Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Ning Zhiyu's illness could not be delayed for a long time, and Yan Yuan's heart ached when she thought of him vomiting so much blood after coughing.

Early the next morning, Xuanlong went behind the screen, and used a dagger to gouged out thirty dragon scales on his right chest, the blood dripped down like a leak, and immediately soaked his clothes.

Yan Yuan waited anxiously outside, Xuanlong reluctantly straightened his clothes, stepped out of the screen, and handed him the dragon scales that had been cleaned up by magic.

"take it."

A total of thirty pieces, stacked in the palm of the hand, glowed with an inky black luster, and if there were more, one hand would not be able to hold them.

Yan Yuan glanced down, but didn't answer. Although Xuanlong couldn't see anything on the surface, he smelled a strong smell of blood. Before, he didn't understand why the cold fragrance on Xuanlong's body fluctuated, but later he knew That's it - if Xuanlong sweats or bleeds, the smell will become stronger.

Because that cold fragrance is the smell of his flesh and blood.

"A Bo, are you alright?..." Yan Yuan stared at Xuanlong's pale face and said in a low voice.

"Nothing." Xuanlong shook his head and moved the dragon scale closer to him.

Yan Yuan raised her hand to take it, her heart suddenly felt a little sore, she didn't feel anything when she asked for it, but she really got it, as if there were ants gnawing on her heart, there was a subtle pain.

But that dull pain was nothing compared to the great pain of losing Ning Zhiyu.

"Thank you, Abo... If you weren't here, I really don't know what would happen."

Xuanlong lowered his eyes uncomfortably: "Don't say thank you."

Between them, if they say thank you, it seems too raw.

"Okay." After getting the dragon scale, Yan Yuan was in a better mood, so she smiled generously at Xuanlong, took a step forward and clasped his waist, parted the hair on his forehead, and kissed him on the forehead. "Then I'll come find you later."

"En." Xuanlong's eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a faint shadow between the sharp eyes. Yan Yuan looked at him for a moment, pinched his white earlobe, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, and then turned and left.

As soon as Yan Yuan left, Xuanlong couldn't hold on any longer, he staggered towards the bed, sat down with the legs of the bed, and lay down.

The loss of blood made him feel chills all over, dizziness, and dull pain in his abdomen. It seems that what the senior said was not false. After pregnancy, his body is really getting worse and worse.

A cultivator has to go through seven or seven 49 kalpas before he can ascend to the Tao. He has lived for thousands of years and has experienced 48 kalpas, including nine heavenly thunder kalpas, ten thousand swords piercing the soul, flying sand and purgatory... all natural disasters and man-made disasters have been suffered , this time seems to be particularly difficult, and it is so useless before the catastrophe arrives.

The birth control medicine given to him by the old man appeared in the palm of his hand, he poured out and swallowed two pills, curled up on the bed and fell asleep.

……

When Yan Yuan arrived at the Luanfeng Hall, Ning Zhiyu was getting up, and the maid was waiting for Ning Zhiyu to wash and wash by the side of the bed. Seeing Yan Yuan coming, his eyes lit up, and he said with an elegant smile, "A Yuan."

Ning Zhiyu was dressed in white obscene clothes, half of her black hair hung down in front of her body, the white color was very flattering to him, it was loosely wrapped around her body, she looked like a sick beauty.

Yan Yuan Bingtui, a court lady, took a few steps to the bedside and sat down, took Ning Zhiyu's hand that was placed on Qingluan brocade quilt, lowered her head and kissed the back of his thin hand: "Did my Ayu sleep well last night? "

"Very good." Ning Zhiyu nodded with a smile. Although her face was pale, her eyes were bright. When she looked at Yan Yuan, there was a spark in her. He had a soft temper and spoke softly. "It would be even better if A Yuan was by my side."

Yan Yuan knew that Ning Zhiyu thought she didn't accompany him, but he was used to swallowing his anger, and he didn't make trouble when he thought about it to the extreme. Yan Yuan felt very sorry for him, and raised her hand to pinch Ning Zhiyu's snowy face, feeling a little guilty explained:

"Last night I was busy approving memorials. When I left, I saw you were fast asleep, so I didn't tell you."

"I'm not leaving tonight, I want to accompany my Ayu."

"En." Ning Zhiyu grabbed Yan Yuan's big hand and pressed it to her face, smiling at him.

Yan Yuan's heart moved slightly, she held Ning Zhiyu's face in her hands, leaned over and kissed his eyelids pitifully.

The person in front of him is different from Xuanlong, this is his treasure, and he has to be careful when touching it, gently and gently, for fear of hurting him at all.

After a moment of tenderness, the two parted, Ning Zhiyu was clearly reluctant, and still asked: "Aren't you going to court, A Yuan?"

"Go." There was mystery hidden in Yan Yuan's smile. "It's important to bring you something."

Ning Zhiyu: "What?"

"Chen Yan." Yan Yuan called out to the outside of the hall.

Not long after, the old eunuch meandered in, holding a beautiful little dumpling of Yuxue in his arms.

When Chen Yan approached, Ning Zhiyu saw what it was, and said in surprise, "This is..."

"Bingshanxuehu." Yan Yuan smiled and took Xiaoyu Tuanzi from Chen Yan's arms, and gently put it into Ning Zhiyu's arms. "Didn't the one I gave you last year get lost? This year, the Western Regions brought another one as a tribute. It's even more beautiful than the previous one. I thought Ayu would like it, so I quickly brought it to you."

"Look, the eyes of this snow fox are ice blue."

The corners of Ning Zhiyu's eyes and brows were filled with joy, and even her face seemed to be ruddy a lot. She picked up the young fox and looked at it carefully before her eyes. Finally, she hugged the young fox lovingly, raised her head, and said softly, "Thank you Iris, I am very happy."

Seeing him happy, Yan Yuan was also happy in her heart, together with Ning Zhiyu, she touched the small white fluffy body: "If I'm not here, with this little fox accompanying you, it won't be so boring."

"I'm worried that you will be in a bad mood if you are sick for a long time and you can't go out."

Yan Yuan didn't intend to take this fox at first, but after thinking about it, if he didn't take it, Xuanlong might not be happy, so he took it away, and as for who to give it to, it was his own business.

It's like the things that countries pay tribute to. After the tribute is paid to him, he will reward whoever he is willing to reward. There is a reason.

Ning Zhiyu was still smiling, but suddenly her eyes turned red, startling Yan Yuan, and nervously raised her hand to wipe the corners of his eyes: "What's wrong? But what did I do wrong that made you unhappy?  … ..."

Ning Zhiyu shook her head, looked at Yan Yuan foolishly, and smiled with red eyes: "In this world, A Yuan treats me best."

"Think of me, think of me."

"I was so rough in the past, maybe it was because I wanted to accumulate good luck and meet you."

Yan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, wiped Ning Zhiyu's wet eye sockets dry with her fingertips, and said helplessly, "Idiot, I don't treat you better than anyone else."

"You are my heart, my treasure, and the queen who will accompany me for the rest of my life."

"Of course I want to treat you well. Not only do I want to treat you well, but I also want to give you the best in the world."

"As long as you think about it, even the stars and moons in the sky, I will try my best to pick them and give them to you."

When he said these words, there was no falsehood, his eyes were full of seriousness and gentleness, he treated Ning Zhiyu really well, otherwise he would not have entered Longtan, even disregarding his own safety.

"I don't want those, I just want Ah Yuan to be by my side." Ning Zhiyu leaned over and hugged Yan Yuan's waist, leaning her face on his shoulder, with a happy smile in her eyes.

At this very moment, a faint cold fragrance burst into his nose, which made Ning Zhiyu stunned.

Yan Yuan never uses any spices...he is allergic to pollen.