Binding the Dragon for the Empress

When a generation of emperor stars fell, a memorial ceremony was held in the heavens, and white silk was hung everywhere, which lasted for three full days.

When the gods fall, they don’t even leave their bones behind, so they don’t need to go through complicated funerals like ordinary people. Small funerals, funeral reports, funerals, coffins, wakes, large funerals, funerals and burials, burning seven, filial piety and other steps are indispensable.

During the funeral, the corpse of a mortal will be put into the coffin in front of relatives and friends. Yan Yuan, as the emperor of the heavens, only has a square box as the coffin. , it will stop working.

Yan Yuan's most cherished treasure was an exquisite wooden figure. He had a box for a similar wooden figure. It was the relic of the mysterious dragon he found from the palace when he went to the mortal world to collect souls for the mysterious dragon. Every wooden figure They all look like Yan Yuan, but the carvings vary in thickness and thickness, and there is only one with the most complete and exquisite coloring.

That was Xuanlong's intention.

Lord Yiling heard Yan Yuan mentioned it before his death. At that time, Yan Yuan hadn't drank the "restart" but her body was already very bad. After waking up from a long-term coma, she grabbed the wooden figure and looked at it with tears in her eyes. Smiling, he said that Xuanlong was so clumsy that he couldn't even carve a wooden figure, which made his hands full of injuries. He managed to carve it with great difficulty, and the recipients were not rare, and thought his gifts were cheap.

But Yan Yuan knew that the wooden figurine was very precious, and she had to hold it to her heart when she slept, as if she was afraid that it would be lost if she didn't hold it tightly.Anyone who robs him will kill him.

Therefore, on the day of the funeral, the Lord Yiling put the wooden man into Yan Yuan's coffin with his own hands.

Three days later, under the watchful eyes of the gods, Yan Yuan's tablet was held by Ah Zhi and sent to the shrine. The square-inch coffin was placed in the hidden compartment under the tablet, and it will be together with the gods who died in the past. Sleep here forever.

From that day on, Xuanlong went to kneel and chant sutras in front of the gods of heaven every day, and it took tens of thousands of years to kneel like this.

It is meaningless for him to do so. The dead souls can still be saved, and the ashes and ashes of the gods have lost their souls, so why should it be so.

All in vain.

Not long after Yan Yuan left, rumors arose from the first heaven and even the ninth heaven in the God Realm, saying that the emperor was killed by Xuanlong, the lone evil star of the day. Ah Zhi heard the rumors and asked Xuanlong with red eyes if this was the case.

Facing the little man, Xuanlong was speechless. The rumors were not rumors, they were true. If Yanyuan didn’t want to meet him and fall in love with him, she should be happy now and be his emperor , marry a queen who matches his fate, hold his son's hand, and grow old together with his son, full of children and grandchildren.

Seeing Xuanlong acquiescing, Ah Zhi burst into tears, threw himself on Xuanlong and beat him, and asked him why he wanted to kill his father.

Xuan Long remained silent, letting him vent, Ah Zhi ran out of Dongji Hall after crying, after that day, he refused to see him again, even if he met, he treated him as a stranger, and refused to call his mother.

Xuan Long thought it was good, he was born with ominous ominous, if he killed his lover, the children should not get too close to him, so as not to be tainted with ominous.

Ten thousand years later, Xuanlong went to the mortal world alone, and built a small courtyard of bamboo buildings in the depths of a bamboo forest near the East China Sea. The road crosses the small courtyard and divides the small courtyard into two. On the left side is a round table and stool carved in stone, and on the right side is a muddy field. Xuanlong personally planted the iris seeds brought from the God Realm.

He once thought that if he wasn't Xuanlong and Yanyuan wasn't the Emperor of Heaven, they were just a pair of ordinary mortals who loved each other, and their names were connected by a red line in Yuelao's marriage book.

They will get married, have a child, and live in such a small courtyard where no one is disturbed. They don't need wealth or glory, and simple food and drink are enough.

The irises are planted in the yard, which will bloom in the spring of the coming year. The elegant fragrance will overflow. When the weather is good, the family of three will eat around the stone table in the yard. If the weather is bad, they will eat inside the house. In short, as long as they can be together It is good.

As long as we can be together, no matter what.

It's a pity that what he expects... is far more difficult than glory and wealth. Even if he spends his life in the ultimate life, it will be futile to sacrifice his life.

Xuanlong spent the whole afternoon planting irises. In the air, a wisp of inconspicuous dust slowly fell and merged with an unburied iris seed in the mud, flashing a light that could hardly be caught by the naked eye...