Binding the Dragon for the Empress

"What's wrong?" The two let go after hugging for a while, seeing Ning Zhiyu staring at her in a daze, Yan Yuan asked in confusion.

"It's nothing." Ning Zhiyu smiled and shook her head with the same expression.

Yan Yuan leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "Then I'm going to court, and I'll be with you later."

"Ah."

Yan Yuan said that she would come to accompany Ning Zhiyu later, so she would really come, instead of coaxing her like Xuanlong, but she didn't take it seriously at all, and she forgot what she said to the dragon in a blink of an eye. What.

Only Xuanlong is still waiting foolishly, thinking that Yan Yuan will really come, and he will not be allowed to sleep in the dark, they can't see each other often, if he sleeps like this again, he will waste another day in vain , when Ah Yuan comes, he should have a good talk with that person.

Although he was clumsy and couldn't say a few words, it was good for him and him to stay together quietly.

He forced himself to get up and cleaned his body, hastily bandaged the wound, changed the blood-stained black robe, sat down at the table and waited.He was carving a small wooden figure in his hand, but he didn't find it boring.

Although Yan Yuan is not angry with him anymore, he is not prepared to give up halfway what has already started, even if the little wooden figurine carved in the end is still too poor to be handed off, it is good to keep it for yourself to watch.

The moonlight was getting brighter outside the window, Xiao Dezi guessed the time, and knocked on the door of the palace lightly: "Mr. Han, it's getting late, do you want to pass the meal?"

The carving knife under Xuanlong's hand slipped and cut the index finger of his left hand, and blood beads appeared instantly. He recovered from his daze, raised his sore neck and looked outside the door: "When Ah Yuan comes, send .”

Xiao Dezi: "It's already this hour, the emperor probably won't come, you haven't eaten much at noon, you should eat something to fill your belly first, if the emperor knows that you don't care about your body, he will feel distressed."

The people in the hall did not reply for a long time, and when Xiao Dezi couldn't help but wanted to speak again, a muffled sentence came from the door.

"He said he would come."

……

at the same time.

Luanfeng Hall.

Ning Zhiyu had been ill for a long time, not only could not get the wind, but she was too tired to walk a few steps out of bed, Yan Yuan didn't want to let him suffer, so she made him eat on the bed, and she was currently feeding him with a white jade bowl Porridge.

The porridge is made with thousand-year-old ginseng and the best hen. The hen is boneless, only the lean meat is taken, cut into shredded chicken, and it is boiled into a golden bowl. Sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions, it is light and nourishing, and it melts in the mouth , most suitable for today's Ningzhi jade to eat.

However, he had a poor appetite, so he said no after eating a few mouthfuls. Seeing that he was very thin, Yan Yuan felt distressed, so she changed ways to make him happy.

"Let's eat some more."

"If you finish this bowl of porridge, next spring, I will take you hunting outside the city, how about it?"

Hearing what he said, Ning Zhiyu seemed a little moved, looked down at the ginseng and chicken porridge left, and looked up at Yan Yuan hesitantly: "Really?"

"Fool, when did I ever lie to you?"

Ning Zhiyu laughed when she heard the words, nodded and said: "Well, A Yuan never lied to me."

Afterwards, he stopped asking Yan Yuan to feed him, took the bowl spoon from Yan Yuan's hand, and put it into his mouth one mouthful after another. Obviously he had no appetite, so he swallowed desperately, his complexion became paler and paler.

Yan Yuan felt distressed seeing him eating less, and still felt distressed seeing him forcing herself like this, and was about to tell him to forget it, but Ning Zhiyu covered her mouth, lay down on the edge of the bed and vomited, and the white jade bowl fell to the ground , shattered all over the place.

The palace man quickly took the spittoon and came over, spit out all the porridge that he ate just now, and coughed up a lot of blood, which splashed on the inner wall of the snow-white spittoon, which was shocking.

Yan Yuan was so anxious that she yelled at the palace servants to send the imperial physician quickly, she supported Ning Zhiyu's thin body with both hands, and patted Ning Zhiyu's back, her whole body was in a mess: "Ayu...Ayu..."

Ning Zhiyu seemed to be coughing up all her viscera, but when she regained her breath, she was already exhausted, Yan Yuan hugged him tightly, her eyes were red: "It's all my fault , I have to force you to do something."

"I won't force you in the future, Ayu can eat as much as I want, and I will never force you in the future."

Ning Zhiyu's chest rose and fell weakly, she raised her lonely hand, and covered Yan Yuan's hand wrapped around her body, holding it lightly, listening to the powerful heartbeat in Yan Yuan's chest, her eyes fell on the flickering flames in the distance Between the nine-headed candlesticks:

"Ayuan is doing it for my own good."

"Maybe it's my poor fortune... I can't bear A Yuan's kindness."

"I'm so useless."

Yan Yuan looked down at Ning Zhiyu, saw that he was smiling, but his eyes were red, her heart tightened, and her arms also tightened: "Don't say that about yourself."

"I won't allow you to say that about yourself."

"Okay, stop talking." Ning Zhiyu responded meekly, closing her eyes: "Stop talking..."

Ning Zhiyu was already asleep when the imperial doctor came.

Zong Hua came in from outside the hall with a wooden medicine box on his back, Yan Yuan excused him and asked him to diagnose Ning Zhiyu's pulse.

Zong Hua took out an ink-stained handkerchief from the wooden box, spread it on Ning Zhiyu's slightly veined wrist, and just put his two fingers on it, listening to Yan Yuan who was beside him.

"Didn't you say that Longlin can save Ayu?"

"Why is he still so weak after waking up for a few days? I see that his spirit seems to be worse than when he just woke up, and he vomited so much blood just now."

Zong Hua has been at home on leave for the past few days, and this is the first time since Ning Zhiyu woke up that he returned to the palace for consultation.

Hearing Yan Yuan's words, she didn't answer immediately, she checked her pulse quietly, and asked the palace servant to bring over the spittoon that Ning Zhiyu vomited blood just now, then turned around and bowed to Yan Yuan, saying:

"The emperor must have misunderstood the meaning of the minister."

"The minister said that day that the dragon scale can only revive the empress and suppress the disease, but it cannot completely cure it."

"If you want to cure it, you need a dragon's heart."

"What did you say?" Yan Yuan frowned.

After making a big circle, he still needed the dragon's heart, so why did he try so hard to coax Xuanlong?

Zong Hua: "Dragon scales are still useful, but if you take too much, you will gradually develop drug resistance. That's why the empress is getting worse and worse after waking up."

"Without dragon heart as medicine, it will not work after all."

Yan Yuan was so anxious that she paced back and forth for two steps, then flicked her sleeves and sat down on the edge of the bed with a gloomy expression.

"You quack doctor, you are extremely useless!"

"I know the dragon's heart, the dragon's heart, what use do I want you for!"

Zong Hua kept his bowing posture still, waiting quietly for his anger to pass.

After a while, Yan Yuan really calmed down, and looked at him deeply: "I'll ask you again, there is really nothing in the world except the dragon's heart, can it save Ayu's life?"

Zong Hua was silent for a moment: "Yes, there is, but compared to dragon heart, that thing is more difficult to get."

"What?" Yan Yuan secretly rejoiced.

Zong Hua raised his head and met Yan Yuan's eyes: "Long Nei Dan."

"The dragon's heart can be dug out when the dragon is not prepared, and the inner alchemy is the spiritual core condensed by the dragon's spiritual power. If it is not willing to spit it out, others will not be able to get it."

Yan Yuan: "If the inner alchemy is lost...will the dragon die?"

Zong Hua shook his head: "That's not true, it will only become the same as ordinary people."