Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Xianchen calendar 1345 million and 10 years, early winter.

There was a rare blizzard in the heavens, and the Jiuzhongtian was unprecedentedly cold. The gods, who could maintain their body temperature only by spiritual power, had to add more clothes and warm up with divine fire in the palace.

Occasionally, cranes flitted through the air and wailed as if they were dying.

There are many visions, and the emperor's star is about to fall.

The windows of the Dongji Hall were blocked by thick silver curtains, making it airtight. Several Kowloon four-legged stoves were scattered throughout the bedroom. The man in white acted coquettishly and said coldly to the man in black who was standing by his side.

"Abo...I'm so cold..." Yan Yuan Xuxu held Xuanlong's hand, her face was as cold and snowy as the outside, he looked at Xuanlong with half-dozed eyes, already exhaled more air than inhaled. "You hold me... okay..."

"……it is good."

Xuanlong gently lifted Yan Yuan's upper body and leaned against him. Yan Yuan lay on her side with her pillow on Xuanlong's leg, holding his hand against her chest, feeling a little warm.

The sky outside is bright, covered by the window curtains, the inside of the hall is gloomy, the flickering candlelight outlines Yan Yuan's pale and thin face, he closes his eyes, barely audible.

"Abo...I...my body hurts..."

"Am I... dying..."

Ten years passed with a flick of a finger, Ah Zhi still looked like a child, God Lord Yiling was pregnant and her lower abdomen had not yet bulged, but Yan Yuan was at the end of her bow, unable to get out of bed for a long time.

The Protoss never gave up looking for a way to change their fate against the sky for a moment, but they failed again and again.

Yan Yuan was dying, and everyone knew it.

Xuanlong also knew it, he guarded Yan Yuan day and night, seeing Yan Yuan getting weaker day by day, he knew better than anyone that his lover was leaving him.

But he couldn't show grief.

Xuanlong put his palm on Yan Yuan's thin back, and comforted him.

"No, A Yuan is just sick, and after drinking the medicine, she will recover."

"Don't you believe me?"

Yan Yuan smiled and said: "I believe... I believe everything A Bo says..."

"But the medicine is too bitter...I don't want to drink it today...OK..."

Xuanlong raised his head, remained silent for a while, and then replied hoarsely.

"it is good."

Yan Yuan looked at the flickering fire not far away, and said: "Drink that medicine...you will always fall asleep, I want...talk to Abo more..."

Xuanlong: "...OK."

"The irises by Zijue Lake are all withered, I can't give you flowers in the future... Will Abo still like me..." Tears flowed from the corners of Yan Yuan's eyes.

The flowering period of the iris is in spring, and it will wither after May. Xuanlong likes the iris. When Yan Yuan’s mind is still clear, she has been using divine power to keep the flower in a blooming state. Now that the divine body is broken and the divine power is weakened, the spell will not work. .

Last month, taking advantage of Xuanlong's inattention, Yanyuan struggled to get out of bed and went to Zijue Lake, only to find that the large piece of irises had withered into dry branches, she was shocked, and cried for a long time after returning.

"I like it." Xuanlong wiped away his tears with his fingertips.

"Without flowers, I still like it. Don't cry."

"Really..." Yan Yuan turned around with difficulty, lying flat on her body, trying to see Xuanlong's expression clearly, to make sure the man wasn't trying to make him happy.

Xuanlong bent his lips: "Yes."

Yan Yuan raised her hand, raised her little finger, and said with a smile: "Then let's pull the hook, the iris is gone...A Bo won't hate me...just like before, treat me well..."

"Okay... pull the hook." Xuanlong raised his hand to hook Yan Yuan's little finger, listening to him muttering. "Pull the hook... Hang yourself... Tens of thousands of years, don't change... If Abo deceives me, then... then..."

Yan Yuan wanted to use some method to threaten Xuanlong, so that he would always like her, but if the oath was too vicious, he was reluctant to make Xuanlong swear, and if it came true, it would be him who was sad.

After thinking for a while, he said seriously.

"If Abo lied to me, I will... never say goodbye to you again."

Xuan Long: "Well, if I lie to you, you don't want to be nice to me."

The little fingers of the two hooked together, and the thumbs touched together.

Yan Yuan: "Then don't lie to me..."

Xuanlong: "Okay..."

After the words fell, Yan Yuan's hand dropped, and it fell powerlessly on the edge of the bed.

Xuanlong's hand froze in mid-air, he was stunned for a moment before returning to his senses, his fingertips touched Yan Yuan's face: "A Yuan..."

His body is very cold, it can almost frostbite Xuanlong, this is definitely not the temperature that a living person should have, and this temperature has lasted on Yan Yuan's body for several months.

So he always complained of cold and pain.

"Ayuan..."

Yan Yuan didn't respond, and told Xuanlong with a slight breath that he was still alive.

Just like a prisoner who is about to be beheaded by a tiger, Xuanlong doesn't know when the sharp blade will fall and take his lover's life.

He could only watch helplessly, there was nothing he could do.

That would make him even more sad than lingering him alive.

In the evening, Lord Yiling came to Dongji Hall to see Yan Yuan, but Yan Yuan was still asleep, and Xuanlong went out alone on the grounds that he was going to the academy to pick up Ah Zhi from school.

There was heavy snow outside the hall, and the man in black, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked across the snow-paved road, leaving behind a string of independent footprints.

There is a temple at the end of the heaven, and a statue of Yin and Yang is enshrined in the temple.That side is a man, and the other is a woman. The man's left hand is erected on his chest, his thumb and index finger are twisted together, the rest of his fingers are loose, and he looks down and smiles.The female body is clean and beautiful, her head is in a flying bun, her middle finger and thumb are intertwined, her palms are facing up, her face is peaceful, no matter which side she is, she is sacred and inviolable.

Legend has it that it is the true body of Heavenly Dao.

No one has ever seen the true face of Tiandao, and no one knows the truth or falsehood. It's just that when the gods in the heaven have troubles, they will go there to beg and offer their most precious things to Tiandao in exchange for fulfilling their wishes.

There was such a heavy snow today, there was not a single god on the road, and the strong wind was howling outside the temple, making the branches of the god tree rustle.

Xuanlong put away the oiled paper umbrella, put the umbrella outside the temple, patted the falling snow off his shoulders, and let himself enter the temple cleanly.

The way of heaven told him that he was born as the lone star of the devil, and he suffered so much. He never hated anything, only that he had to pay back a hundred times in this life for the evil he had done in his previous life.

But Yan Yuan, as the emperor star, was born to be the lord of all things, so honorable, if he said that he had made any mistakes, it would be that he shouldn't have met and fell in love with him.

If he had never appeared in Yan Yuan's life, how could they have come to this day, how could Yan Yuan have come to this day.

wrong from the start...

He regretted it.

He doesn't want Yan Yuan to love him.

Don't let Yanyuan meet him.

Step by step, Xuanlong walked towards the statue slowly and firmly, knelt down on the futon in front of the towering statue, clasped his hands together, and parted his thin lips lightly.

"The way of heaven is above, I am the lone star of the evil spirit... I was supposed to be alone until I died, but I was born against the sky, harming others and myself, I know I was wrong, please forgive me, let my love go, I am willing to leave All my life, I will fall into hell forever, I will not enter reincarnation, I just ask for the grace of heaven...let go of my love..."

"Please forgive me...let go of my love..."

"Please forgive me...let go of my love."

Xuanlong leaned over and kowtowed, unable to get up for a long time.

He has lived to this day and has never believed in gods and Buddhas. He himself is a god in the nine heavens, but he can't even control his own destiny. Worshiping gods and Buddhas may be useful to ordinary people, but everything is in vain to him.

But when he was cornered, he had to be like a mortal and try the most stupid way. If the heavens were merciful and allowed Yan Yuan to live, he would be the most loyal believer in the heavens.

He doesn't have any precious things, the only thing he can exchange is his own life.