Binding the Dragon for the Empress

This dragon scale is slightly different from the ones Xuanlong gave Yan Yuan before, the previous ones were close to fan-shaped, but this one is crescent-shaped, with a faint silvery white luster on the black scales, which is surprisingly beautiful.

"Although you are insensitive to pain, you can't abuse yourself like this. I will feel distressed when I see it." Yan Yuan looked at the dragon scales in her palm with a worried expression, which reminded him of the 30 scales.

So much blood bleeds just by pulling out one piece, what about 30 pieces?

Xuan Long pursed his lips, wanting to coax him, but didn't know what to say, so he moved his lips dryly: "Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry, it's just..." It's just guilt.Yan Yuan frowned enough to kill a fly, looked up at the man's handsome face, and finally sighed: "Forget it, I'll apply the medicine for you."

"You don't need to apply medicine, just rub it casually." Xuanlong said in a low voice.

"What nonsense."

Chen Yan got the order, brought in the golden medicine and went out. Yan Yuan opened the red tasseled lid on the small jade bottle, told Xuanlong to turn sideways, and evenly sprinkled the pure white medicine powder on the wound on the back of his neck.

This is the best wound medicine in the palace, and the hemostasis should be top-notch. The strange thing is that Yan Yuan poured the whole bottle of medicine on it, but it was useless. The wound still didn't stop the bleeding, and it flowed out continuously , almost dyed Xuanlong's entire back red.

If ordinary people shed so much blood, they would have fainted a long time ago. It's not that Yan Yuan has never seen so much blood. At this moment, she still couldn't help her throat tightening: "How could this be?"

Where Ni Lin is located is the source of the dragon's heart and blood, and it can also be said to be a weakness. If it is touched a little bit harder, it will hurt the heart, let alone tearing Ni Lin off, it is better than a hundred times the pain of a severed finger. It may be cured with mortal medicine.

"I have been in good health since I was a child, but I bleed a little. You don't have to worry about it." Xuanlong's breath was a little unsteady when he spoke. He stretched out his palm, and a piece of clean white silk appeared. He held it in his palm and wiped it on the back of his neck. wipe.

The wound was already fragile, how could it withstand such torture, but Xuanlong didn't show the slightest pain on his face, Yan Yuan was startled when she saw it, she quickly got up to stop him, and said with a frown.

"How can you not take good care of yourself like this."

"Don't move."

Xuanlong obediently obeyed, and remained silent.

It's not that he doesn't love himself, but he doesn't know how to love himself.He was often injured when he was young, and was beaten bloody by his mother, and no one gave him medicine, so he could only pick up a piece of cloth that was not too dirty and wipe the wound casually.

No one taught him how to love himself.

Yan Yuan asked the eunuch outside the palace to bring in clean obscene clothes, white silk, and warm water. Xuanlong watched Yan Yuan busily busy. The latter first wrapped his wound with white silk, and her hands were so white. He is slender, and his movements are extremely gentle. Occasionally, his knuckles will accidentally touch the intact skin on the back of his neck, which is soft and warm, like tickling.

Xuanlong's Adam's apple twitched slightly, and his ears turned red dully.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Yuan's brows never stretched.

"It doesn't hurt." Xuanlong said.

He said this several times in a row, Yan Yuan believed it was true, and said with a smile: "Insensitivity to pain is indeed an advantage. When you are injured, you don't know the pain, which saves you a lot of suffering."

Thinking about it this way, he lost most of his guilt about letting Xuanlong pull the scales to save Ning Zhiyu.

Anyway, he doesn't know the pain, it's just bleeding, and I can try my best to make up for him in other ways.