Binding the Dragon for the Empress

In the years before meeting Xuanlong, Yan Yuan spent New Year's Eve with Ning Zhiyu, and after the palace banquet, she would watch the New Year with Ning Zhiyu.

He thought that it was his lover in the previous life, and overthrew everything to treat him well, even disregarding his own life, and even took Xuanlong's life, only to find that he loved the wrong person.

He was full of pain and hatred and had nowhere to vent. He hated how he could recognize the wrong person, his eyes were blinded by dog ​​dung, and he ruined the lives of two people.

Ning Zhiyu was innocent after all, on the day he gave birth, Yan Yuan went to Luanfeng Palace to see him.The child was born with flaming red pupils, and it looked like a monster, so it was obvious at a glance that it was not the heir of the human race.

The palace people present were all terrified.

Yan Yuan was very calm. Not only was he not angry, but he felt faintly relaxed and relieved.This is probably the case when you don't care about the other party. No matter what the other party does, it will not arouse his emotions.

"Ibi...I'm sorry."

"I betrayed you." Ning Zhiyu was lying weakly on the bed with her long hair wet under her body, with a light smile and a calm look waiting to be dealt with.

His pale and thin face no longer aroused Yan Yuan's pity, and the love in the past dissipated like the passing wind.

Without asking who the child belonged to, Yan Yuan was not interested at all, and he calmly issued an order that when Ning Zhiyu's body was recovered, he could go to the cold palace by himself.

As for the children, they can stay without execution.

His Ah Zhi is not a pure-blooded human race, with green eyes and dragon horns similar to Xuanlong, there is no reason why he cannot live if he is not a human race.

Even if the products of adultery deserve death, it is not an exaggeration to punish the nine clans. For the sake of past affection, he does not want to kill them all.

The most important reason is that he wants to accumulate some blessings for his children.

Ah Zhi is the name Yan Yuan gave her child.

Ah Zhi, Ah Zhi.

Hold your hand and grow old together.

That is his long-cherished wish that has not been fulfilled in this life, it is his nostalgia and commemoration for Xuanlong, it is his obsession with Xuanlong.The existence of Ah Zhi is the proof that Xuanlong has been here.

If there is a next life, he will go to him with this obsession, ask for his forgiveness, and start over with him again.

The queen who was favored in the past will be thrown into the cold palace, and there is a lot of wailing in the Luanfeng Palace, Yan Yuan turns around and walks out, leaving behind those pleading words.

As the protagonist, Ning Zhiyu was as calm as Yan Yuan, and didn't feel sorry for his fate at all. He took out two identical silver hairpins from under the pillow, and called him with a light smile.

"A yuan."

Yan Yuan stopped in her footsteps, turned her back to him and did not turn her head.

Today, they have nothing to say.

Ning Zhiyu didn't mind that he didn't look at her, she was holding the silver hairpin with her pale fingers, and the tip of her other finger was stroking the not-so-delicate cloud patterns on the tail of the hairpin.

"Look, this is the silver hairpin given to me on Qiqiao Festival."

"I lost the first one...you found the same one and gave it to me." Hearing what he said, Yan Yuan slowly turned around and looked at the man on the bed.

"The one that was lost later, I found it under the bed. When the palace servants were cleaning, they accidentally slipped the hairpin from under the pillow into the crack of the bed."

Ning Zhiyu looked at Yan Yuan with a smile, her eyes were red.

"You have a heart."

"I have never regretted being a husband and wife."

Yan Yuan walked over stiffly, looking at the two silver hairpins with the same pattern in Ning Zhiyu's hand: "...Which one was given to you later?"

After a while, Ning Zhiyu handed out the silver hairpin in her right hand, and Yan Yuan raised her hand to take it gently, her vision blurred by the hot fog.

Later, Yan Yuan didn't pay attention to what Ning Zhiyu said, and took the hairpin back to Qiankun Palace without saying a word.

One can imagine Xuanlong's mood when he bought this hairpin.

He must have seen something, saw that he gave this hairpin to Ning Zhiyu, and then went to buy an identical one.

The Qiqiao Festival that day was really very lively... Thinking about it now, it still feels lively, but looking around, it was cold and cold. Xuanlong's mood at that time should be the same as he is now.

He used Xuanlong's deep affection and unrepentance as the butt of ridicule, and imposed the stigma of stealing and jealousy on him, but he didn't know that the dragon actually wanted to secretly hide the heart that loved him, so as not to be trampled by him.

But he was extremely vile, and he insisted on embarrassing him and smashing his dignity.

Yan Yuan looked up at the white sky.

It snowed again today.

Really cold.

……

Luanfeng Hall.

"In half a month, the body of this deity will be able to reappear in the world. Are you really not going with this deity?"

The people in the palace withdrew, and since the child was born, Ning Zhiyu didn't even look at it. He was lying on the bed with a calm expression beyond sadness.

"Don't go."

"You would rather live in the cold palace than go with this deity?" The voice in his head became violent.

"This is my home." Ning Zhiyu said softly.

"You are really cruel...you don't even want to look at your own children."

Ning Zhiyu looked at the air above: "When I saw him, I thought of you and felt sick."

This sentence successfully made the demon king shut up.

After a while, Ning Zhiyu asked: "How to break the demonic Gu."

Demon Lord's deep voice contained hostility: "It can't be cracked."

Ning Zhiyu clenched the quilt tightly with both hands: "You said that the magic gu would not harm his body, you lied to me..."

Mozun sneered: "Yes, originally it would not cause any harm. Who told him to fall in love with Xuanlong again, so he will suffer from anti-addiction if he empathizes with another love."

"Shouldn't you be happy?"

Yan Yuan's headache is getting worse day by day, if this continues, she may die of illness.Ning Zhiyu gritted her teeth and said: "...you help him undo the Gu, and I will go with you."

"It's really a love that moves the world."

"I'm going to cry when I hear this."

……

Three years later.

The sun was setting and the moon was above the treetops. The little man was sitting alone on the steps outside the Qiankun Palace, with his hands on his knees, looking up at the bright jade disc in the sky.

He was dressed in a small turquoise brocade robe, with a tender face, two short and thick black horns on the top of his head, and his green pupils reflected the moonlight, making him look enchantingly beautiful.

A eunuch ran over from the side, bent over and asked, "Your Highness, what's the matter with you?"

"It's late at night, why do you have to sit here? Come in with the servant, be careful not to catch a cold..."

The little man was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "Father is drunk again."

Once the father was drunk, he would hold him and cry, calling his mother's name at him, crying very hurtful.

He didn't want to upset his father.

"This..." the eunuch hesitated for a moment and said. "The little highness went down to persuade the emperor, telling him to drink less, too much alcohol will hurt his health."

"The emperor won't listen to what other people say, so he just listens to His Highness."

Yan Zhi whispered: "But he will be even more sad when he sees me..." The little hand picked up the weeds growing in the cracks of the steps, looked up at the eunuch, the corners of his eyes were red: "Mother, what the hell is that?" It's time to come back...does he not want Ah Zhi and his father?..."

Eunuch: "Yes, your highness is so cute, how could the empress not want you, he just left temporarily."

"After the little Highness grows up, he will come back."

After Ning Zhiyu was deposed, Yan Yuan made a new queen, and the new queen was the prince's biological mother, Han Bo.

Everyone knows that the crown prince was born by the emperor and a dragon. In the past, Yan Yuan sent someone to ask the storyteller to compile a book about Xuanlong who sacrificed his life to save his life, and publicized it every day in teahouses and brothels. The prince born by this monster has become the reincarnation of the real dragon emperor, and the green pupils and dragon horns are the best proof.

The process of the emperor and Xuanlong getting to know each other, meeting, falling in love and having a child has gradually become a good story.No one would laugh at Ah Zhi for being different. He was loved by Yan Yuan like a baby, and lived innocently and happily in the palace. The only trouble was that his mother didn't come back for a long time.

When mother came back and their family was reunited, father would not cry all the time, and he wouldn't have to hide in bed secretly to miss mother, and he didn't dare to let father know.

"real?……"

"Then Ah Zhi needs to grow up quickly."

The eunuch squatted beside the little man, wrinkling his face with a smile: "It's true."

"Your Highness, are you willing to enter the house with the slave now?"

Yan Zhi nodded: "Mmm..."

The eunuch leaned over to pick up the little man and sent him to the gate of the palace.

"Father...you promised Ah Zhi to drink less alcohol."

The inner hall was dark, with high-hanging tents, and a man with loose long hair was leaning on the couch, holding a jade pot in his hand and pouring wine into his mouth.His white face was morbidly pale, and the end of his eyes was red. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked over with drunken eyes. His arm holding the flagon hung to the edge of the bed, and he stretched out his hand towards the little man, breathing out the alcohol indistinctly. .

"Ah Zhi..."

"Where have you been, let the emperor find it easy."

The little man walked towards Yan Yuan, stopped by the bed, raised his small hand to wipe the tears from the corners of Yan Yuan's eyes, and replied in a low voice, "Ah Zhi is sitting outside the door."

"Ah Zhi doesn't like father drinking."

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Father is happy." Yan Yuan smiled, picked up the little man from the bed, looked wobbly, but was actually extraordinarily stable.

Ah Zhi knew that the Mid-Autumn Festival was the festival of reunion. He had heard from the palace people that the festival of reunion was for the whole family to have a happy meal together.Ah Zhi turned around in Yan Yuan's arms, wrapped his small arms around Yan Yuan's neck, and said muffledly, "Father, don't cry."

"Well, father doesn't cry." Yan Yuan placed her big palm on his young back and buried her face in his neck. "Father does not cry..."

He said he didn't want to cry, but Ah Zhi felt wet and hot tears on his neck, and the body around him was trembling constantly. Ah Zhi called Father Emperor softly, and Yan Yuan suddenly choked up.

Seeing him crying, Ah Zhi couldn't help crying too, the father and son hugged each other and wept into a ball, Yan Yuan said something he didn't understand.

"Father, I'm sorry..."

"A Zhi... Father, I'm sorry for you."

The eunuch said that when he grows up, his mother will come back to reunite with their family.But before he could grow up, his father fell ill.

Yan Yuan's headaches have continued for five years. He seems to be alive, but in fact he is a walking corpse. After five years of hard work, he finally couldn't.

On the day Father left, Ah Zhi stayed by his bed, held his big hand and cried heartbreakingly: "Father, don't leave Ah Zhi..."

"Don't leave Ah Zhi..."

No matter how many wrong things Yan Yuan has done in the past, in the eyes of little Ah Zhi, his father is the pillar supporting him. He has never seen his mother, only his father.

His father's hands were so big and powerful that he could easily lift him up, and his father's hands were very warm, making him feel at ease.But why did the father's hands become so cold, it was so cold that he was afraid.

The person on the bed was thin and dull, and the title of the most beautiful man in the capital was no longer suitable for Yan Yuan.He is only 25 this year, but he is as old as an old man who is dying in his twilight years, without any life left.

Yan Yuan half-closed her eyes and looked at the little man beside the bed, his Ah Zhi was not much higher than the edge of the bed, crying pitifully, which made people feel distressed.

"Azhi...Father, I am looking for your mother, don't cry..."

The little man cried and shook his head, grasping Yan Yuan's big palm with both hands: "Then Father brought Ah Zhi with him, and Ah Zhi is going too..."

Yan Yuan smiled angrily: "Ah Zhi, good boy...go out of the palace with your Aunt Hua, she will accompany you."

"When Ah Zhi grows up... Father and Mother will come back to see you together..."