Binding the Dragon for the Empress

When a person wants to leave, the other person cannot stay.

Not to mention that Xuanlong is a monster who can go to the sky and enter the earth.

Yan Yuan couldn't tell whether she was anxious that Ning Zhiyu would lose her medicine, or whether she couldn't let go of Xuanlong. In short, he just didn't want Xuanlong to leave him, as long as he thought of this man, he would disappear completely in his life. , he was in a mess.

The majestic emperor of a generation was crying indecently at this time, his thick eyelashes were glued together by tears, his peach blossom eyes were filled with despair, he chased after him and grabbed Xuanlong's sleeve.

"Abo... don't go. Don't go."

"I really knew I was wrong. I shouldn't have lied to you."

"If you care about your status, I will make you a concubine, how about it?"

"The imperial concubine is just as legitimate as the empress. Didn't we agree? We agreed to stay together for a lifetime."

"You are not allowed to go...I am not allowed to go."

Xuanlong was dragged and had to turn around to look at Yan Yuan. This person was much taller than himself, and he was crying like a child. Tears hung on his suet-like face. He really lost the slightest image. .

Xuanlong looked away, lowered his eyes and said, "You know I...don't care about that."

Yan Yuan hoarsely said: "I know you don't care, but don't you like me?"

"Then let's stay together...don't leave me. If you leave, tell me what to do in the future."

Xuan Long refused to look at him: "You already have a queen."

"That's different...you are different from him, you are different from him..." Yan Yuan bent over to grab Xuanlong's hand.

Xuanlong turned slightly to the side, avoiding Yan Yuan's touch.

...It is indeed different.

Yan Yuan treats his queen with sincere love, but she treats him only by cheating, asking for and using her.

"Abo..." Yan Yuan stood up stiffly.

There is no way for Xuanlong not to feel sad when someone he loves shows such a fragile look in front of him, but perhaps it is because his heart is too small, and there is no room for sand in his eyes, so he can't pretend to be anything after going through those things. None of that happened.

Even if Yan Yuan loves him, he can't share his love with others.

Besides, Yan Yuan doesn't love him.

The wind outside the window poured into the hall, blowing over Xuanlong's face, his long hair hanging in front of him trembled slightly, and blood dripped from the left sleeve robe, hitting the dark wooden floor.

"This is the end of the matter... Let's forget it."

Yan Yuan choked up and said, "It can't be counted, how can it be counted?"

"You promised me. You once said that no matter how big a mistake I make or how bad I treat you in the future, you will forgive me once. How can you break your promise?"

"You can't count your words...you can't lie to me."

Xuanlong: "...you broke your promise first."

It was you who lied to me first.

It was the token of love I gave you that was used as medicine to lead others into their mouths.

His most precious thoughts were trampled underfoot by this man at will...

The place he had longed for became a sad place, Xuanlong didn't want to stay any longer, he turned around mechanically, his eyes glanced at the furniture and decorations in the hall, looking at those familiar things, his eyes were as dim as a pool of dark green stagnant water, There is no more light.

He foolishly thought that wherever Yan Yuan was, there would be a place for him to live.

It turned out to be wrong too.

So far, he is alone after all.

Only the thousand-year-old pool with no sky and no sun can leave him a place to live.

It's time to leave.

Xuanlong raised his legs to leave, Yan Yuan was afraid that he would disappear as he walked like before, so she rushed up and hugged him tightly from behind, she refused to let go no matter what, her whole body trembling from crying.

"Abo...Abo..."

"Don't go..."

"You are not allowed to leave me, you are not allowed to leave me..."

Xuanlong didn't hesitate anymore, he used some spiritual power in his hand, and easily broke away Yan Yuan's hand, Yan Yuan fell to the ground, hugging Xuanlong's leg.

"You are not allowed to go..."

"Don't go..."

He cried so pitifully, as if he really couldn't let go of Xuanlong, Xuanlong was at a loss for a while, and finally bent down, wiped Yan Yuan's face with his fingertips, and said hoarsely.

"You are no longer a child."

"In the future, don't cry like this again."

Yan Yuan took the opportunity to grab Xuanlong's hand, at this moment, Xuanlong saw a blue light flashing in Yan Yuan's palm, and then a light blue iris slowly bloomed in the palm, like the wings of a butterfly, lifelike, making Xuanlong stunned.

He held Yan Yuan's hand in a daze, staring at his palm.

A memory that was so faded that it was about to disappear gradually reappeared in my mind...

Nearly ten thousand years ago, he was cut off by his mother and expelled from the Dragon Clan. He left the Dragon Realm with his seriously injured body in despair, but before he could go down the mountain, he passed out halfway.

The rain fell heavily that day, hitting his weak body mercilessly, so that after he fell down, he couldn't get up again.

He thought he was going to die.

Just when he was about to fall into a coma, a blurry figure appeared in the rain... The man was dressed in white, holding an ink-colored oil-paper umbrella, and walked towards him on the muddy mountain road.

He was so badly wounded, except for the broken horn, there were bloody welts all over his body, so that no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

I just remember that the man squatted down in front of him, and gently touched his head with his slender hands. The man's voice was very gentle, which made him feel warm in the majestic rain. The man said: Xiaolong, don't be afraid, I won't will hurt you.

He saw that a blue light flashed in the man's hand, and there was a light blue iris flower in the palm, which blended perfectly with the skin, as if it was born with it, and it was extremely beautiful.

That was the last memory he had before he passed out. When he woke up again, the rain had cleared and the wound on his body had been bandaged. Although the herbal medicine that the man applied to him was useless, it barely stopped the bleeding and allowed him to survive. go down.

The beautiful oil-paper umbrella was kept to cover his curled up body, protecting him from the wind and rain all night.

At that time, he was too weak and had no ability to protect himself. After leaving the Dragon Clan, he was almost captured by the Taoist priests several times and skinned. He finally found a thousand-year-old ancient pool as a shelter. A hundred years have passed.

He tried to use the smell on the oiled paper umbrella to find the human race who saved his life to repay his gratitude, but failed many times, so he knew that the person was no longer alive.

In ten thousand years, dynasties in the world have changed countless times, and the long river of time has flowed slowly, enough to forget many things, but some things will never be forgotten.

For example, the light blue iris in Yan Yuan's palm is exactly the same as the person who saved his life... Xuan Long recognized it after a glance.

Yan Yuan was still crying, but when she saw Xuanlong staring at her palm in a daze, she leaned over to look at it, and when she saw it, she was also stunned.

Yan Yuan withdrew her hand, sat up on the ground, rubbed the petals on the palm of her right hand vigorously with her thumb, but the iris was fused into the skin and could not be rubbed off at all, he said blankly.

"What is this..."

Xuanlong stared at Yan Yuan in ecstasy. He was dressed in a white robe with ink cloud patterns. Her hair was hanging down on her forehead, she was very noble, maybe her skin was too white, her cheeks and nose turned red when she cried, as if she had been greatly wronged.

This is his lover.

He was also the benefactor who saved his life.

It turns out that fate is not playing tricks arbitrarily, but somewhere...everything has a definite number.

In the previous life, Yan Yuan saved his life, planted karma, and he didn't repay the favor, so now he has to use this method to repay it...

"Abo... what is this?" Yan Yuan looked at Xuanlong.

Before today, the iris mark had never appeared on his hand, so he subconsciously thought it was related to Xuanlong.

Xuan Long shook his head and stood up.

Why this flower appeared in Yan Yuan's hand, he didn't know, probably like the ugly birthmark on his face, it was imprinted on the soul, and it would be carried in reincarnation.Some people did wrong things in their previous life and deserved to be punished, so they left a shameful scar; some people did good deeds, so they should be recognized by others at a critical moment, so they left a beautiful iris flower.

Xuanlong thought, Yan Yuan should be the latter.

From this point of view, the things that this person did to him before are nothing but deceiving him a lot of dragon scales and stealing some of his sincerity. If this person hadn't reached out to save him back then, he wouldn't be standing here now It's cold.

Cold... cold.

It's a really nice name.

If there is no Yan Yuan, he might not even have a name, living in this world, like a wandering soul without roots, no living beings would even take a look.

That's all... that's all...

It's time to be content...

Xuanlong turned around, the sky outside did not know when it was dark, night was approaching, and there was no time to light wax in the hall, his back was buried in the darkness, which made Yan Yuan feel a little uneasy, and couldn't help but call him.

"Apo..."

"I'm leaving." Xuanlong said in a low voice without turning his head.

He hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something to Yan Yuan, telling him to take care, but then he thought again, Yan Yuan is an emperor, there are many people serving in the palace, why should he be worried.

So he walked forward, and the figure disappeared in the hall.

Yan Yuan got up, hurried forward a few steps, and called out without giving up: "Abo...Abo..."

The dragon is really gone.

The hall was empty, he was the only one, and there was no shadow of him.

"Abo! Apo!!"

"Apo!!!!!!—"

Yan Yuan stumbled around the hall like a headless chicken, calling Xuanlong's name loudly, imagining that he would appear as before when he heard his voice.

But not this time.

Xuanlong left.

mad at him.

Will not be coming back.

Yan Yuan fell to the ground, tears streaming down her eyes.The mistress outside the hall heard his heart-piercing shouts, knocked on the door anxiously and asked him what was wrong, but Yan Yuan couldn't hear anything.

He was thinking, why Xuanlong left.

Maybe it's because he treats him too badly... It seems that he is not very good. He always bullies Xuanlong, bullies him on the bed, and bullies him under the bed, knowing that the stupid dragon is not like what he said. That kind of insensitivity to pain is not really not afraid of pain, but just pretending not to know, relying on his stuffy temper and not being able to cry out for pain, he can be tossed hard.

Anyway, he is a demon, or a demon with ten thousand years of Taoism, and he will not die even if he is slightly injured.

But Yao also bleeds, and is also afraid of pain... just now Xuanlong bleeds a lot of blood.

This is the first time Yan Yuan has seen Xuanlong pull so many scales.In the past, he didn't let himself see it... Then when he didn't see it, how much blood did Xuanlong bleed and how much pain he endured alone.

No wonder he was leaving.

Treating him too badly.