Binding the Dragon for the Empress

It was really a beautiful painting, and the people around were all setting off, and the only ones who caught Xuanlong's eyes were the pair of Bi people.

The summer was hot, presumably it was because Ning Zhiyu was not in good health, she was wearing a lot of clothes, she wore a silver cape over her white robe, her skin was as pale as snow, and her figure was lonely, standing beside Yan Yuan, it was a match made in heaven.

"Does it look good?" Ning Zhiyu raised her hand to touch the silver hairpin that Yan Yuan put on for him just now, and asked with a smile.

"Naturally, it's pretty." Yan Yuan looked doting. "Ayu looks good in anything."

The smile in Ning Zhiyu's eyes grew stronger: "You are used to coaxing me."

"Where is it, I'm telling the truth." Yan Yuan smiled and took Ning Zhiyu's hand.

Nowadays, after all the emperors marry men, the style of Longyang is gradually accepted by the people. It is not unusual for two men to hold hands in public. The vendor owner heard the conversation between the two and agreed with a smile.

"This young master is graceful and elegant, and his appearance is outstanding. He looks good in anything he wears."

"Your husband didn't lie to you."

The word 'husband' called Ning Zhiyu's pale cheeks flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but look at Yan Yuan.

"That's right, it's my husband." Yan Yuan met Ning Zhiyu's eyes and smiled, but she was actually a little absent-minded. "I want this silver hairpin, how much is it?"

The stall owner reported the number, and the plainclothes guard behind Yan Yuan stepped forward to pay.

Xuanlong hid in a dark place where ordinary people's eyes could not reach, watching the two backs submerged in the crowd and disappearing from his sight.

Not long after, in front of the stall that Yan Yuan and Ning Zhiyu had visited, a man in black clothes wearing a black gauze hat appeared. He was standing in front of the stall. The boss watched him for a long time, but he didn’t intend to buy it. He was puzzled. asked aloud.

"Son, do you have anything you want to buy?"

The man was silent for a long time, and a hoarse voice came from under the hat.

"Just now... the silver hairpin that the young man in blue wore for his lover is still there."

The boss understood, lowered his head, picked up a hairpin from the booth, and handed it to the man with both hands.

"The silver hairpin that young master bought for his lover just now is exactly this one, and there is just one left. This style is made with cloud patterns fired in ancient methods, very delicate and beautiful."

The man reached out to catch the hairpin, but stopped before touching it.He didn't know what he was hesitating for, and finally slowly withdrew his hand. "……J."

"Then why don't you look at something else?" the boss said.

The man shook his head and left as quietly as when he came.

The boss was busy greeting other customers, so he didn't care. After about half a cup of tea, the man appeared next to the booth again. Perhaps he saw that the boss was busy, so he didn't move forward, just watched quietly from the side.

Strange to say, the hairpin was obviously very beautiful, and after so long, it was still lying there in good condition and was not bought.

The boss saw off a group of guests, and noticed the figure of the man, and called out, "Master?"

Then the man stepped forward, gently twisted the cloud pattern silver hairpin, and asked in a low voice, "How much is this hairpin?"

"Five taels of silver."

The man raised his hand, took out an ingot of silver from his chest, and placed it on the booth.

"Okay, wait a moment, I will give you some change." The boss smiled happily.

"No need." The man left a sentence, turned around and left with the hairpin.

The boss looked up: "Hey, son..."

The man's footsteps didn't stop, and with a dazzling effort, he disappeared.

The boss rubbed his eyes... muttered, "What a weirdo."

He obviously likes it very much, but he didn't buy it after seeing it. It would be reasonable if he was short of money, but that person is so arrogant that he doesn't even want extra money, so he doesn't look like a master who is short of money.

strangeness.strangeness.

Inside the inn.

When Que Le came back from the outside, seeing that Xuanlong was not there, she was very anxious, and was about to go out to look for the dragon, when she saw Xuanlong flying in through the window and taking human form inside the house.

He hurried up to meet him: "Where have you been?"

"Go out for a walk at will." Xuanlong took off the bamboo hat.

Que Le was still in shock: "No matter how hard you try to coax you on weekdays, you refuse to go out, but today the dragon shadow suddenly disappeared. I thought something was wrong with you, but I'm so worried."

Now that Xuanlong is too weak, it will be very dangerous if he is targeted by monks with malicious intentions.

"I'm fine." Xuan Long turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Que Le followed her: "Today is Qiqiao Festival, there are people in pairs outside, what's the point of you going shopping alone, I'll accompany you there after dinner."

"..." Xuanlong sat down on the edge of the bed without answering.

Knowing that he was in a bad mood, Que Le played tricks to cheer him up: "I went to Jing Yu Lou, which is the most famous restaurant in Chang'an City, and the dignitaries of the human race love to eat there. Don't say it, it's baked The chicken is really delicious."

"Eat it?" He conjured up a roast chicken and handed it to Xuanlong, the aroma could be smelled through a layer of greased paper.

Xuanlong shook his head and said softly, "I'm not hungry."

Que Le snorted softly: "I knew you were a picky eater, but thanks to my young master, I bought more than just this kind of food."

With a wave of his sleeve, the rosewood round table not far away was filled with sumptuous dishes, more than a dozen of them.

Que Le leaned over and took Xuanlong's hand: "Go, let's have dinner with my young master."

Xuanlong smelled the smell of the food in the room, and felt uncomfortable. His already pale face became paler. He took his hand away from Que Le's hand, and turned his back on the bed: "You eat. I'm a little sleepy. .”

Que Le frowned: "You can't go on like this."

"Why are you so bored? You don't even say a few words to me. Even if you are in a bad mood, you have to think about the fetus in your womb. He will definitely be hungry."

Xuanlong stared at the snow-white wall inside: "...I am like this."

He was so bored.

Seeing that Que Le couldn't persuade him, she stopped. Xuan Long heard that there was no movement in the house, so it should be that Que Le had left.

Those clan dragons were right, no one could bear his lonely temperament, that little fox had been following him all the time, so it's fine to leave now, leaving him alone and quiet.

Xuanlong lay down for a long time, and took out the cloud pattern silver hairpin from his bosom.

It's really beautiful, and it matches Ning Zhiyu very well, but it's him who holds this exquisite hairpin in his hand that shouldn't belong to him, looking nondescript and ridiculous.

He didn't know why he bought the silver hairpin, and when he came to his senses, he was already in front of the booth.After thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. What did he buy this hairpin for? He doesn't know how to tie his hair, so it's useless to buy it.

Besides, it was Yan Yuan's Qiqiao Festival gift to Ning Zhiyu, why would he buy the exact same one?

No matter how he thought about it, there was no reason for him to buy the silver hairpin, so he left.

But in the end, I went back to the stall and bought it.

There is no reason.

Just want it, really want it.

Perhaps in this way, she can pretend that Yan Yuan's feelings for him are true for a moment.It was good even for a moment, so as not to make him so sad.

But why, looking at this beautiful silver hairpin, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Those affections cannot be stolen after all.

Xuanlong closed his eyes, and put the hairpin back into the dark pocket of his clothes.

I don't know how much time has passed, but deliberately light footsteps came from behind, and the cat Le Le leaned closer to Xuanlong: "Abo, are you asleep?"

Xuanlong's body froze when he heard this address, he sat up slowly, his deep voice was unconsciously cold: "Don't call me like that."

"Why?" Que Le frowned instantly. "The human race can call it, so I can't call it?"

"..." Xuanlong remained silent.

He just... When he heard this name, he would think of that person.

Que Le remained silent for a long time, and finally gave in. This dragon had just been hurt emotionally, and he was kind-hearted, so he didn't care about him.He asked in a low voice, "...then what should I call you?"

Xuanlong pursed his lips: "It's all right."

Que Le tilted her head and thought for a while: "Your name is Han Bo, so I'll call you Ahan, how about it?"

"Still cold?"

"Or Bobo?"

"Which one do you think is better?"

"It's all right." Xuanlong said.

He answered so perfunctorily, and Que Le felt discouraged, and didn't want to entangle him with this topic any more. She stretched out her palm, and a plate of fresh sashimi appeared in her palm.

He conjured up a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Xuanlong together: "Hey."

Xuan Long didn't answer, and looked at Que Le silently.

When Que Leruo smiled evilly, she had a captivating vixen look, but at this moment, her ice-blue eyes looked very pure, just like a 200-year-old little fox, who always has no confidence when talking to his sweetheart .

He whispered.

"I went to ask the doctor, and he said that it's normal for a pregnant demon to be picky eaters, and he also said that you dragons like to eat fresh fish. I thought about it, you have lived in the thousand-year-old ancient lake for a long time, and the fish there must be the most to your appetite. So I went to catch a few, and after removing the internal organs and fish bones, only the fish meat was left, and then cut into fish fillets, it is best to eat at this time."

"...Hurry up and eat!"

Only then did Xuan Long realize that Que Le was wet all over. He looked at the light pink fresh fish fillets on the plate, and each slice was cut to about the same size, obviously putting a lot of thought into it.

"...Why do you treat me so well?"

Yan Yuan treated him well because of his dragon scales, so what about Que Le...and why.

Being stared at by Xuanlong, Que Le thought of something, her cheeks turned red, she suddenly put the plate into Xuanlong's hand, turned around and ran away: "Oh! You can eat as long as you are told, there is so much nonsense What are you doing! It makes me feel embarrassed..."

Seeing him disappearing into the house, Xuan Long was at a loss.

Since being with Yan Yuan, he hasn't eaten this fresh fish for a long time, but now he really feels a bit greedy, picks up a piece of fish with chopsticks and puts it in his mouth, chewing and remembering what Yan Yuan once said.

"Hey hey, how can you eat this kind of raw meat, only savages and beasts eat this kind of undercooked things—"

At that time, Yan Yuan had just been rescued by Xuanlong back to the thousand-year-old ancient pool, one person and one dragon were sitting face to face, Yan Yuan ate the food that Xuanlong bought from the workshop, and Xuanlong ate the raw fish caught in the pool. After eating, Yan Yuan was stunned to see that his mouth was covered with blood, and told him it shouldn't be like this.

Xuanlong realized for the first time that it was wrong to eat like that.

It's not right for humans.

Afraid of scaring Yan Yuan, he earnestly learned how to use chopsticks from him, and worked hard to adapt to the food of the human race. He became more and more like a human, and understood how to love...but that person's heart never belonged to him.

The previous persistence is no longer necessary.

Thinking about those things, Xuanlong lost his appetite, but he still ate half of the plate. What Que Le said was right, he should think about the fetus in his womb.

What will happen in the future... There are children to accompany him.

Half an hour later, Que Le came back, and Xuan Long was sitting cross-legged on the bed to adjust his breath.

"Give you."

Xuan Long opened his green eyes, and saw that Que Le was holding a red Luo Jin sachet in his hand and handed it to him.

"What is this?"

"Begging for a gift for the Qiao Festival." Querile's ears were burning red, and her voice seemed a little strained in the dim room.

"I think everyone else has one, and you should have one too."

"..."

Seeing that Xuanlong didn't pick it up, Que Le took the initiative to stuff it into his hand: "It's filled with spiritual grass, which smells very good, and it can soothe the nerves and nourish the fetus."

Without putting the sachet in his nose, Xuanlong could smell the pleasant smell, which seemed to have the effect of calming the nerves, he felt warm in his heart, and said in a low voice.

"Thank you."

"You...you like it."