Binding the Dragon for the Empress

"call out--!"

"emperor!!"

For those who practice martial arts, all swords and swords will slow down. Chen Yan's pupils dilated, and he yelled and opened his arms to block Yan Yuan. The air stopped moving, and the transparent ball formed in the heart grew bigger and bigger. When it surpassed the palm, the arrow feathers were clamped by the internal force and flew towards the roof not far away. The dead man lying on the tile rolled down, The arrow feathers stuck upside down on his neck, his eyes widened, and he could not rest in peace.

It's okay to suffer from a rival in love, but she didn't expect to be assassinated halfway back to the palace, Yan Yuan was in a bad mood, and these people were considered to have touched his bad luck.

Being registered as the crown prince since he was a child, this status is equivalent to being in the bloody storm all the time. How many people covet that seat, and how many people hope that he will die. He loves to use weapons, and if he practiced too much with swords, his palms would become callused, so he only cultivated martial arts and internal strength.The first emperor searched all over the rivers and lakes for him, and found a very powerful master. The master created a set of inner strength mentality, called "Xin Palm", where the inner strength is condensed in the palm, and if it hits the enemy's chest, it will break the heart, lungs and blood vessels, violently. die.

Yan Yuan hates beatings and killings the most, as it humiliates her status.The guards are by his side, and he will never take action unless it is absolutely necessary. Today, he really needs to find a vent, push Chen Yan's old bone under the carriage to hide, and avoid the long sword stabbed by the dead man on the left. , the palm of the attacker slapped on the wrist of the attacker, and a black palm print appeared on the wrist of the dead man immediately, and the long sword fell in response.

Yan Yuan kicked another person who was rushing from the right, and rolled up in the air, her white clothes fluttering. When she landed, she kicked the chest of a rushing dead man, and the dead man fell down with a scream.Yan Yuan took advantage of her strength to jump up, and her long legs kicked the heads of the five dead men one after another, deforming the cheeks of the dead men, spitting out a mouthful of old blood and falling down one after another.

He went out of the palace this time in a very low-key manner, with only ten bodyguards by his side, pretending to follow the carriage, he should be indistinguishable from ordinary servants from wealthy families.The mastermind who wanted to assassinate him knew so much about his itinerary, if nothing else happened, there would be spies by his side.

Half of the ten guards died, and now there are only four or five fighting desperately around Yan Yuan. The fallen dead are actually far more than the guards, just because their number is too large. There are more dead soldiers pouring out from the deep forest next to them, and that forest is their main ambush point.

Here in the wilderness, there is an abandoned courtyard in the distance, and there is no one. This assassination is huge, and it seems that his life is bound to be won. The surroundings have been surrounded, and the only way to kill is to fight.

The wind of Yan Yuan's palm fell on the dead man's chest with internal force, and he closed his life with one palm. Blood spouted from the dead man's mouth, splashed in the air, and fell sporadically on his eyelids and eyelashes. The pure peach blossom eyes were as cold as snakes.

He has already considered who is behind the assassination.

There are not many people around who know his true strength, including the guards, who probably think he is just a powerless emperor, and it takes so much trouble to send such a powerful dead soldier to kill a powerless emperor. The emperor, it means that person must know him very well.

If it wasn't his good brother who was thousands of miles away, who else would it be? ...

Yan Fuheng.

Yan Yuan bit the name into pieces in her mouth, and her subordinates became more and more ruthless.

The guards were amazed to see him so skillful. Xu was inspired by his morale and his ambition was greatly boosted. Yan Yuan led them to fight a bloody road, and the corpses on the ground gradually piled up into hills. The sword in the hand of the little guard beside him, holding the sword in both hands, swung it obliquely from up to down, and the sword cut on the neck of the dead man who rushed over, blood spattered everywhere.

The last dead man fell.

Everyone was exhausted, the guards recovered from the thrill, their legs were weak, and they were delighted, looking at Yan Yuan, they trembled.

"Your Majesty...we have won!"

"Hmph." Yan Yuan raised her hand to wipe the blood off her face, her slender eyelashes were stained red, against Cangxue's handsome face, she looked like a demon, she curled her lips into a smile, and snorted in response, throwing With the dirty long sword in his hand, he turned around, his voice hoarse with a little tiredness.

"Walk."

Chen Yan climbed out from under the carriage with a mournful face. The target of the dead man was Yan Yuan, and he didn't pay attention to him, an immortal eunuch. , rushed forward and asked Yan Yuan if she was okay.

Yan Yuan was hit by a few swords on his arm, but the rest of the place was not injured, but the sword seemed to have something hardened, so that his whole body became weak, and the speed of his head became very slow, as if he heard a sharp arrow from behind. The sound of the air made him freeze, and before he could turn around to look at it, he felt a chill in his heart.

"Um……"

His body froze, he looked down in surprise, the arrow feather pierced his heart, and the dark iron arrow was stained with his blood.

No wonder it's so cold...

"emperor!!!"

"emperor!!!"

All this happened so fast that everyone present was caught off guard.

Seeing that they hit the target, the sneak attackers retreated from behind the hidden trees as soon as they succeeded.

Chen Yan and the guards rushed up to help him, but Yan Yuan's body inevitably fell down. There was a fog of blood in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

It is said that people will look back on their past life before they die, but at this time, what appeared in his mind was Xuanlong's face.

The way the man smiled.

shy look.

Silently.

Xuanlong seldom smiles, but when he smiles, he is actually very gentle. His cold and hard outline will melt like an iceberg. Perhaps it is because he is not used to making such expressions, so he is always a little stiff, which makes him look handsome and different. cute.

When he is shy, he will not reveal too much emotion on his face, and will unconsciously turn his eyes away to avoid his gaze, looking untouched, in fact, his red ears have already revealed his emotions.

The silent appearance makes people feel too dull, but it doesn't prevent him from wanting to get close to him, especially on the bed, he always deliberately makes it harder, wanting to see other expressions on his face, and to see him standing up for himself. Showing a bewildered look, Xuanlong's uniqueness has always given him a sense of accomplishment.

In fact, Yan Yuan has been resisting the attraction of Xuanlong vaguely in his heart. He doesn't understand why he can remember the details so clearly, and he even knows the details of getting along with Ning Zhiyu.

Yan Yuan closed her eyes, the crying and howling in her ears gave him quite a headache, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she let out a weak breath.

"...Chen Yan, shut up."

While he was speaking, blood gushed out of his mouth like running water, Chen Yan immediately silenced, Yan Yuan half-opened her eyes, a sliver of clarity was restored in front of her eyes, above were towering tree shadows, the sky was gray, and a single crow Skip it, the scream is shrill.

At the center of the sword, there is no way to recover. Everyone knows that it is too late, and the bumping of the carriage will only speed up death.

Chen Yan looked at the emperor he had grown up with with tears in his eyes.Yan Yuan reluctantly moved her fingers, took out the bag of dragon scales wrapped in a black cloth bag from her large sleeves, and hung them on the ground.

"Bring the dragon scale back...to Ah Yu."

"You tell him... I... what I promised him... it should be, but I can't do it..."

"Your Majesty..." Chen Yan and the guards suppressed their tears.

Yan Yuan never thought that his life would end at the age of 19. He said before that he would protect Ning Zhiyu for the rest of his life, and that he would stay with him until the old age. Naturally, those promises could not be fulfilled.

Strangely, at the last moment, the person he most wanted to see would be Xuan Long.Perhaps it was because he was the one who was most sorry in his life.

Although he didn't make a promise to Ning Zhiyu, he cheated and took advantage of Xuanlong from the beginning to the end, and never gave him any warmth.The dragon still believed him foolishly, and now he was willing to listen to a few words of coquetry and submissiveness from him, so he pulled his scales and asked him to go back to save his sweetheart.

He treated him really well... It's a pity that I can't see him again.

Yan Yuan used her last strength to confess her last words, and asked Chen Yan to go back to the palace to get the imperial decree behind the plaque on the desk in the imperial study, which was the imperial decree to confer the new emperor.On the day when the emperors of the Daxuan Dynasty came to the throne, they would appoint the most suitable crown prince in their minds, and hide the imperial decree in the imperial study to prevent accidents and chaos in the court.

Chen Yan responded with choked up sobs.

Yan Yuan felt very tired, he wanted to sleep, but also felt unwilling, he was still so young, he still had a great ambition to rule the world, and he still had people he wanted to see, so how could he die like this.

But fate is like this, how can a mortal not follow.

The crying in the ear gradually faded away, became ethereal, and finally disappeared completely, as if blocked by an enchantment that could isolate the sound, Yan Yuan heard the man's low, trembling voice coming from her ear.

"...A Yuan."

Yan Yuan raised her heavy eyelids, and there was only a vague shadow in front of her. The man was wearing black clothes, so he couldn't see the other's face clearly, nor could he clearly see the tears in the other's eyes.

Yan Yuan opened her mouth with difficulty, coughing up blood blisters: "Abo...is that you?"

"Am I... hallucinating."

"It's me," the man said.

Yan Yuan heard Xuanlong's voice, and couldn't help laughing, a large amount of blood gushed out of his chest, and the blood in his mouth seemed endless.

"Abo, look...I treat you...so bad..."

"Now...retribution."

"Calm down..."

"Then... don't be angry with me... okay?..."

"I'm not angry." He heard Xuan Long say.

"That's good... that's good..." Yan Yuan's complexion was ashen, and she smiled angrily.

"Abo... If there is a next life, I will treat you well."

"I know... I owe you."

"I owe you……"

He spoke slowly, closed his eyes, and lost his breath.

Xuanlong knelt beside Yan Yuan, and gently pressed his cold hands to his face, as if to warm him up, without blinking, tears flowed from his cold green eyes, and repeated in a low voice.

"I'm not angry."

I'm not angry, you don't want to die.