Binding the Dragon for the Empress

"Ayu!" Yan Yuan suddenly sat up from the bed, Ming Huang Jin was slid from her body to her waist, staring at the front with her eyes wide open, breathing violently.

Xuanlong was taken aback, and sat up slowly enduring the pain in his body, looking at Yan Yuan with faint worry in his ice-green eyes: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Yan Yuan seemed to have just woken up from a dream at this time, and slowly turned her head to stare at Xuanlong, her charming peach eyes were bloodshot at the moment, looking a little ferocious.

Xuanlong had never seen Yan Yuan like this before, and he didn't know what to do for a while, but he was no longer at a loss in his heart, and his face was expressionless: "You..."

Before she could speak, Yan Yuan stared and turned her head away, threw off the quilt, got off the bed and put on her clothes, with a kind of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Yan Yuan took off the clean obscene clothes from the mica screen, and after putting them on, she took off the cyan dragon-patterned casual clothes, and continued to dress with her back to Xuanlong on the bed, not wanting to talk to him.

It's not the time to wake up in the morning yet, the rain outside is not stopping, and the hall is as quiet as if there is no one there.

Xuanlong is the worst at dealing with such situations. If Yan Yuan gets angry with him, he doesn't even know how to coax him, and will just tell him not to be angry.But at this moment, Yan Yuan didn't understand what happened, she was fine last night, why did she lose her temper all of a sudden.

"Ayuan. You..." Xuanlong guessed that he was so inexplicable because he was not happy, but Yanyuan didn't give him a chance to ask.

"Don't call me that." Yan Yuan stopped the hand on the belt, her tone was not heavy enough to make Xuan Long shut up.

"Don't talk to me either."

In this world, except for his father, queen and queen, only Ning Zhiyu should be qualified to call him like this.

Back then when he coaxed Xuanlong to be happy, he pestered him to call himself 'Ayuan', but now he regretted it.

That dream was like a wakeup call.

Seeing that he was not happy, Xuan Long remained silent, quietly looking at his tall back, feeling a little dazed in his heart.

Yan Yuan treated Xuanlong as air, and did not say a word to him when she left. There was a knock on the door, and it was time, and it was Chen Yan who came to call him to court.

The palace door suddenly opened from the inside, Chen Yan raised his head and saw the emperor with untied hair coming out sullenly, he said in surprise, "Your Majesty, this is..."

"Go to the Luanfeng Hall." Yan Yuan left without saying anything, and walked in a hurry, Chen Yan looked up at the rain under the eaves, and hurriedly followed with an umbrella: "Oh, my emperor, take care of yourself... ..."

The rain became more and more irritable, as if a piece of the sky had leaked, the storm went together, and when Yan Yuan arrived at the Luanfeng Hall, half of her body was soaked, and the smooth cloth stuck to her body coldly, he didn't care, just stumbled to Running inside the hall, Chen Yan was left behind.

Seeing the jade-like man on the bed, Yan Yuan's eyes got wet, she knelt down beside the bed without any manners, grabbed the man's beautiful hand and pressed it to her face, murmured obsessively:

"Ayu..."

"Ayu..."

At this moment, he felt that he had truly come alive.

That dream was so painful.

It was as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest.

Yan Yuan had dreamed of that scene countless times, she clearly couldn't see the man's face clearly, but that kind of despair clings to him like a bone-piercing one, making him wish to die immediately with the man in the dream.

That is a very important person to him, much more important than his own life, Yan Yuan is absolutely sure of this.

He started having that dream very early on.

Since I was 14 years old, I have met men in my dreams almost every night. Every time it is such a tragic scene, and my pillow is always wet every time I wake up.

That man was so cruel that he made him suffer so much, but he didn't even let him see what he looked like.

He thought, it must be his lover from the previous life, otherwise how could he fall into his dream so stubbornly and strangely.

He probably wanted to find him by himself, but Yan Yuan was the crown prince at the time, and he hadn't even been out of the palace a few times, so he didn't know where to find him, so he could only wait for the other party to find him .

Since it is fate, we will meet each other.

Yan Yuan waited and waited, and waited for a long time. After her 16th birthday, her father said that she would choose one of the noble daughters to be his princess, but he refused without thinking about it. He knew that he loved He is holding a man, although he doesn't know what that man looks like.

But he knew he would come.

That summer, Yan Yuan met Ning Zhiyu, and the bloody face of the man in the dream became clear...

On that day, he followed his father out of the palace to visit the sick prime minister in the prime minister's mansion. His father went into the prime minister's bedroom to visit. Yan Yuan was waiting outside. When he was in a hurry, he couldn't help but wander around. garden.

At that time, Ning Zhiyu was already 17 years old, one year older than Yan Yuan. She was born with a gentle appearance, but she was extremely soft-tempered. He died of dystocia, so even though Ning Zhiyu was the son of the prime minister, anyone could step on him secretly, anyway, the prime minister never cared much about this frail and sick son.

When Yan Yuan met Ning Zhiyu, he was forced by his younger brother to climb up the tree to pick up a kite. The tree was as tall as several people. Ning Zhiyu was wearing a moon white robe, and her two thin arms were struggling to climb up the tree trunk. The sleeves were piled up under the armpit, and when he was about to touch the kite, he stepped on the air and fell down.

Ning Zhiyu seemed to be used to it, and was about to stand up tremblingly. Seeing that his cheap brother was injured, Ning Hong, the prime minister's son-in-law, knew that he had caused trouble. Grease it.

The moment Ning Zhiyu turned towards him, Yan Yuan's heart was suddenly hit——

He looked at the blood on Ning Zhiyu's face, and then thought of the bloody face of the man in his dream. He was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. He didn't know who he was feeling sorry for, whether it was the man in the dream or the man in front of him. He couldn't tell. .

Ning Zhiyu's lips were pale, and there was no one around her. She was about to leave the garden unsteadily, but Yan Yuan stepped out of the dark place where she was hiding, and stood in front of him and asked in a daze, "Do you...do it hurt?"

Yan Yuan was dressed in casual clothes, and Ning Zhiyu had never seen His Highness the Crown Prince before, she only thought that he was a noble son of some family, after being slightly startled, she shook her head with a smile:

"It doesn't hurt."

That smile was very bleak and helpless.

In the dream, Yan Yuan couldn't see the man's face clearly, and couldn't hear the man's words clearly, but through the mouth movements, he could vaguely guess that the man also told him that it didn't hurt.

He was obviously hurt so badly, but he comforted him that it didn't hurt.

"Why doesn't it hurt?..." Yan Yuan asked with a stern throat.

"Get used to it, and it won't hurt anymore." Ning Zhiyu still smiled, his eyes were beautiful, as clear and gentle as his temperament, Yan Yuan felt that the man in the dream should also have such gentle eyes, and then Following the impulse in his heart, he said softly.

"Come with me, I won't hurt you again in the future."

"I will protect you."