Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Xuanlong's body was very tired, and he felt a dull pain in his stomach for some reason. After Yan Yuan left, he didn't have time to think too much, so he fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up again, it was already dusk outside the window, he sat up from the bed, and found that his legs were wet, sticky and uncomfortably sticky, and a strong cold fragrance lingered around the tip of his nose, he reached out to touch it, and it was indeed stained with blood.

It's just that this time there seems to be a lot of blood, which has stained the mattress, and I'm afraid I'll have to trouble the palace servants to change it.

"Young Master Han? Young Master Han?" There was a knock on the door outside the hall, and there were three crisp knocks.

Xuanlong recovered from his stupefaction, turned his head to look in the direction of the palace door through the tent, and said hoarsely, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Dezi suppressed his excitement and said: "Young Master Han has woken up, I have called you three times today, if you don't want me anymore, I don't know what to do..."

The emperor had ordered that no one was allowed to enter the side hall without Mr. Han's consent, so Xiao Dezi naturally did not dare to enter without authorization.When the emperor left this morning with a stinky face, he looked as if he was angry with Mr. Han. Xiao Dezi was afraid that he would step on Yan Yuan's dragon beard and break his head during the briefing, so he didn't act.

After all, no one knew how much the emperor valued Mr. Han.

"Mr. Han?... If you are not feeling well, I will find the imperial physician right now." Seeing that there was no response from the people in the hall, Xiao Dezi clung to the doorway.

Xuan Long pressed his painful lower abdomen, and felt it was not unbearable: "No, please get some water."

"Hey, the slave is going here."

Xiao Dezi's movements were very slick, and he called people back after a while.

The door of the palace was pushed open, and several eunuchs in red and green palace robes filed in, pouring hot water bucket by bucket into the log bath bucket, Xuanlong sat on the bed and listened to the movement outside, a little lost in thought.

They couldn't see him because of the tent.

Because of this, the palace people became more and more curious about Mr. Han, but they didn't dare to look over there, so they filled up the water and went out.

After cleaning up the blood stains on his body, after taking a bath, the cloth wrapped around his chest was soaked. Xuanlong got out of the tub, and with a wave of his palm in front of his body, the white silk disappeared out of thin air, revealing the hideous wound.

Anyway, he was no longer bleeding, so he didn't bother to care about it, and transformed into a neat black robe. The palm-wide belt outlined his thin waist, and his waist-length hair was dripping sporadically.

Afterwards, Xiao Dezi was called in to change the mattress. He lifted the brocade quilt to look, and suddenly let out a "ho" in his throat, widened his eyes and said: "How can Mr. Han bleed so much again? It's really..."

Consciously making a slip of the tongue, he swallowed back the words that followed.

In fact, it wasn't too much, a blood stain the size of a palm was printed on the bright yellow dragon pattern mattress.

But how is this different from abuse.

Xiao Dezi was slandering in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. He looked for other happy topics and said beamingly: "Mr. Han, don't you feel bored staying in the house every day?"

"The palace is very spacious. If you are happy someday, you should go out for a stroll. If you are bored for a long time, you may get sick from boredom."

There is a hollowed out place on the mica screen, Xuanlong stood behind the screen, looked at the busy back of the little eunuch through the hollowed out area, and remained silent without answering.

He has been alone in the thousand-year-old pond for nearly ten thousand years, and he has long been accustomed to a dull and boring life. For him, it is the same wherever he goes alone, except when he is with Yan Yuan.

When the man entangled him and smiled at him, the world seemed to have changed.

Being warm, being alive didn't seem like such a bad thing to him.

Such joy and joy... only Yan Yuan gave him.

Xuan Long remembered what happened this morning, and asked in a low voice: "If someone is angry, how should I coax them?"

Xiao Dezi tore off the dirty mattress, paused and said, "Why are you angry?"

Xuanlong was silent again.

He also didn't know why Yan Yuan was angry.

He just ignored him all of a sudden.

Xiao Dezi understood it as soon as he rolled his eyes, and then said: "If the emperor is angry... I really don't dare to speculate on the king's heart."

"However... quarrels between husband and wife are inevitable. Although the slave has never eaten pork, he has heard a few pigs run away."

"A few days ago, I heard Xiao Tongzi say that his counterpart was playing with his temper and wanted to separate from him, so he used all his wealth to ask someone to buy a gold bracelet from outside the palace to give to counterpart. I was very happy with Shi, and immediately reconciled with him joyfully."

Xiao Dezi was a little envious as he talked, when he had saved enough money, he would also find a lady-in-waiting to accompany him, this deep palace was really too lonely.

"The feelings of ordinary people are so... But as the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, naturally there is nothing missing. This slave thinks that as long as you are sincere."

Xuanlong lowered his eyes and thought.

sincere……

What is sincerity? ...

The Ni Lin on the back of his neck was torn and given to Yan Yuan, other than that, he didn't know how to prove his sincerity to the other party.

He didn't know how to say nice words, and he didn't even understand why that person was angry, no wonder that person was like this.

Maybe he thought he was clumsy.

"Why don't you try to make something small to give to the emperor yourself?..." Xiao Dezi spread out the clean mattress and leveled it, and said to the dragon behind the screen.

"Really, just deliver it."

If the other party cares, even if it is a feather, it will be carefully treasured.

If you don't care about it and take out your heart, the other party may think that your hands are stained with blood.

Xuanlong felt that what Xiao Dezi said made sense.

He once saw hand-carved dolls at small stalls in the market by chance. The seemingly rough wood, after being carved by the vendor's skillful hands, can restore the appearance of the guests to life.

That night, Xuanlong disappeared from the palace.

The night market in the square was brightly lit, crowded with people, and vendors shouted enthusiastically. All of this was nothing to Xuanlong. He found the small vendor of the wooden figure based on his memory. Three or two people gathered in front of the stall, watching The craftsmanship of the boss's on-site carving.

Xuanlong found a place not too far away, and watched silently for a long time, until the street was cold, before turning and leaving.

After returning to the palace, he asked Xiao Dezi to find wood and a carving knife.

The first time he did it, it was naturally impossible to be as skillful as a street vendor, and he scratched his hand within a few cuts. Fortunately, he didn't need to be like a street vendor, he needed someone to sit in front of him to carve it.

Yan Yuan's face has long been imprinted in his heart, as long as he closes his eyes, the frown and smile of that person will appear in his mind.

Xuanlong was sitting at the table, concentrating on tinkering with the wood, and when he looked up again, it was dawn.

Raising his hand to soften his sore eyes, he lowered his head and continued.

He wants to make this little wooden figure quickly, and then give it to Yan Yuan, so that he will not be angry again, although he doesn't know where he is wrong.

But that doesn't matter.

As long as Ayuan is happy.