted it...

And he never dreamed of Ning Zhiyu.

Yan Yuan didn't really want to see him, he knew that Ning Zhiyu was innocent, and it was he who personally blocked Xuanlong's retreat and made him fall into the abyss.

But that doesn't prevent him from remembering how he bullied, coaxed, and tortured Xuanlong all the way when he saw Ning Zhiyu.

He is deliberately avoiding.

Even for a long time, Yan Yuan didn't dare to enter the side hall where Xuanlong lived. There are too many memories there, most of them are bad memories.

Xuanlong gave him everything, but he never gave him even a little warmth. No wonder at the last moment, he lay in his arms and kept shouting cold.

Hua Niang was released from the palace by Yan Yuan, and the child stayed behind.That child whom he once yelled at one by one, was the only thought Xuanlong left for him.

It was born by Xuanlong desperately.

Yan Yuan didn't understand why her former self had such repulsive and disgusting emotions, she knew that their child was born so lovable, with the same green pupils and dragon horns as Xuanlong, and a soft and lovely white face.

His character really followed Xuanlong when he was a baby, he almost never cried, only when he was extremely hungry, he broke down and cried aggrieved once or twice. He takes a name.

He promised Xuanlong that he should look through the classics and think of the most appropriate one, but every time he saw the child's eyes similar to Xuanlong's, he always cried.

When I cry, I can't think of anything.

The streets and alleys are full of notices. It is the order of the emperor himself. He wants to search for monks all over the country. The role of this monk is not to cast down demons, but to save them.

Whoever can rescue the soul-stirring Xuanlong will be promoted to rank and rewarded with a million taels of gold, or, as long as a capable person speaks, no matter what the request is, the emperor will satisfy it.

As long as Xuanlong can come back.

Everyone said Yan Yuan was crazy.

Only Yan Yuan knows that he is not crazy, he is doing what he should do most soberly, if the dragon does not come back, he will be crazy.

On the 20th day after Xuanlong left, he couldn't bear it anymore and stepped into the side hall of Qiankun Palace.He missed him so much, missed his breath, missed his hug, missed the way he clumsily followed his instructions in an attempt to please him, missed the way he pursed his lips when he was angry, but all of that was gone.

Even the aura belonging to Xuanlong in the air is not left sporadic, the only thing that can comfort Yan Yuan is that the decoration of the side hall is still the same as before, and the mattress that Xuanlong once slept on is still spread there.

Brocade bedding and soft pillows of the same color were neatly spread on the bed.He didn't like being too far away from Xuanlong, even if it was on the bed, he would sleep next to the dragon afterwards, and the two of them always shared the same pillow.

Yan Yuan buried herself in the soft bed, grabbed the quilt that Xuanlong had covered, and sniffed hard in her nose. She seemed to be able to smell a clear and cold fragrance, which was very faint, and she couldn't tell if it was a hallucination or reality.

He inhaled the pleasant smell like a poppy addict, but there was only bitterness and pain in his heart. He bit his hand bone and cried obsessively.

"Apo..."

"Apo..."

After sleeping drowsily all night, Yan Yuan was woken up by a headache. After he came here, he was reluctant to leave and asked someone to deliver breakfast.There are very few good memories between him and Xuanlong, and they didn't even have a few meals together safely, and they seemed to be arguing all the time.

No, no, to be precise, it was Yan Yuan's unilateral attack. If Xuanlong didn't hand over the inner alchemy, he would turn his back on him.That dragon doesn't talk much, so he won't quarrel with him, no matter how harsh the words are, he won't make a sound when he hears them.

The palace servants filed in and put the delicate breakfast on the table. When a piece of soft peach cake appeared in sight, Yan Yuan was stunned.He used this pastry to coax Xuanlong before, coaxing him to hand over the inner alchemy.

Yan Yuan sat at the table, her hands hanging on her legs tightened.

"Suddenly I'm not hungry anymore... let's all withdraw."

Chen Yan next to him stepped forward: "Your Majesty, this...you can use it a little bit,"

Yan Yuan refused, Chen Yan waved his hand and asked the palace servants to take away the breakfast that had just been served, and retreated with the palace servants, leaving Yanyuan alone in the room.

When she calmed down, the bone-thirsty thoughts became more and more like a shadow, Yan Yuan got up and walked to the inner room, stroking the bronze mirror used by Xuanlong with her palm, and the dressing table, on which was also the silver hairpin he had given to Xuanlong, Xuanlong Long didn't want it, he insisted on staying.

Xuanlong's clothes are placed in the closet.

Everything is fine.

Only the owner of these things is gone.

Just as she was about to close the door of the cupboard, she suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something hidden under the stack of black robes. Yan Yuan lifted the robes, revealing a brown wooden box.

When I opened it, I found that there were more than a dozen wooden figures of similar size, and they were all carved out of the same person, wearing dragon robes and imperial crowns.Some are rough, others are delicate and carefully painted.